Sweet Baby Girl / Rain / November 26th 2003 / Sweet baby girl / There is a missing plate at the table, but / No disease will ever attack you…
Sweet Baby Girl / Rain / November 26th 2003 / Sweet baby girl / There is a missing plate at the table, but / No disease will ever attack your body Sweet baby girl / There is a hole in my heart, but / No pain of this world for you Sweet baby girl / My arms aches to hold you, but / No skinned knees from learning to ride Sweet baby girl / There is a laughter not heard, but / No man will ever break your heart Sweet baby girl / There is a missing portrait on the wall, but / You’ll never wonder if you are pretty enough Sometimes in my dreams you are there sweet baby girl, you are smiling and laughing with your sister and you brothers…your face is lit up with excitement and wonder, your auburn ringlets bouncing in the air as you run around giggling….then you turn to me and call me mommy…and my heart is glad…until I wake and realize….you’re gone!
Reality Fades / By Rain / Aug 16th 2005 Lights are spinning / Reality fades / My mind is made up / Give in to the haze.. / Neglected..Forgo…
Reality Fades / By Rain / Aug 16th 2005 Lights are spinning / Reality fades / My mind is made up / Give in to the haze.. / Neglected..Forgotten.. / In darkness I tremble / The dance was erotic / But life’s not that simple / The music stops / As always it does / The silence is deafening / Let me drift on the currents / For only a moment longer / Let me take with me a memory / Memory of the scent of our skin / Intertwined and warmed with passion.. / Just a moment longer… / Then the haze can wrap me up / Wrap me up.. / In her dark cloak of nothingness..
Holiday, Merry Christmas, Happy New Years what the heck have a happy life. Hope your joys are long and your sorrows are short! And Peace …
Holiday, Merry Christmas, Happy New Years what the heck have a happy life. Hope your joys are long and your sorrows are short! And Peace all around! To you and yours! Julie
Life never ceases to amaze me, w ith its potential for drama and excitement constantly “lurking”….well with my life it does anyway! I’…
Life never ceases to amaze me, w ith its potential for drama and excitement constantly “lurking”….well with my life it does anyway! I’ve reached the weekend and made it through the week. And what a week it has been! / It has been one of many unsettling experiences, where I find myself questioning…..how the heart does not harden completely so that another living thing or experience can ever touch it, how you can want so badly to never “feel” anything again, yet all the while be just plain grateful that it doesn’t happen like that, because then you would miss out on the joy that creeps in like a surprise when you are not expecting it, and touches the places beneath the armour and make your heart sing. I marvel at the pit you can dig for yourself, yet however full of exhaustion or despair it might become, it can also contain proportionately the same amount, if not more, joy and gratitude. I wonder at nature and life and miracles and why they sometimes don’t happen how you want, yet occur when you least expect them. And most of all, I am just deeply grateful for the ability to laugh at myself and have a sense of humour at life’s turbulent moments of chaos and fleeting glimpses of euphoria. Last Thursday night, a new baby arrived in the family…..a little foal. Having bred horses for over twenty years, I never get over the huge energy buzz I get to witness a birth, discover a new baby, or see a foal untangle the little body from the long legs and master the art of equine life so quickly. It is always an emotional and, for me, a spiritual moment. These days, such moments are rare, as I no longer have a herd or run an official breeding establishment, I only have my old stallion Mystic (well past retirement age, but you try telling him that!) and his long time girlfriend Wildfire, a little mare I bred 16 years ago. We have also been agisting Mariah, a little mare for my friend’s 9yo daughter, trying to get her in foal, but after two years, had given up on it ever happening. Until of course……. I had been heading off to bed, and had actually done something out of character for me, and in an effort to achieve a pain free night following such a desperately busy week, I took some ibuprofen (my condition worsens at times of tiredness and stress, so the pain levels become quite hard to handle, though normally, I refuse to use anything from drug companies….) Anyhow, off to bed I went, and pulled up the covers – it is unseasonably cold here – the nights are generally warm, but of course, Murphy’s Law says that was about to happen would NOT happen on a nice balmy night. So….I awaken to squeals….. / “Go away” I thought. “It is nothing” / But on a farm, you get to know all the little noises of the bush, the birds, the critturs in general, and you just KNOW when they are not right. So the squeals I recognized were of horses meeting new horses, not old horses getting very familiar!! I thought