Magic Moments- somewhere in time

Somewhere in time i knew you well.

IMG_0357 (1024x861).jpg
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 99th Birthday in a week on August 25th.

032_30A.jpg
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.

IMG_5280 (778x1024)IMG_2240 (768x1024).jpgIMG_5280 (778x1024)

 

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- within

Depression can take a terrible tole on one’s life and on ones loved ones too. The last post i made included a painting of a nuthatch in our red-bud. I actually had begun this painting  almost 2 years ago and was only recently able to return to it and finish it by painting in the tree branches. For over a year i have struggled to return to the intense happiness that painting used to bring. i don’t know yet where my story will end Holly angel sculture by Kelsey but i can say that it is so important to have people who care and believe in you. If you know of someone suffering from depression don’t give up on them.

For me a turning point surely occurred when I discovered this early photo of me on the breakfast table a few weeks ago.

me summer1974-01c1974

It was snapped while I was out sketching on the hillside behind the trailer we used to live in up in Vermont.  With the photo was just a little note in my husbands hand,”I’d like this person back.” It makes all the difference to know someone cares. He loves the artist in me, and knowing that is so important to me.

I am working on finding and reconstructing her. it may take a while but I’ll do my best. If I post less frequently its because I only want to post solid accomplishments: paintings i feel good about.  In the mean time I continue to avidly read  your posts and deeply appreciate your comments. Keep up the good camaraderie and enjoy your work! And, please don’t forget to look for mine rare though it may be!

I shall repeat this poem of Rumi’s from my last post. For me it speaks volumes.

“Let yourself be silently drawn,

by the strange pull

of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray.”

Holly

Holly angel sculture by Kelsey (2)
Sculpture by Kelsey

Holly angel sculture by Kelsey (2)

(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.IMG_2777 (1024x768).jpgMagic Moments Pass Us By

IMG_3131 (1024x768).jpg

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 snowIMG_3173 (741x1024).jpg

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

IMG_3172 (670x1024)

For these are ours to share

Tho’ you will not be there

Angel in the dust

IMG_3139 (768x1024).jpg

Magic Moments- on hold

Really I am too tired to do any thing creative tonight except say “HI”

My trip is safely accomplished with a fulfilling visit to my Mom and more than enough emotion to fill a day and more.

I loved coming home to some new poems and plein-air sketches-thank you Shari and Owen. I do think the Mass pike ought to be renamed the Massacre pike. Every time I travel it it gets worse, even on a Sunday. But I played some great CDs to keep me company:

“All the Roadrunning”-Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris, from home to Westfield and

“Passion”-Judy Handler and Mark Levesque, from Westfield through Worchester (which gave me the advantage of a comforting virtual co pilot on the way out) and then-

“Kindred Spirits”-Carrrie Newcomer, and “New Day”-Kings Singers, on the way home (all good companions).

My mind does not achieve neutral very easily.

I wonder though if I could still do one little w/c study???

 

I’d like to picture this idea-

When you love,

 You complete a circle.

When you die,

The circle remains.

by John Squadra

Angel in the dust

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)

img_2296-1024x764
pencil and w/c
img_2732-763x1024
drawn directly with watercolor

Broken relationships tear us from God.

Please do not leave me in the dark.

img_2471-1024x768
drawn with fiber pen
img_2302-1024x768
pencil w/ w/c wash begun

I am your friend

Always.

practicing Y.E.S.

                        Angel in the dust