Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Okay, so it's now Wednesday. I've been busy this week, so here is Tuesday's flower a day late. The house smells of frittata cooking, salads are on the table, candles lit and water glasses filled. We have a peaceful home tonight.
I spent most of the day finishing a painting of fruit & vegetables on a glass platter, laid on a decorative shawl. An open window in the background , a lush garden with a magpie perched on the sill, eyeing the platter greedily. The painting has its good points, though I rushed the composition. Ah well, you learn something new each time you complete a canvas. I've since added flowers to the garden, but here's a peek at the progress...
Happy, Tuesday or Wednesday to you too!
Friday, 26 March 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
We are watched over by the one who observes us.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
I recently looked back at an old post where I made lots of wellness mandala's. It got me in the mood to make one today. A meditative thing to do.
This painting I posted a while back in its half-way done state. This is still not finished, but nearly there... I am actually taking things away from it, it turned out to be such a busy painting. I wanted it to be rich, opulent and exotic, then got a little carried away. I like it still though!
(apologies for the flash glare).
Sunday, 14 March 2010
We are taught in the Yoga room that it is wise not to get too attached to anything.
One asana practice/meditation will be smooth and expansive, the next one restless and hard to stay with. I am in recovery from illness and yesterday I really felt like I was making progress throughout the day, my mind just a little restless, mostly smooth and quiet, then I lost the strong thread again.
Lesson learned - it's one step forward, two steps back. Patience and persistence are required. And maybe a little more sleep and TLC.....
Thursday, 11 March 2010
I stumbled upon a link while reading one of my favourite blogs, The Happiness Project . Thank you Gretchen! Leah shows us by beautiful example just how to practice being grateful for every. little. thing. by writing thank you notes.
So just in case you miss out on getting a note from me, I'll thank YOU now!
I've been doing lots of creative cooking lately, trying to get out of a cooking rut, choosing the healthier options, yet I still keep falling back on the potato, a favourite of the boys in the family. The potato gets a lot of criticism, however it's is actually quite nutritious and is great for people feeling under stress. Who knew?
Monday, 8 March 2010
Enjoy the poetry!
If someone says,
“To be enlightened you must fast and pray all night,”
Have dinner and go to bed.
If you see a sign, “This way to salvation,”
run the other way.
If someone says, “This book is the truth, you can buy it from me,”
Take your money and buy grapes and roses.
If someone says, “He’s talking tonight, thousands will be saved.”
Go for a walk…listen to the birds and watch the clouds,
and leave your backpack, your Bible and your Buddha under a tree
and hope they will be gone when you return.
Where we are going you can’t carry anything, not even your name.
If there is logic in the above, be afraid, it’s a lie.
But if you feel something in your chest as beautiful as the grass beneath your feet,
be grateful…open your arms
and forget everything you ever thought you knew.
Friday, 5 March 2010
I've been distracting myself from all kinds of oily worries by making paint effects, then studying the page to see what is hiding. A bit like looking up at fluffy, white clouds and seeing a monkey riding a bicycle up there! Not possible to lie in the grass and look up at the sky today - it's raining and the sky is a pale, steely grey, puddles everywhere!
This page was hiding fish and once I found one, others kept swimming out of the page. The art journal is a bit like that too. When you look back at what you have created, you begin to see things that are an expression of your sub-conscious. Not all that helpful in retrospect, but interesting just the same. It's nice to know that there is one less thing cluttering up your mind, even if you weren't aware of it slipping out.
This next page prompted me to pull out some old children's verse that I wrote years ago.
Between two blades of grass
I spied your ankles and your toes.
I slithered out all slippery
So quiet, you wouldn’t know.
You saw me there right at your feet
And released a little gasp.
Your eyes grew wide, you tried to scream,
But your voice came out a rasp.
I decided not to bite you
I let you back away.
Then slithered off all slippery
To your absolute dismay.
by Patti Bourne
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
It reminds me of the Enid Blyton books of my childhood called 'The Faraway Tree', where the children in the story climbed up the tree and into a magical world in the clouds, full of magical characters. It's a little patch of paradise to me and I wonder if the locals realise what they have?