my niece’s show horses must have gotten loose and come visiting my little horses. I grabbed the torch, and headed out in my sleepwear, barefooted and all (glad it was dark and the nearest neighbours were miles away) There was my little mare Wildfire with a new baby foal and she was squealing and kicking, trying to keep it away from Mariah and the stallion. I got excited and started calling to her, as I managed to squeeze through the barb wire fence without losing anything more than my dignity. Then I spotted Mariah dragging the afterbirth behind her, and got such a shock. She was not even supposed to be in foal, and this new baby was HERS!. She was not barren after all, and had actually been in foal all year, even though sharing a very intimate time with the stallion and fooling us all! It was a huge shock, as all I could think of was how overjoyed the little girl who owned her would be, as it had been her birthday that day. I could imagine her shock and delight when I broke the news! My first problem was parting the expectant Mother from a foal that she was determined was hers ( probably wondering at how pain free and instant the birth had been!!!) and avoiding the flying heels and threat of teeth on my bare legs…. You know how cranky new Mothers can be, or even the ones who THINK they are! Eventually, I caught Wildfire in the dark and got her across to a gate into the next paddock, and I tried to get her through the broken gate, with one hand and naturally she did not make it simple. But at last she went through, and the obliging old boy Mystic followed her. (The maternity wing was “women’s business” and he wanted no place in there, even if it was his progeny there wobbling it way around and looking for a mother!) / (It reminds me of him with his foals two years ago…if ever I have seen a stallion look mortified and embarrassed, it was this old boy, when the little foals would rush up to him and stick their inquisitive noses into his nether regions looking for a feed! Lol) I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking “now Mariah can get to her baby and bond and have some rest”. But no. I suddenly realized the paddock I had pushed the other two horses into had its other gate wide open, and away went those two, off down towards the highway. So in the freezing wind, still in my pjs, and with only a little torch, off I went after them. And did the old cat and mouse game. They would let me get within a few metres of them, then with a “yippee! We’re free!” they would trot off with their noses and tails in the air. Bugger! There was no way they were about to give up their new found freedom! And anyone who has been around horses will know you do not chase them – you will never win! So through one paddock and another, I followed them, calling out oh so nice things, promising them all kinds of treats…all the while gritting my teeth…..and hoping the torch didn’t pack it in. Eventually they went towards the dairy, which is where it got really frightening for me, as the swampy damp ground, long grass and drains were full of snakes at this time of year, one of them being the Tiger snake, Australia’s second most venomous snake. I took a deep breath, swallowed my fear and plowed across the grass, a place I would not even walk over in broad daylight. I just prayed the snakes would be asleep somewhere else or at least feeling kind. Eventually Mystic, the old darling, came back to me, allowed me to catch him by the mane, and I lead them back to their paddock. On the way back across the dark long grass, I felt sharp sting on my barefoot and thought “It is nothing but a sharp stick I have trodden on”. By the time I got them safely home and the mare with her foal (it was a filly!!) settled under the trees out of the wind, I was frozen and it was almost 1am. I got indoors and had a wash, then sat down to look at my foot. There was one puncture wound on my toe and it was quite sore. So….I asked myself “Is it a snake bite (ha! A one toothed snake or just one with a bad aim!) or a bullant or bee sting? ” At this point, the adrenalin had my heart pumping from rushing out after the horses and the excitement of finding a new foal, and the ibuprofen had kicked in and I was feeling quite dizzy and drowsy – so I thought, “Is this the effect of snakebite?” I felt really stupid….should I go into the hospital and look like a real dill if it is only a bee sting, or will I look worse than an idiot if I die in my sleep and the kids find me in the morning! I did not wish to call anyone at that hour of the morning, yet my thoughts turned to my two young children asleep in their beds. What to do? I called the hospital and they told me to come in and spend the night in hospital, but I thought it would not be easy with my children….so I decided to wait it out. So I got on Redbubble, (the perfect place to go when you could be dying from snakebite, of course!) even though really tired, and played on there for an hour, and quietly monitored my physical signs….. / and as you can tell, it was NOT