Sunday, September 20, 2009

Apple picking

I love peaceful Sunday mornings. The sun is shining bright through the blinds of my bedroom window pushing me out of my coccoon where I'm all wrapped up listening to the crows make a ruckus through the open window. The air is really cool and starting to get crisp in the mornings; a good sign autumn is on its way.

Today the family will be apple picking - a perfect day for it! Dad's band will play and my nieces and nephews will dance around in front of the stage. I really appreciate these times and try to capture every smile and every experience they encounter along the way. JH is coming with us subjecting himself to all the craziness. LOL This amazing person came into my life only 9 days ago, but strangely enough, it feels like we've been together for a few months at least. I feel like a teenager all over again lost in all my feelings and the butterflies in my stomach when he calls or sends me a text message. I love how all those favorite songs make even more sense or take on a whole new meaning specific to someone new. Still, in all the excitement there is a level of maturity in this connection that I haven't felt before but that is refreshing, comforting and welcomed. I've always believed that I wouldn't find "that person" until I was in my 40's because of so much of my own soul searching, figuring out what I wanted out of life and what defined me as a woman. I think it is true that you don't really know yourself until these years. You look back at life, your experiences, your mistakes, your achievements, your passions and, like a short film, you can see who you are and how you got here and everything that molded you into the person you currently are; you know what you want, what you will accept and what you won't. It's a wild ride but a very necessary one. Yet, in all the preparedness of the years spent getting to this place, I can't help but feel unprepared, blindsided, stepping on certain rocks on the beach that will keep me from falling into the water. Fate, destiny, a higher power or just plain coincidence brought us here. Where we go from here, no one knows. I will take one day at a time, savor each moment, and treasure each memory and know that even if it doesn't go the distance, the ride was so worth it. xo

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Sunday night inspiration

I haven't been too creative this weekend due to the general drama and the passing of my little man with his golden eyes and Batman-like ears (lol). It's time to pull out all the pictures and put them together in a collection of memories from happier days.

I am loving the Adirondak Color Washes by Ranger. I was totally inspired by two artists, Roben-Marie Smith and Dina Wakley, who use these color washes in beautiful ways in their artwork. I've been inspired by color and pattern and the funky versatility of these washes. I've only experimented with them on paper so far but I plan to move on to fabric shortly. I'm challenging myself to leave a lot of white space in my little creations but, as you can see, it's not working out very well. I'll just have to keep playing until I run out! It's so easy to get carried away with a wet brush after spraying. I'm working harder at layering and I feel like that is improving at least.

Have a great week and stay INSPIRED!!!!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Saying goodbye to an old friend

The closest I will ever get to being a "mom" was the 7 years I spent living with this amazing dog, Dylan. Dylan is a Pit Bull which is a challenge for anyone who wants to make this kind of dog a part of their family....but he was. My ex-boyfriend had adopted him when he was approximately 6 months old and boy was he adorable! Dylan grew into a 65 lb lap dog. He was never vicious towards people and most everyone loved him. What is amazing to me is that during his entire life, his schedule never changed. Morning and night, we were all devoted to his needs and to this day, that has never changed. The one time he had to stay with friends because of a wedding in Montreal that we had to attend, he was so emotionally upset that he didn't eat for 3 days. We never went anywhere without him again. Dylan has always been so flexible to the life changes of his Dad. Dylan adapted to wherever we were or he was, new apartments, new areas and two trips across country to Arizona and back. As long as his Dad was there, life was good. I think back to how many life decisions were made to accommodate Dylan and personal sacrifices that were made to ensure he was safe and happy. But isn't that what it's all about. This beautiful doggy soul who unconditionally loved both of us and who could never live without his Dad, his soulmate, his world.

Today, I have to say goodbye to this beautiful animal that was a significant part of my life for so many years who I always considered to be my child. It won't be easy, it won't be without regrets, but it will be all about Dylan and his comfort, peace and all of the love that has surrounded him for 12+ years.

Goodbye Dylan, my little man, may Heaven be as good to you as your Dad has always been.