Thursday, September 27, 2012




My darling daughter sent me this photo from Barnes and Noble today. That is one of my journal pages on the cover of Somerset Studio Art Journaling magazine. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world when they published some of my words and pages twice before. But they have knocked my sox off this time. There is a nice selection of some of my pages inside as well. This is a beautiful publication, as are all of their magazines, and if you are not familiar with their work do yourself a favor and pick one up. If Art Journaling is not your "thing" there are so many other offerings you are bound to find something you will love.

So, I hate to brag and run, but it's getting late and I am pooped from moving the husband and myself from ranch to beach and now my Mom. I'm soon off to dreamland.

Speaking of dreams, here's what I'm thinking. I have dreams coming true at an alarming rate lately. Even some dreams that were so deep in my heart I didn't really know they were there. Trust what ever it is for you that is greater than yourself and keep plugging along. It seems we do get what we deserve and I think every one of us is pretty darned deserving.  Sleep well.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Still at it

Still doing all of the moving in things. Maybe I'm over anxious to be settled, but I thought I'd be done setting up by now. Step by step, one day at a time, I know. To cool down the anxiety I was working myself into, I decided to turn on my poor Mac that is crammed onto the top of a plastic table and visit with all of you.

All of my art "stuff" is still packed up waiting for the new cabinets it will live in so I thought I'd share a few journal pages that have not seen the light of day.


This guy was in a random newspaper article I was reading, don't remember what it was about, and I became fascinated with his face. I don't do a lot of faces, I'm usually not very good at them. But this was one of those I-can't-believe-I-did-this moments. He seems very familiar to me, I don't know why. 


Ah, just another existential moment with a pen and an empty journal page.


This reminds me that I am surrounded by love. And I am pretty amazed how much this leaf looks like the one off of the tree. 

Well, I'm off to dinner, as soon as the latest in a string of workmen leaves, so I'll close with what I'm thinking.

Time and Space are just little games we play to keep ourselves from exploding at the beautiful immensity of it all. Game Over. I'm going to relax into the velvet pillows of reality.