snake bite and I am still as large as life and shiny side up!! The next day, we called up the owners of the new baby and told them the good news. The little filly was a dear sweet thing, very friendly and strangely bonded to me and the other humans. She was a bit slow drinking from her mother, so I had to milk the mare and syringe it into her mouth to ensure she got the colostrum. This is to give baby as much of the goodness and protection from her mother as she could get. The young girl who owned her, arrived with her family and the look on her face was priceless. The baby was christened “Rosy”, It was an absolutely delightful time, and one that would become even more precious with what was about to unfold. By the following morning, I knew something was very wrong with the mare. She was not eating and alarm bells went off. / Two years prior to this, I had lost my favourite mare I’d had for 18 years, to hyperlipemia, right after foaling, and had to raise an orphan baby. Now Mariah was showing signs of the same. And so it was. We got the vet, we consulted professional breeders who had saved mares with this condition before (I had never known anyone to bring a mare back from this bloody horrible disease yet!!), and I began the process of trying to save her. We took the precious baby off Mother’s milk and started hand feeding her. This was to give the Mother a chance to stop metabolizing her body fat to produce milk and perhaps slow down her disease. I injected her with insulin and syringed sucrose mix down her throat every few hours, and tried so vainly to get her to eat something. What a precious little soul was the filly – she stuck her head in the dish of formula and drank. She followed us around; when my front door opened, she neighed to me in her little raspy voice. She KNEW. She knew her life was going to revolve around humans and not her mother, and she almost accepted it from the very onset. As I recall the day after her birth, she was just as happy to be with humans as with her own Mother. And poor Mariah….. we fought so hard for her, but she simply gave up. After five days of struggling to save her, of hopes raised, and heartbreaking scenes, I told her owners that I believed she was ready to go, and that to keep her alive was not kind. So I had her put down. / These things are never easy. I hate every part of this side of owning animals – no matter how kind the actions are, I cannot hear a gun without freezing to the pit of my soul, and I still shed tears for the grand souls of these noble creatures as they pass over. The hardest part is to not hold onto regret and blame myself for things not done correctly, or time not spent more wisely…. Or whatever….the lessons abound…. Still, around my home, there are so many ghosts of loved ones….that have moved beyond the road I walk…. / I love my horses so much, death always seems so unfair. So, I saw Mariah returned to the Earth and the baby went to the vet hospital to spend some time getting stronger before taking on its new life as one of a human family in a suburban backyard. I know that little life wouldn’t be an easy one, but it will be filled with love, and I will always welcome back young Rosey to stay here on the farm and learn to socialize with real horses. Then, I checked my other two horses, and Wildfire was making milk, it was dripping from her teats. Another birth was imminent. / I brought her into my garden (a large tree filled yard) where I could watch her more easily, and after last check went to my very welcome bed. Half an hour later, I am awoken to a knocking under the house. I had the dog tied up under there (the only place I could put her to keep her away from sick horse and foal and any other not so pleasant items that she might roll in or eat – well you know dogs will be dogs!) I grabbed the torch yet again and outside I went. These night time jaunts in my sleepwear were starting to become monotonous! There was Wildfire running up and down the side of my house looking very upset. I got down on my knees and looked under the house with the torch and sure enough, there was one terrified dog (it wasn’t ME!!!! She was saying) and one very active baby foal. I hate under my house…it is dark and creepy and full of spiders and often even the place where snakes live. But under I crawled in my pjs, and captured the foal and dragged her out. Yes her! A filly, and what a stunner!! So this one, I am sure, had hit the ground running, and once out under the stars, away she went, at a tiny gallop, racing around the yard, with her distressed mother hot on her heels. This went on for four hours! I don’t know what that baby was on, but she was definitely hyperactive. She ran through fences, jumped through cracks in gates, through gardens and shrubs, went back under the house three more times, and eventually, taking pity on the poor mare who needed to calm down, I barricaded the front section of my garden using everything I could find outside in the dark, and took them in there. Straight away the baby leapt into the dog