thoughts, words and art shared ~
with this creative spirit
Saturday, October 13, 2007
While reading Autumn to our small writer's group a few nights ago, I realized as I was reading, through the rich images - "heathery scarves, warmth of wool", "pumpkins, squash and gourds" that I do too still love autumn even though... most of the leaves have already fallen from the trees and we've had teensy-eensy sprinklings of snow that vanish as quickly.
I would mention that if you want to see a larger version of the slideshow and also be able to see the others I've made you can click on "view all images".
Hello!
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It has been such a long time since I last wrote in my blog. I have missed
coming here. The last time I wrote I had only just started making art
again a...
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I have been designing some new star designs. My little grandson, Logan
seems quite comfy cozy on my throw.
Of course there are pillows indoor and ou...
Another Week of Art...
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It's been another crazy, busy week since I last posted. And not much art
got finished...but I need to get my "backside" in high gear because there
are seve...
Souvenir de vacances
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C'était une belle journée d'août. Humide et chaude comme toutes les
journées d'août là-bas. Le soleil reluquait une dernière fois les jambes
nues des arbr...
A vintage Halloween...
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Hello Friends. Its been a while! This is my favorite time of the year! Fall
and Halloween.. Ive decided to blow the dust off my art supplies and just
go fo...
We Moved. . . . . .
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Thank you to all my followers and regular visitors. My blog space as moved
to www.pearlmaple.com I appreciate meeting you here and would love to
see y...
ADIOS PETER PAN...HELLO NEW BLOG
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Some people never want to grow up and most of us certainly do not want to
grow old (at least not after we have turned 21), but like most things in
life, ag...
Making Use of Scrapbooking Supplies
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*Scrapbooking tools are essential to creating a successf...
I'm Back.
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I'm gonna start bloggin' again! Have so much to share. Lots of art and
adventures. Talk to you soon my friends! xo Lia Update: Ok, so, typepad has
changed ...
meet Mr. Mashimaro
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You know when you are kid and you tell your Mom that the puppy just
followed you home? Look what followed me home. Really. He followed me up 43
stairs into...
flea-tiquing
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the calendar says we are in SPRING, but in actuality, it’s been freezing
like the dickens the past few days. idk what’s up with our crazy midwest
weather,...
NEW SHOP...NEW BLOG
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*Hallo All! I have a BRAND NEW SHOP On etsy called PennyPaperworks here!*
*http://www.pennypaperworks.etsy.com*
*and so....*
*I have a BRAND NEW BLOG HERE!*
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Yellow..your friend or foe?
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Some questions for you to ponder....
Are you 'self aware'?
Do you acknowledge your strengths and weaknesses?
Do you know when people are showing you the mir...
A Big Hello to all.....
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Hello there! Thought I would stop in to say hello and let you know I am
still kicking! Under alot of stress lately but I can get through it. After
all it c...
Inspired
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While it's not unusual for me to change my my website banner...it's like
redecorating my home. I love to change the "look" to match my mood or the
season.....
"To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk being called sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self. To place your ideas and your dreams before them is to risk being called naive. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing. He [or she] may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he's forfeited his freedom. Only the person who risks is truly free." Dr. Leo Buscaglia
Creativity allows my voice to float up in echoing reverberations from that place in my soul where emotions thrive. It gives wings to my words, flight to my thoughts.
Creativity allows my hands to share a piece of my heart with those who take time to see. Nature brings inspiration ~ colours and sounds, taste and touch.
I thank God for this gift ~ this wonderful gift of creativity, the wind in my wings.
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