Love mothering
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Brilliantly vibrant Lilly
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The beautiful summer sky reflected in the church window
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I wanted to create mood here. Let the imagination run wild.
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Everytime I see a “monster” on the evening news I cant help but think about the first time he was placed in his mothers arms and the look she would have given him in that moment. What has happened between then and now to bring such darkness into his own and others lives. As this pic is of my nephew I can only hope that the love of his mother and the support of his entire extended family is enough to keep the darkness at bay.
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Mother and baby European Wild Rabbits demonstrate their affection. East Sussex, England.
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Baby holding onto Mother’s finger
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These hands belong to a daughter, a mother and a grandmother. They are positioned in an embrasing way to show the love for one another. Visit my blog Designing My Life
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Mariposa-Portrait of my daughter / (the story is cut off a bit …I put it in my writngs) / When I was in my teens the sign of insanity begin to show. / Maybe they were always there… I just could control then better I don’t know. / There were days often months of feeling like everything was perfect …the world seemed brighter …I felt I could dream anything and make it possible….at those times the world seems to hold magic. / And then there were the times (the ones I tried desperately not to show anyone) the times when the lights went on and I could see how messy my world really was. The constant voices I tried to ignore …my unhealthy obsessions with God. The crushing sadness (my ugly balance to the euphoric happiness); these are the times I wanted to die. I wanted to reach out and tell someone but how do you say to people I can’t seem to go on (most will not find it to their liking to listen anyway) ...so I pretended on bad days. For awhile anyway. / I moved and began a steady decline. My weight fell .I lost my taste for everything including life. I had a few good days but for the most part I was just in an unhealthy hopeful existence that things would get better. This is when I met Miguel (that story will come later) he took on the roll of caring for me and trying to make me better. When most only wanted me for my inspiration and the feeling I gave them. He wanted to make me feel life again. He started with food …he said one must live to eat ….not eat to live. And slowly things started looking up .A few ravenous fights in-between but I thought because we both had horrible tempers. Within the year I had my daughter. / After her things declined again .we fought all the time .because he said I needed help .I was still in denial but he could see the signs .he always said this is the reason in all my cruelty why he couldn’t hate me because he saw i was sick. The voices got worse .My obsession with God was tormenting I begged him to make me better. It never happened. / But in all the chaos I loved my daughter more than anything. Never hurt her .I was a good mama…and Even Miguel would agree to that. She was my only reason for wanting to go on. And trying to be better. But it became more and more difficult to control myself. / Miguel insisted I make an appointment after too much chaos .he said that he didn’t want her growing up with me like this. / I went and saw dr after doctor .they final outcome after many referrals was that I was schizophrenic. Because I was so young it had not fully set in .they showed me the faculties where I would be living .that after awhile I could not raise my daughter because I could hurt her and I would not be capable mother. I remember sitting in the office the doctors telling me they would give me something for now to calm me down. I start to cry and I asked what was I supposed to do now? They had no answer for me / I spent the week taking that in ….called God a fucking asshole a million time .Every time my daughter laughed etc .my thoughts went to God ...you fucking asshole how could you do this to me after everything I have gone though. That is God will saying that everyone loves to say in times of chaos and tragedy pissed me off like nothing else. / I remember her and I spent the day in the park .She was blowing dead dandelions she loves those ….and I thought she is not going to remember me in a good light .Miguel will not move on as long as I am alive. That I will be a constant sadness in there life. That I will be lost to insanity. I hated God…for taking the most perfect love away for me .it was like a cruel joke was being played on me. / I decide to take my life …Miguel saved me….I guess he always thought I was worth fighting for(he always said that just wait someday you will come together and you will see how perfect you are). I am blessed that he did. I thought it would be better for them .I now know different. I began to pray after that ….my one constant God please don’t make her me. I hope he listens this time. / I was eventually diagnosed with temporal lobe epilepsy and manic depression. I have come off all pills and paint everyday .I try like hell to make everyday liveable for everyone. I am the same person I always was but now one with hope and purpose. And I have days again where I feel immaculate happiness. / She was my reason for everything life and death because I would do anything for her to make her life better… I would give up anything. She was the reason for on the worst of day for me to get up. She was the reason I wanted to be a better stronger woman one she could look up and beyond too. I had someone to make happy .I had someone who needed unselfish love…..and needed me to show her that the world was indeed full of magic.