house and went to the back, while the poor mare freaked out completely. / I honestly have never seen such an active baby. I was unable to go back to bed and leave them as I was so worried she would hang herself from somewhere. Or get stuck, or worse, get out and run away from her mother. Eventually she collapsed on the ground and they both got some rest, and THEN, I too, went back to bed. By this time, the sun was just starting to lighten the horizon. But the next morning, I was greeted with the sight of my best Christmas present. She truly is a stunning little filly and both she and the mare were doing fine. After the traumas of the week however, I was definitely overly watchful and worried about the health of them both, not to mention, extremely sad for my friends and their daughter at the twist of fate that saw me with a healthy baby and mother, and them with a dead horse and an orphan foal. Somehow it seemed unfair. So you see, between the lack of sleep and my concerns for all my creatures, not to mention the many emotions this has all evoked for me, I have barely had time to think about Christmas. I just ponder the sadness of our connections with animals, how there is always sorrow when they are ill or suffering, and death is never easy to deal with (even after all the years of heartbreaks and experiences I have had with my horses). I shudder at the necessity for guns on farms, they chill me to the core, yet know deep down, they can be a kind option for an animal’s peaceful and rapid release. How the fear creeps in when you love something…..at times I know, I have felt I will never own another horse, or get attached to another creature, or have another relationship, because the loss is so hard to bear – yet deep down the simple truth is, nothing lasts forever, but the effects and memories of love do, they are cumulative within our souls and become a part of who we are – love is always its own reward. Therefore any moments shared with another, whether human or animal, are a gift to honour, and never to be shied away from. / I come away from this week, heartened too by the awareness of joy in having them share our lives. These special characters are all a blessing to me, and teach me many things. I only have to witness the miracle of such new births to know that the cycle of life continues, that all is as it should be. Witnessing such moments brings tears in my eyes… an expression of love for life, and an overflowing of the heart. The final word – two days later, a horse float arrives at my front door, and the woman driver unloads a little mare, who has come to visit my stallion. The process begins again…
sigh..god when will this year ever end??? / why is so much tradegy and bad news happening so close to the end? shit is this a sign 2008 MI…
sigh..god when will this year ever end? / why is so much tradegy and bad news happening so close to the end? shit is this a sign 2008 MIGHT be better / all started yesterday, after i finished my shift, i was informed i was laid off. no warning..nothing, wasnt even given the chance to work the last two days of the year then , thinking my great friend is marianne, is safely at home, i just recieved news she is back in the hospital AGAIN! dammit! i did a journal on needing prayer for her, and she still needs them so much, this just isnt looking good, when she got the chance to go back home just this past friday i just dont understand why life??? is wanting to put so much shit on me, her, hell everyone! / this past week has been full of bad moments, with axel passing, jamie fighting for her life after a car accident, marianne in and out of hospital, me getting laid off, friends sick w/ pnuemonia / this year just needs to End soon!
well, sort of. This is probably the last birthday I will celebrate. My mother was diagnosed with incurable brain cancer earlier this wee…
well, sort of. This is probably the last birthday I will celebrate. My mother was diagnosed with incurable brain cancer earlier this week. Normally, my family doesn’t really celebrate adult birthdays, just the kids. We acknowledge birthdays, we just don’t have cake and ice cream and all that for the grown ups. However, my mom wanted us to have a little gathering at my sister’s and have cake and everything so it would be something happy and give her something to look forward to and take her mind off of things. Of course, all I can think of is that, short of a miracle, my mother will never be here to celebrate another birthday with me. We live with my mom in the house I grew up in. She’s really my best friend. She’s the one I always go to when I need to talk or have a problem. and she confides in me too. I can’t imagine life without her. While I’ve been fully aware that my parents are getting older and that the day would eventually come that I would lose them, I never imagined it would be as soon as this. Some of my friends here already know about my mom, and I’d like to thank you all again for your concern, prayers and friendship. It has helped more than you can know.
