Posts made in April, 2017

Green is my favorite color. So is blue. And autumn!

Posted by on Apr 26, 2017 in mixed media, outside, spring, watercolor | 0 comments

When I was getting together this week’s Wednesdays Are For Watercolor (sign up here!), these were on my desk. I love having lots of goodies to look at.

Yay green!

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Be astonished

Posted by on Apr 22, 2017 in art journal, watercolor | 0 comments

Simple instructions for life.

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My favorite part

Posted by on Apr 16, 2017 in outside, spring | 0 comments

Easter was last weekend, and it had lots of good parts. Sitting down a family-favorite meal: white beans, cole slaw, skillet potatoes, and cornbread on Friday night. Easter egg hunt on Saturday morning. Lunch on the porch at Sal & Mookie’s – warm sunshine and delicious food, followed by a visit to the Natural Science Museum. Easter service at my parent’s church, my mom playing the piano. Easter dinner, and all the talking and visiting in between.

Probably my favorite part was Saturday afternoon after we got home from the museum and running errands. We sat on the porch and visited while Jeffrey and Lan tended the grill.  It was twilight, the gloaming, such a pretty, gentle part of the day as it slides into evening.

I’d love to have more of this – outdoors, easy talk, and enjoying one another. They’re my favorite.

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What’s on your vision/inspiration board?

Posted by on Apr 13, 2017 in mixed media, spring, vision board ~ inspiration board | 0 comments

When I was little, I went with a babysitter to her house. I don’t remember anything about it except for the bulletin board in her bedroom. It was thick with ticket stubs, programs from plays, spirit ribbons, and dried corsages. It was the most wondrous thing I’d ever seen and I wanted one, too.

I’ve had a bulletin board in my room ever since. These days my bulletin board is less about saving ephemera (I definitely keep those things, just in a book) and more about being a vision/inspiration board. It has seasonal art and quotes (lots from this calendar – this is the second year I’ve gotten one and I love it) and a photo or two.

When I’m at my desk, I spend a fair amount of time staring into space, meaning my eyes land on that vision/inspiration board a lot.

I put the things I like on it and don’t think too hard about it. When I realize I’m not getting much “juice” from looking at it, that’s when I know it’s time to rearrange and/or put up different stuff.

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What love looks like

Posted by on Apr 12, 2017 in Uncategorized | 8 comments

This is what love looks like. A church fellowship hall with its arms opened wide to greet us and comfort us.

My grandparents lived in Shelby, Mississippi for years. They raised four children there. For most of my life, it’s where we went for Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. We played hide and seek outside, and spades, spoons, and Trivial Pursuit inside. We played tennis baseball in the backyard in the summer and football at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

My grandmother moved from there 15 years ago or more. We haven’t celebrated a holiday there in so long.

And yet. When my grandmother passed away week before last, Shelby friends from way back went into motion. They opened the doors to a fellowship hall for the family gather before the funeral and after. An Army Navy lace cloth covered the table. There were cookie trays, a burnt orange percolator of coffee, homemade fudge, sliced bundt cake, and homemade pimiento cheese.

The familiarity of coming home to Shelby, to be among family friends felt right. The names, the faces, the voices, the cadence of stories and memories – it was all the same, just as my eight-year-old self remembered.

My cousins and I played in the den next to the kitchen and heard those voices telling stories and laughing – so much laughing. We heard cards shuffled for another hand of bridge, coffee cups set on the table. The talking and the camaraderie I heard late into the night as we fell asleep on quilt pallets in the den floor next to the kitchen — that’s what I remember.

We were back in Shelby to lay my grandmother to rest. It was a beautiful spring Delta day and those familiar voices from childhood, the same stories, the same hugs — it was like being in that world again. She would have been pleased to no end.

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