Magic Moments- somewhere in time

Somewhere in time i knew you well.

Pencil drawing of a white rose done while waiting for my Mother on Star Island 2013

Our souls are autonomous; expressed perhaps through our physical being and reflected in our relationships with others but they are independent of us or…well we really don’t know do we? So when one dies what happens to their soul? Where does it go and what does it do? Is it dependent on time at all? Or is only its expression dependent on time?

The idea of soul is a beautiful thing and one which can give great solace or great pain. I happen to believe that we each do have souls. I believe that because how else can I explain the extrasensory perception I have experienced and that has been confirmed from time to time to be absolutely real in time. There has to be a ‘me’ external of my physical being for those things to have occurred.

When a loved one dies each of us may say, “May her Soul rest in peace”, and each will have their own reality in mind. The soul of the departed will be as it will. Let us wish it well and filled  with happiness, and contentment wherever it may be.

And so I wish contentment for my mother, Jeanne Robert Ott Saunders who physically left us a little after 1:30 this beautiful summer afternoon, August 11, 2017. She opened her eyes briefly for my husband, Jamie, and died peacefully shortly thereafter. She was at home where she wanted to be under my sister, Erika’s care. She got to see and be with all her children during her last few days. She would have celebrated her 99^th Birthday in a week on August 25^th.

Jeanne on Star Island 2002 pointing out Norman’s favorite flower, the tiny blue-eyed lily.

May her soul rest in Peace-the peace of our love for her-that connection we have had and continue to have with her somewhere in time. And may it bring us peace, contentment, and happiness to know she is there. I’d like to think she has finally joined our father, Norman, and is also with her father, “Daddy Roar”. Her real presence is missed by all of us. It has been a long good-bye following a vibrant life.

 

Jeanne at Leland house 2016. “Consider the lilies how they grow… And yet i say… Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.” She loved the simple beauty of the natural world, the beauty of music, art, poetry, and most of all dance.

Holly (angel in the dust)

Magic Moments-on Sunday

Today in church psalm 116 and Peter 1:17-23 seemed so appropriate for me.

Morning mist on Shady Brook

This afternoon a gentle rain with all the blossoms springing forth and the leaves unfurling gave a stillness to the grey day like a soft rustle of silk. I am restless, caged in impatience, waiting for some special signal. Something within me is about to unfurl.

supporting one another in mutual love and growth

We witnessed the Baptism of little Elijah Ryan and promised as a congregation to support him in the life of Christ.

I am groping for my connection here and I read into every bit of scripture my own personal interpretation. I wasn’t brought up in the church. But these words from Peter (usually not my favorite) seemed to sing for me: “Now that you have purified your souls by your obedience to the truth so that you have genuine mutual love, love one another deeply from the heart. You have been born anew, not of perishable but of imperishable seed, through the living and enduring word of God.”

Looking out my studio window

I know I have to be myself, for myself, from myself so that I may have the strength to love others deeply from the heart. I know that I must genuinely love myself to realize this goal and that part of that, a major part, is believing in my worth even when I have reason to feel lost and lonely-finding the inner strength to know I can, yes I can bring joy to my  life and the lives of others. And that I want to.

The plein air group gets underway

Try the link below for more information on our newly formed en plein air group.

https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com

 

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-

Time to post as painting seems impossible.

Today I took many of my paintings from last year to the newly formed Farmington River Artists Guild in the Hurley building to see if they might find buyers and new homes; A sad moment for me as they were painted under sunnier skies but it’s time to move on. Perhaps the new plein-air group will take hold and keep me focused. Check out their schedule on: https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com

I ‘m not sure what is next-carry on i guess. So…here is a poem for you and some recent photographs to enjoy. Take care and find joy in the new day.Magic Moments Pass Us By

Now of my three score years and ten – soon-

 Seventy will not come again

About the woodland i will go

To see the sun chase out the snow

And wonder at the mirrored calm

That hides an overwhelming qualm

 Of fear that clenches at my heart

Sad thoughts that this is just the start

That as the summer fades to fall

The green of fern and moss on wall

Will change to golden orange and rust

While still i hold my heart in trust

For these are ours to share

Tho’ you will not be there

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-in Love

Magic Moments-in Love

 

Dear Readers,

Good Morning! It’s a beautiful New Day!

As you woke this morning, where ever you may be, I know a message of love and hope was sent your way.

Although I am wicked slow and physically bent I am thinking of you all and wishing you the best.  Take Joy in the day. Stay warm. Embrace your creativity with Love.

And, thank you for sharing.

 

Holly

Angel in the dust

Re: lovely morning

  I’m missing that time we spend looking at the world together.

Magic Moments-in song and prayer and friendship

He leaned in and whispered as he turned the page
And he said, “Make yourself into a flame”
A crazy old lion with his hair all backlit
Grinnin’ like a little boy who has a secret

And I do not know its name
Though it’s ever entwining
And I believe it must look
Like an old man shining

We were eatin’ summer peaches
By a roadside stand
Juice running down like laughter
On our chin and on our hands

When we were done, we looked around
And smiled at each other
And you said
“Come on, Carrie, let’s have another”

And I do not know its name
No matter how I try
But I believe that it must taste
Like peaches eaten by the roadside

He drove a rental car shuttle
To the airports on Sundays
We chatted that gray morning
‘Bout the choir he sang with, Wednesdays

He sang a haunting gospel hymn
Shameless and clear
With only me, a wandering stranger
Sitting there to hear

And I do not know its name
Elusive and subtle
But I believe it must sound
Like that man singing in the shuttle

Standing in the river, barefoot in the current
I hear the sound of a bird call and I try to learn it
The water is a wonder, it’s cold and fast and deep
I saw the fish go swimming out too far for me to reach

And I do not know its name
Swimmer or watcher
But I believe that there is always something
Moving beneath the water

If holy is a sphere
That cannot be rendered
There is no middle place
Because all of it is center

I do not know its name

I do not know its name

I do not know its name

Carrie Newcomer-“I do Not Know it’s name”

Here are some terrible drawings but the best i can do.They should certainly make the more talented feel glad and that’s OK; I’m gaining stability day by day which is my goal. (these were all done from my car-a fun way to sketch in the winter)

pencil and w/c

drawn directly with watercolor

Broken relationships tear us from God.

Please do not leave me in the dark.

drawn with fiber pen

pencil w/ w/c wash begun

I am your friend

Always.

practicing Y.E.S.

                        Angel in the dust