Don’t wanna post a writing, as i’m not really a writer.. so i’d post this as a journal instead.. It’s kinda like a lyric.. Inspired by a …
Don’t wanna post a writing, as i’m not really a writer.. so i’d post this as a journal instead.. It’s kinda like a lyric.. Inspired by a malay song, Di Pintu Mahligai (At the Palace’s Gate), by an old malay band, iklim. Wrote this 9 Sep 2006.. i dedicated this to a friend i’ve lost, Brown .. / At Heaven’s Gate / My world turn silent, / Since the day you left. / And the pain is killing me slowly, / Each time i recall the day i couldn’t find you, / And i remember the night we last met.. / / You were so possessive, / So unwilling to leave, / So unwilling to let me go.. / You told me your fears, / I felt it, yet i brush it off.. / / I won’t forget your voice, / Asking me to stay.. / I won’t forget the look in your eyes, / Telling me “don’t go…” / / Now with my imaginary wings, / I wish i could fly over to you, / To tell you how much i love you, / To tell you how much i miss you.. / / I scream to the gates of heaven, / Can you hear me, my friend? / I scream for you to take me with you, / To free me from this pain.. / / I scream to the gates of heaven, / I need to see your face again, / I need to hear your voice again, / To tell me that everything is alright, / That you’ll always be here with me.. / / I scream to the gates of heaven, / Can you hear me, my friend? / Will you wait for me by the bridge? / I need to see you for one last time, / To tell you my love, / To tell you my goodbyes, / i miss you… fa
I love many HIM songs as anyone I know would know lol… but I wanted to share one of the dearest to my heart…... “HIM-In Joy and So…
I love many HIM songs as anyone I know would know lol… but I wanted to share one of the dearest to my heart…... HIM-In Joy and Sorrow
My hands are shaking / My knees are weak / My back is killing me / My pain is deep Slumped in my seat / At the end of my shift / The sun sh…
My hands are shaking / My knees are weak / My back is killing me / My pain is deep Slumped in my seat / At the end of my shift / The sun shines in / I’m completely adrift I sit in my car / Frozen in time / My memory wounds me / Thoughts fill my mind Flashes of sorrow / It’s Father’s Day again / So many years passed / No tears to mend Now it is vivid / The day of my loss / A child with no Daddy / My Father’s Day cross My brother and me / We gathered your things / The silence was numbing / T’was abandoning Then at the funeral / The isolation was loud / There was only you and me Dad / Broken, alone, lost in the crowd No one else knew you / No one else cared / Now they were acting / Their grief was impaired I knelt at your side / They lowered the coffin / Your name etched in silver / The same as Mum’s coffin Tears fell so silent / I couldn’t hear a sound / The rose in my hand / Was like blood on the ground I held it so gently / They laid you to rest / In one last gesture / My rose found your chest Bitterness, sadness / Hollowness, grief / No one knew / As they turned to leave That three deaths already / Were taking their toll / Soon my dear brother / Would join Dad in a hole Sixteen and shattered / Four funerals stricken / Years spent in horror / No love God given Twenty years later / On the day of your death / I reflect on my loss / I did not forget God did not abandon / I found a new home / In the heart of the Saviour / No more alone Even in grief / Peace is renewed / I know you are home / Where I will be too I know someday / My loved one’s I’ll see / Along with my Jesus / The heartbeat of me That’s all that matters / That’s all I want / To see you in Heaven / Smiling with God This is what helps me / It’s how I can toss / The memories of sorrow / Of my Father’s Day loss…. I will always love you Dad. / Happy Father’s Day Eternal Father / ... and Happy Father’s Day Dad…
Saying Goodbye was featured in Emotive Art – Not Happy Campers..
Saying Goodbye was featured in Emotive Art – Not Happy Campers today! I am honored it was chosen. Thanks to the hosts! I still have a few more thoughts for this series, so stay tuned! =)
Anna’s Eternal Sorrow — collaboration , t…
Anna’s Eternal Sorrow — collaboration , the beautiful story written by Lily Munroe and inspired by the first photo of my Young Widow Anna series has been featured in the group The Love of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork and Lily is also one of the featured artists! I wish to congratulate Lily for her fantastic work! I am proud to be associated to its success.