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We all need nurturing and by respecting Nature we acknowledge our need for sustenance and emotional support. I have used different painting and then processed them in photo -shop. This is number 3 in the series. Music
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ACRYLIC ART CALENDARS CARDS POETRY PHOTOGRAPHY – ANIMALS PHOTOGRAPHY -CANDID SHOTS PHOTOGRAPHY – CATS AND DOGS / CATS / DOGS PHOTOGRAPHY – CONTEMPORARY WORK PHOTOGRAPHY – FLOWERS PHOTOGRAPHY – INSECTS PHOTOGRAPHY – TRADITIONALLY TURKISH PHOTOGRAPHY – TREE AND TREE PARTS T-SHİRTS —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / CATS ARE US / CHLOE / DIBLEY / KAR / MINTY / LINFORD / “LISA“ / “OLLIE“ / “OTHERS“ DOGS ARE US / BELA / CLYDE -ROTTWEILER PUP / LUCKY / MOLLIE -ROTTWEILER PUP / ROTTWEILER PUPS – THE FIRST FOUR WEEKS / ROTTWEILER PUPS – FOUR WEEKS AND ON / ROTTWEILER PUPS – EIGHT WEEKS AND COUNTING / TROY / “OTHERS“ DIBLEY / Dibley tagged on to our cats when we lived on a site in Marmaris. She saw an opportunity for good free grub and took it …..what clever cat wouldn’t. / We affectionately called her Dibley as shemade the first ‘connection’ with us whilst we were watching ‘The Vicar of Dibley’: the dog collar suited the name and it stuck. / By the time we moved to a more rural setting the fat was part of the clan. More fool us the ‘fat’ cat we adopted, was infact pregnant and gave birth within days of moving to our new home. She took up “residence” in a part completed fireplace and gave birth to four – Liquorice, Minty, Linford and Chloe. / Ever felt that you’ve been ‘had’? The tabby cat has a distinctive coat that features stripes, dots, or swirling patterns. Tabbies are sometimes erroneously assumed to be a breed of cat. In fact, the tabby pattern is a naturally occurring feature that may be the original coloration of the domestic cat’s distant ancestors. Tabby color is found in many breeds of cat, as well as among the general ‘moggy’ (mixed-breed or mongrel) population. When cats are allowed to breed randomly, the coloration of the population tends toward brown mackerel tabbies with green eyes[, leading geneticists to believe that this is the common wild phenotype of the domestic cat. The tabby usually has an “M” mark on its forehead. The word, adapted from the name of a kind of textile, comes from French tabis, which was earlier atabis, and in medieval Latin attabi. The distant origin of the word seems to be from the Attabiyah section of Baghdad where a type of striped silk was made that was later used to describe cats. Since the tabby pattern is a common wild type, it would be assumed that medieval cats were of tabby type. This was not the case in England at least. Some time after the mid-17th century, the curious antiquary John Aubrey noted in his disorganized memoranda, “W. Laud, A.B. Cant. was a great lover of Catts. He was presented with some Cyprus-catts, i.e. our Tabby-catts, which were sold, at first for 5 pounds a piece: this was about 1637 or 1638. I doe well remember that the common English Catt, was white with some blewish piednesse : sc, a gallipot3 blew. The race or breed of them are now almost lost.” William Salmon, in The Compleat English Physician, (London, 1693:326) notes of the domestic cat, “It is a neat and cleanly creature, often licking itself to keep it fair and clean, and washing its face with its fore feet; the best are such as of a fair and large kind and of an exquisite tabby color called Cyprus cats”. A study by the National Cancer Institute suggests that all current house cats (Felis catus) in the world are descendants from a group of self-domesticating wild cats 10,000 years ago, somewhere in the Near East. The closest relative of the Wild cat is the Sand Cat (Felis margarita). DIBLEY /
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Love one another
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Other Collectibles in Children of the World Series / / / / My latest brown paper creation for the “Children of the World” series is the little eskimo “Snow Flower” – she has a little bubba attached to her back…..a string bag slung over one shoulder with her sled – it’s snowing flowers of course. She’s perfect for Christmas is you want to send a little sweetness to a special someone and I’ll be uploading 2 other versions soon, without the Christmas greeting, because these are collectibles for “Children of the World” series as well, and not only Christmas designs. / / / / /
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Mother and daughter rabbit enjoying a quiet time together…
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we chose you… and as we did we began the journey to understanding why / you protected us…loved us…and taught us to be who we are.. struggles we now see as teachings / pain feels more of joy / love is deeper by seeing / how we became women who teach others while we learn together ..why. for our mothers, we love you…. / as we watch you fly… ever in the soul thru all of time. for our mothers. .....................liesbeth, this is for you. and for our mothers…to be free.xxx for all of us…and for them… for the mothers….of us all. terri
