This weaving on canvas reminds me of the circle of life, of the planets , of the clouds.....everything constantly moving...sometimes too quickly or even too slowly .
A good reminder we are all part of this circle , this life this planet.. we are one.

Today I saw an owl on a branch near a creek on a wooded path in our neighborhood. I had seen this owl about 3 years ago. I wondered all morning what brought him to me again... was it

struggle, pain , happiness ,hope? It was a gift no doubt from the heavens from the earth.

I chose this weaving because of the no. 3 ... the weaving has 3 layers.. 3 pieces of dark bamboo separating each layer from the one before. I knew though even before I saw the owl , before I connected with the earth for that day that I had shed a layer

and moved upward.

All one has to do is listen... to the earth , to the wind ,to the birds,to animals .. just listen and watch for the small details for the spaces inbetween the struggle, the pain, the happiness and the hope.

This is from one of my weavings on canvas. It reminds me of clouds, life, breath and harmony. Sometimes we forget that word and its importance..... Harmony.... it is peace, balance,

and breath all rolled into one word of purity. Find some harmony in your day... all you have to do is look and it will come to you.

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I think we always have to remember to move forwards in life. Sometimes things happen and they slow us down , but we have to look at what we have created in our life, our accomplishments , our children to see the real meaning .

My studio and work are a real accomplishment for me and as I move higher on my path I must remember to honor myself.

Life is Practice

These small collages are part of my new works.. I call them meditation boxes. This one in particular has very soothing

colours of pinks, reds , and hues of orange and purple. The words say Effort to stay there is called practice. The feather a reminder of flight. It is an effort to work , to love , to create

to run, to practice yoga... we must practice. A little each day.

Mother's day

This blog is in memory of my dear mother.

Her name was Billie.. how fitting for her.

She was beautiful in her youth and years beyond.

She met my father in Asheville, as both had TB and were

recovering. It was a romance that is rare these days... I often

wondered what truly drew them together.. Ernest and Billie

But look at this photo as I often do , she had that rare beauty and charm.. a Grace Kelly look. So on this Mother's Day I honor My dear mother Billie...who I miss so dearly. Billie.....