Oh, clicking on the image will get you to the possibility of larger view ;-)
Hi All!! Yeap, i’ve been quiet after uploading Kenny by the Beach.. Eheh.. I’ve been working on trying to get my very own stall/cart/pushcart here Thanks to the ever helpful and caring and resourceful, Karin, i manage to get some numbers i can call, instead of just emailing whatever email i can find.. and finally this week, i called and managed to get into contact with some of them.. FINALLY!!! XD Now am working on taking pix of the things am going to sell at the booth, and cleaning up the pix.. makes me wish i have a mannequin to fit them on or a model or something.. i end up just laying them down on a big blue sarong and taking pic.. i think i can hear Ellen giggling now.. XD / then there’s some freelance project that’s coming in.. as much as i’d like to do more drawings, am afraid my wallet’s getting anorexia.. XD so i guess i need to start feeding it a bit.. hehe.. So yea, basically just wanna say, i’m really thankful for all the lovely responses i’ve been getting over at my Facebook page, with regards to my new profile picture there. So much so, i just worked on creating a print version and uploaded it to Zazzle yesterday.. and for the first time ever, SilentCries got a TBA!!!! Dear Pillow… Poster / / Thank you sooo muchie to Zazzle and to all my friends who gave the piece some of their very kind comments and stars!! X)
It is hard. / I mean, daily life. Waking up and remembering what to do with the hours you have before you. I wake most mornings having for…
It is hard. / I mean, daily life. Waking up and remembering what to do with the hours you have before you. I wake most mornings having forgotten the promises I made myself, my family, god, the night before. Where to focus and where to run – hide, or show myself in all mediocrity? I rarely come here anymore. It hurts to see beauty when all I seem to produce is regret. But this is not a sob story. It’s a thank you. I got a valentine this year. It was from someone I love and from someone I hate my distance from. I didn’t send any myself… never expected one… and then there it was. Could I have cried I would have, but I have about one tear left to give and the medications keep it firmly perched upon the crest of my eye. Sometimes I’d go blind to let it drop down the ridge of my nose and fall to the ground, but stubborn as I am, it refuses. Thank you Hilt, if that is your real name (smirk). And pure as that comes, I can’t say much more. I will someday. I know I will.
Many of you might remember this collaboration work with Lily Munroe , who wrote a “marvelous…
Many of you might remember this collaboration work with Lily Munroe , who wrote a marvelous story , inspired by my image Anna’s Eternal Sorrow . / Lily has kindly offered to submit our work (both story and image) to her local newspaper in Australia for publication. It worked! The Springbrook Voices has accepted to publish the collaboration work in two chapters. The first part was recently published in the March 09 to May 09 edition, and the second part will appear in the next one, in May. Many thanks to Lily for taking care of everything, and kindly sending me a copy! This is me below, dressed as Anna, which in fact is my wedding dress (yesssss, it still fits me!), and holding my copy of the newspaper in order to show the published story. Made a composite image out of it.
Anna’s Eternal Sorrow (picture and story) has been beautifully published in Springbrook’s (Queensland) community newspaper ‘Voices’ as a …
Anna’s Eternal Sorrow (picture and story) has been beautifully published in Springbrook’s (Queensland) community newspaper ‘Voices’ as a two-part gothic ghost story. / Here is a link to Johannes enchanting composite of Anna’s ghost holding the newspaper which bears her very own love story within its pages / ; http://www.redbubble.com/people/johannebrunet/art/2807298-4-read-all-about-it-image Also read the wonderful little story Johanne wrote of Anna discovering she had not been forgotten as she reads the abandoned paper! Such a pleasure to work with you Johanne, thanks so much, and thanks to everyone who takes the time to read our work! / Many blessings, Lily :) xxxx / / Inspired from a photo by Johanne Brunet
What a beautiful tribute to this, my final chapter in the Jaws sequence – thank you so much:) The Sisterhood...
What a beautiful tribute to this, my final chapter in the Jaws sequence – thank you so much:) The Sisterhood JAWS 4 – REQUIEM
Madeleine’s site...
