Saturday, December 12, 2009

Red Bird


Image from Better Photo.
Red bird, red bird what is that song?
You sing it every morning, every day and every dawn.

Red bird, red bird how do you know?
The melody that you sing, how it moves me so.

Red bird, red bird, will you teach me?
To hold that tune close when my heart feels bleak.

Red bird, red bird, what did you say?
Sing it high or sing it low, but sing it all the way.

T.L. Eastman 09'

Friday, December 11, 2009

A change of heart

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Walking with Frosty


The happy snowman bounces in the wind
as if listening to the "Thumpity, thump, thump.." chorus of the Frosty the Snowman song.

I feel as if I'm going to blow away,
but this glowing, fabric, lawn decoration
is staying safely tethered to the frozen ground.

This snowman doesn't have anywhere to be, people to see or work to get done.
I on the other hand, have a list that seems way too long.
Somehow though, I keep moving.
Maybe the wind will be at my back today, just to help things along a bit.
I think that would be wonderful as I bounce along in my own untethered way singing...
"Thumpity, thump, thump...!"

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

The North Wind

Image from the blog: Nursery Rhymes Online

I used to have a big picture book of nursery rhymes when I was a child. It was a gift from my Grandparents on holiday season and when I received it, I was shocked that they would get a big kid like me a book of kiddie rhymes. Truth be told, I ended up loving the book and read and re-read it many times. The illustrations were bright and cheery and most of what I'd discredited as nursery rhymes were really a quite interesting collection of poems. This morning while clearing the walk of the slush and snow and being blown all over the road by the wind while trying to take my dog for a walk, I remembered the poem/rhyme "The North Wind doth Blow" by heart. Here is a excerpt on the history for the rhyme as well as the verse. Today this rhyme captured the rainy, chilly, slushy morning that I experienced. While at one point turning my back to the gusting wind,I kept thinking - "I wish I were the robin in the warm barn, instead of our here in this wind and wet." Stay warm and dry on this wintry day, I know I'm headed towards a toasty barn as soon as possible.

The Robin' or 'The North Wind doth blow'?

This nursery rhyme is referred to as either the North Wind doth blow or The Robin. 'The North Wind doth blow' is British in its origins and believed to have originated in the 16th century history. 'The North Wind doth blow' uses the olde English word 'doth'. The purpose of the words to 'The North Wind doth blow' is to ensure that a child associates security with home whilst empathising with the plight of the robin. This therefore accounts for the confusion as to whether the poem should be called 'The North Wind doth blow' or the Robin.


The North wind doth blow

The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Healing hands


This painting is called "The Healer" and it is painted by Bernard Mensah. I found his art work on the website Novica, an artisan website that promotes and sells artwork for artists world wide. I love in this painting how so many hands are working together for healing and that those hands are ones visibly work weary and realistic. This painting makes me wish those healing hands were both my own as well as being the person that they are being laid upon to promote healing.

This painting really drew me in. What do you think?

Bernard Mensah
Born on December 24, 1978, Bernard Mensah started schooling at the age of six. After his elementary education, he proceeded to the College of Arts and Industry, where he acquired an in-depth knowledge of artistic designs that aided him in becoming what he long cherished and wanted to be, a prominent and prolific painter.

Bernard's family has been the center of his life. Being the eldest of three children, his single mother – a trader – has been very encouraging in his quest by providing him with all the materials he needed. He enjoys the closeness of his family very much because they are his inspiration, and he believes that God, through his mercy, will grant his mother more years to enjoy the fruit of her labor.

Painting has been with Bernard from infancy. When he was a child, he created images through his own imagination. Asked how he creates his works, he responds that creativity is a form of religion that he believes in; "I create to portray how I see nature and to exhibit the artistic qualities in me. To say it all, I do not paint for money."

Mensah's greatest inspiration is the innermost satisfaction he derives after a quiet time, when he takes some time off to explore positive ways of enlightening his paintings. To the admiration of mankind, he translates illusion into reality in the form of painting. He uses canvas and acrylic paints in all the work that he does. Asked why, Mensah replies "I like working with acrylic because it suits my type of painting; I like innovation in my works because it gives me different opinions every time and my sense of coloring also adds some genuineness to the paintings. I try to portray what is in me and being me is what I create.

"I have participated in a number of local and international exhibitions, and these have helped in no small way in shaping and bringing out the finesse in my skills to date."

Monday, December 07, 2009

SWB: Bread that keeps me going



It's been an event filled week for me both personally and professionally, as I mentioned in the previous post. I've been attempting to balance on a tightrope that seems to keep bouncing and shifting with the winds of life. Staying on top of things in this constant state of movement can be tough at times, but I'm ever grateful to the people around me that help keep me upright and balanced. My blogging friend Lucy, must have known I needed a little boost of encouragement and has awarded me the "Honest Scrap" award. It's lovely when the thoughts, words and images that I post here really connect with people. Thanks to Lucy for letting me know she like what she sees here! Please say hello by visiting and commenting at her blog: "Looking for something deeper."

Other things that have kept me going this week were:

Finally seeing progress and things coming together on the large mural project I'm a part of creating. As you look at the following images, imagine this being placed in order with the ten separate panels going left to right starting with the left bottom corner to the right top corner. This Saturday, the project will be wrapped up (if all goes well.) and will be prepared to be all-weather sealed and placed in it's permanent home across from the Chadakoin River in downtown Jamestown.



Grandfather and grandson.



Playing in the water.



Drawing water.



Big splash.



Jumping and fishing.

And some other hi-lights of love and promise from last week...

the team that helped make the float happen and helped to clean it up too!
my friend Sue who gave me much needed pep talks upon request.
Lunch at Friendly's.
Family celebrations.
More than one person commenting on my writing...and they were GREAT comments!

Wishing huge loaves of bread to you all this week!

SWB host post: Following bread crumbs



It's been and eventful week in my neck of the woods. I was in charge of organizing and getting a crew to decorate a Christmas Parade Float for our city's annual Christmas Parade, I'm continuing the work on a the large mural project and getting close to wrapping it up, and it was my son's 13th birthday.

Sleeping with bread is one way for me to look back and count the small joys or bread of life and see the bounty that I'd often time miss. If if glazed over the small joys, I'd spend most of my time recalling and retelling about the times of feeling overwhelmed, overwrought, or frustrated. There are times in this last week that I began to feel lost in the dark and creepy woods, like Hansel and Gretel from that childhood storybook. Like Hansel and Gretel, I have to get beyond the easy fix of candy houses and daydreams and move to the place of leaving a following the bread crumbs of sustenance that are scattered throughout my life.

In this last week especially, I could not have accomplished much of anything without the help and support of my friends and family...these wonderful people. G-d, who in small ways kept tugging on my sleeve to remind me of his presence wherever the day took me. Thankfully, there were lots of bread crumbs to help lead the way.

What are the joys that filled your week? What were the frustrations? Does counting the breadcrumbs of joy through each past day help to trace G-d's nudging in your own life?

I pray taking part in this examen gives you what you most need. May the bread crumb trail always lead you our of the deep woods and into the meadow of peace.