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Sisters in Arms, no weapons but tools / Intent to encourage each other, like fuel / Sacred is the bond within the feminine song / Talents are eclectic and celebration is strong / Evolving our thoughts and actions to positive change / Responsively touching hearts to broaden our range / Sharing love and kindness to manifest it within / Illuminating designs of peace and joy to plug-in / Nature’s compassion flows deep within our veins / Affirming connections anew or down memory lane / Radiant light shines to brighten darkened paths / Magic in words, pictures and musical baths / Solidarity in truth and empathy is our goal / Sisters in Arms, hand in hand, to make us ONE whole. tkrosevear 2/1/2009 Still a secret ;) This one’s for the GIRLS
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Beacuse You Are Mother Too! / Today is my Birthday, I could it have celebrated between dinners and celebrations, but I always devotee alongside spiritual, today I celebrate my 38 years, thanks God another year of tests and experience to be a stronger human being, today my present will be ask God for my Health, My family, My daughters, My grandson, My few but good Friends and those here in RedBubble that always support and extends a hand to me. Mother I ask you for our brothers and sisters In Australia, (and those in the world) that need you and our lord help, please help them, and protect them with your mantle! colors pencils and crayons on roug canvas, mixed media painting. / / MCN:C111D-73437-14998 / The money that is collected of the sale of this painting is going to be donated to Child’sLife / Views 416
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American Values Love of God, / Love of Family, / Love of Country. Also available as Art
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It was shot at Pushkar Lake while a mother was caring her child in Jhula(Swinging Bed) It got featured in Authentic India Group on 19.11.09 /
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Photomontage created in Corel Paint Shop Pro Earth day, 2009. Gaia, our gorgeous planet Earth, is literally in all of our hands. Right now, right this minute, she is dying. Many do not believe it, many say they don’t see it. But if you listen very closely, you’ll hear her, she’s telling you it’s true. Don’t wait another minute, don’t waste another day being selfish, saying I can’t do anything, it’s too hard, it’s too inconvenient. Every little thing you do to help her, will make a difference. Begin today, begin NOW! Do something, anything! Lover your mother, honor Gaia. Today and every day of your life. Peace and love to all / Jenny Listen to Neil Young – Mother Earth it will touch you deeply….............. For you Laury, my sister by choice! XOXO Mother Earth / (Natural Anthem) Oh, Mother Earth, / With your fields of green / Once more laid down / by the hungry hand / How long can you / give and not receive / And feed this world / ruled by greed / And feed this world / ruled by greed. Oh, ball of fire / In the summer sky / Your healing light, / your parade of days / Are they betrayed / by the men of power / Who hold this world / in their changing hands / They hold the world / in their changing hands. Oh, freedom land / Can you let this go / Down to the streets / where the numbers grow / Respect Mother Earth / and her giving ways / Or trade away / our children’s days / Or trade away / our children’s days. Respect Mother Earth / and her giving ways / Or trade away / our children’s days.
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With it being Pink Ribbon Month, I know many Redbubblers are doing pieces of art specifically to raise awareness for breast cancer. I, also, wanted to add my name to the list of artists doing something special for this cause. You may or may not know that breastfeeding, while infinitely beneficial to the child, cuts the risks of getting breast cancer (along with other wonderful benefits for the mother – not the least of which is calorie burning and not having to get up in the middle of the night to make bottles). I don’t have the statistics here – be sure to look them up if you’re interested, but I know that breasfeeding mothers are at less risk of the dreaded disease than mothers who do not breastfeed their babies. I am extremely pro-breastfeeding, for many reasons. But, I like to point out the “selfish” ones, because so many women are under the impression that it is an inconvenience for them to breastfeed. I consider the outrageous prices of formula and sterilizing bottles to be much more of an inconvenience, thank you very much. But, now I’ve stepped onto my soap box…I’m quite passionate about this. But, what could be more important than insuring better health for not only your child, but also giving yourself the added benefit of protecting your health as well! It’s a win, win, win, win, win, win…. you get the idea… situation! I’ve also added a bit of symbolism here, pointing to Mother Earth, oneness with nature, and nourishment – both physical and spiritual – on a world-wide, big picture scale. This magical composite scene features me and my son; all my own photos and textures were used. I have breastfed all my babies, and I can attest to the wonderful bonding that occurs between mother and child. If purchased, all proceeds for this piece will go to cancer research uk. FEATURED in Light In The Darkness and THE SISTERHOOD and The Selective Coloring Group
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