Madeleine’s site I would like to thank all the groups that have accepted Madeleine McCann’s story to help this go round RedBubble quickly I really do appreciate this and may God Bless you all for helping too. Madeleine McCann was abducted / from Praia Da Luz, Portugal on / 03/05/07 Please click here Copyright unknown If you have any information / about her whereabouts, please / contact Crimestoppers on / 0800 555 111 UK / +441883731336 Outside UK / Please Help Please take a look at Ursuladee The following words are by CLiPiCs Which I thought was nice:- / “let’s hope the next time we see this little girls face it’s in the arms of a police officer” Thank you for taking the time in looking at this Journal – David
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/ Sorrow The madness of this world / Cannot be conquered / By the sadness or the power / Of the world, / But only by the oneness / Of the world…hearts Sri Chinmoy Thank you so much
If Only Tears Helped / was featured in THE SISTERHOOD / Ju…
If Only Tears Helped / was featured in THE SISTERHOOD / June 29,09 This piece of Art has a message with it.. I hope all who view and read carry it with you . Thank you so very much for this Feature and acknowledging the brutel side of life for many children… Thanks so much to the Hosts and the members of the SISTERHOOD
I need to hear some funny stories or jokes- maybe even a funny picture. I have been put through the wringer lately. Art and talking to…
I need to hear some funny stories or jokes- maybe even a funny picture. I have been put through the wringer lately. Art and talking to people outside of my little circus is what keeps me sane. I’m barely treding water. I got some horrible news today about my uncle who has cancer… I need a laugh- something good to think about even if it’s just 5 minutes. I feel about 10 years older since this past spring. I know I sound like a whiney fool half the time on here… I’m sorry. What do you do when you feel like you are standing in quicksand and you just keep sinking? If emotions were objects and if my heart had the ability to hold them, my heart would be under the floor boards because it is so heavy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ckDhIN1RLg / This song is constantly in my head lately. Update / My uncle has been released home from ICU- they are letting him go home to… you know. I encourage everyone to go and get regular check-ups and tell a physician if something doesn’t feel right. Don was relatively young and had beaten cancer once before. He went to his doctor last December with abdomen pain and his doctor told him “not to worry about it”. Now, he has a tumor on his kidney and cancerous fluid in his abdomen wall. It is inoperable because the fluid could spread to his other organs. He started a chemo pill, but it was not effective. The silver lining is that Don lived his life. He has a black belt, pilot’s license, took up riding motorcycles, travels, etc… He had done everything he has ever wanted to do- those few I mentioned are hobbies that he has adopted just in the past 5 years. Last year he was honored with the “Texas Middle School Coach of the Year”. Texas is HUGE and for him to receive such attention is amazing. The town only has 1,973 people! Don was also a music minister devoted to his church. I am heartbroken that his time has been cut short. He has two wonderful daughters living- he lost his oldest to CF when she was a child. Both girls are teachers just like their parents. Out of my in-laws he is my favorite, second only to my mother and father-in-law. His mother who is in her 80’s babysits her great grandchildren, walks two miles a day, and able to drive a car. I can’t imagine watching your children die before you. She has already lost one son to a drunk driver and a grandaughter to CF. Nam (nick name that everyone uses) has more strength and life than anyone I know. These people are genuinely good… no matter what life throws at them they bounce back. Their strength is inspiring. I am praying for a miracle. Update / God said no to the miracle… Don passed away last night.
Hi Friends I just had to share the good news , that the group BENCHES featured my photo…
Hi Friends I just had to share the good news , that the group BENCHES featured my photo called DESPAIR. I was surprised and quite blown away, as I do not get featured very often. A Special Thank you to the HOST’s Tatiana R and Dinghysailor1 of BENCHES Here is the image they Featured: Thanks friends for sharing my joy.
Hello fellow RB’r / I am at a friends computer right now. I got rid of dial up and went to Hughes Net service which means I am using a dis…
Hello fellow RB’r / I am at a friends computer right now. I got rid of dial up and went to Hughes Net service which means I am using a dish. Hughes Net has a glitch where the only site on the web that is blocked is redbubble.com Advanced Tech Support could not fix it. The server for RB gets disabled when I try to view it. The RB Tech people have contacted Hughes Net but they don’t seem interested. Beware if you want to start a Hughes Net service and want to view RB. I am working on my own to try to figure out how to set up my computer so as I may go to another server to use to be able to go to RB and do my thing. There are free servers out there to use for this. I just found some info and am working on it. I see there are many people whom have viewed my work and I feel really bad about not making comments back to them.. For now forgive me.. I will keep on trying to find the work around.. Until then I will find a way.. Miss all of you guys so.. / Chukc.. / AKA velveteagle
Top Ten Winners In Live and Let Live “Autumn” Challenge / !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/border:blackwithdetail/product:lam…
Top Ten Winners In Live and Let Live “Autumn” Challenge / / Autumn In the Inspired Art “Missing You” Challenge / / I am the Memor of a Moment of Happiness Features Two Features for this painting in the same day..In Black Christmas and First Things / / A Weekend in The Country In Yellow Two / / Still Life with Old Dandelion Stencil and Terracotta Pots In Avante Garde Art / / The Nothing That Is In Inspired Art / / Lost In Immpressionism Cafe / / Wild is The Wind In Ethnic Art / / Almost Home In Too Bright / / The Third Sorrow In Image Writing / / Afterward In Art Up Close / / The Potting Shed Thank you so much to the group moderators and all who voted to make these wins possible / Click HERE for previous wins...
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