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A New Day Has Come ~ A Poem

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Sometimes inspiration knocks so subtly, we can hear it only if we’re quiet.
What have we been missing when the noise in our head is left boundary-less?
Who have we been withholding from?
Who has been withholding from us?

Sometimes glimmers of hope are sparkled like fairy dust on the most fragile parts of our hearts.
How many time have we not seen it because it’s been swallowed up by murky waters?

Sometimes in strange and beautiful moments, you’re clear.
And the earth angels are clear.
All at once.
And inspiration is received and bestowed in most inconceivably glorious ways.

And you feel so close to heaven.

And the pain is nudged out by the hope.

And the heart leaps into Spring.

And a new day has come.

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One Day | A Little Ditty

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A little ditty I wrote in church today…

One day, I’ll have peace, I’m sure
I’ll be restored and not defective,
a plentiful mother, and more

One day, I’ll be strong and secure
no more feeble and weak
but full of strength and tempered

One day, I’ll be no more lonely
I won’t be so self-absorbed
and I’ll have friends galore

One day, I’ll be redeemed
I won’t struggle with turmoil
for all my misgivings

One day, I’ll know my place
I’ll be bold and courageous
and won’t hide my face

One day, I’ll give all the love in my heart
I’ll not be insecure and inside it all hoard
and pure love will be my reward

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Artist * Photographer * Writer * Dreamer

Artist, Photographer, Writer, Dreamer…

“You must do the thing, which you think you cannot do.”  -Eleanor Roosevelt

This post is for my fellow Flying Lessons, peeps.  I decided to make a little twist on Kelly’s art prompt for Week 1: Facing Our Fears, and I created these, instead:

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‘Tis true for me to be afraid of change, and to play small.  To hide, to be invisible, to camouflage myself into a crowd.  As if I’m safe in my invisibility.  But the truth is, I know that being invisible and anonymous is lonely.  As I socially withdraw, I dwell so much in my imagination which tends to send me down the rabbit hole.  So quick to be repelled by convention, I see myself as a rebellious outsider – never to be seen or understood by anyone.  But this leaves me feeling like something is profoundly wrong with me, and on a lifelong search for self.  I’m lonely, even when I’m close to people I love.

I just want to unfurl and find my significance.  Without children and being somewhat of a gypsy, I wonder what is the point.  I wonder what is my offering, and to whom?

As I take the time to indulge in creative endeavors, I feel my heart open up and my soul set free.  I don’t know why.  Sometimes I get so tired of words – so predictable and repetitive.  Drawing, painting, photographing and editing give expression to deeper parts of me.  When I sit down to paint, there is usually no agenda – because I’ve learned that my agenda is not of much value in this process.

I lay a background down, often with torn up pages of a dictionary, and like clouds in the sky, I start to see shapes and images of what I am commanded to paint.  And so, I do.  These are the pieces that seem to resonate with people most.  I’ve heard artists say things along these lines, that art is bigger than them.  Frankly, I used to think they were nuts.  But art is bigger than us.  Sometimes I feel a conduit of others emotions, if not just my own.

This art, that comes from the heart, is where I intend to dwell.  It’s where my fears tend to cease, because I know it is not my own.

I’ve always loved this quote by Marianne Williamson, that Kelly Rae Roberts posted:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous ? Actually, who are you not to be ? Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” – Marianne Williamson

And so, stepping out of the shadows will always be a quest for me.  I hope it will be yours, too.

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Favorite Fotos Friday | IV

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This was the horse that I rode during Gianna’s and my trail ride.  She is a Palomino and I loved her!

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I don’t know… I’ve seen a lot of use of the Dynamic Light from people on Instagram.  Can’t decide if I’m a fan or not.  It makes pics look so other-wordly.  I think I like things more pure and simple.  But fun to use once in awhile.  Thoughts?

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Sepia in iDarkRoom | Lord Kevin filter in Instagram

Haven’t been a fan of the Lord Kevin filter, but for some reason I felt it worked on this photo of my niece and I love it!  Maybe it worked because of the simplicity of the photo – there’s not a lot going on.  I love Gianna’s soft expression and glowy eyes here.

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This is by far my newest discovery and favorite mix of techniques.  Makes almost any photo look good!

Here are some more…

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Okay, really, does he not resemble the sunshine?  Love the life in Enzo’s face captured here.

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So blessed by these three peeps in my life… Vincent, Enzo, and Gianna.

As always, please feel free to share links to your favorite photos in the comments :-)

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Horseback Riding Through the Wilderness of Our Hearts

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Yesterday my niece and I went horseback riding at a beautiful Regional Wilderness Park.  What is it about horses that all little girls dream of?  For me as a little girl, nothing could trump the idea of having a horse of my very own.  To this day, it is still a dream and goal of mine.  Maybe it’s because a horse represents freedom and flight and romance and whimsy.  I guess some things never change for girls.

As soon as Gianna stepped off her horse she said to me reverently, “I want to take horseback riding lessons.”  I smiled, remembering the out of reach longing as a child.  A wish.  A hope.  A deep, inner knowing that it probably wouldn’t happen.  It can be a very expensive hobby/love/passion.

We both got to ride the horses that we decided we wanted to while we gazed at them in their corral.  I love how much I connected with my horse – who had such a peaceful demeanor.  I wanted to take the saddle and my shoes off, ride away from the trail, and run fast and furious with her through the wilderness.  Someday.  Gianna may not be able to put it into those words yet, but I know she felt it, too.  She’s a kindred soul.

After the riding we meandered through various parts of the wilderness to find photo opportunities.  Back and forth the camera went between us for forty minutes… shooting trees, raging rivers, birds, and each other.  She stopped me in my tracks when she gasped with delight, “Ana, can I have the camera?!” and ran to the port-o-potty recently in sight.  Giggling with delight she snapped photos of the ugly potty, inside and out.  She is nine.  And she has a wonderfully silly sense of humor.

I love her with all my heart and just want to protect and help strengthen her fragility.  I see so much of me in her – as I was as a little girl.  She’s a deep feeler, a deep thinker, and a creative spirit.  I’d love to clear up the confusing thoughts and emotions that seem to happen outside of our control when we are wee babes.  I know she experiences it, I can see the struggle in her soul.  But we cannot transfer our experiences onto others, most things we must come to realize on our own.  And we do, in time.

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