Sunday, February 12, 2006
Not in a plane or with wings.
I want to fly in a balloon.
I want to go up in a hot air balloon,
To look down and see the patchwork
of the world below.
From up there, all the petty squabbles
The world is a blend of texture and color
that works together.
I want to fly in a balloon.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
We headed the motorhome toward Shipwreck Beads. Boy, were we in trouble! After spending just a little money there (Yeah, right), we headed for the coast. We arrived back in Fresno at 5am and I got up at 6am to go to work. Don't think I accomplished much that day.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
A quiet brook rippling over rocks and pebbles,
It reflects the red and gold of the trees of autumn.
There is chill in the air,
A frosty coolness that seems to go deep into your bones.
The bright colors of fall seem to last so short a time;
A burst of celebration before the winter comes sneaking in.
Fat, soft flakes slowly drift down to rest on a pine bough.
Faster and faster they fall,
Until they cover the needles resting beneath the trees.
Through it all, the brook bubbles along
Until little frost fingers form at the edge of the stream.
Further and further they advance
Until the brook is quiet and cold.
This is a piece of bead embroidery I did as a demo for a class I teach. It is done on a heavyweight Pelon. In actual fact, it is the same as Lacey's Stiffstuff. I like to work on it because you can dye it to match or contrast with your beads. If the backround shows through, it doesn't matter as it isn't stark white. I do most of my embroidery with Fireline as it is strong, and even resists bugles and crystals.
My doll was inspired by all the people who sit around in Barnes and Noble bookstores reading. However, please note she is reading a Beading Magazine. The doll was actually beaded in Barnes and Noble and Borders bookstores. It was great fun and I met many wonderful people during the 60 hours I spent there.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
That repeats itself endlessly.
The wet sand is firm,
But my footprints soon disappear,
Fading into nothingness.
Down the shore, the sandpipers step quietly
Looking for food.
A wave comes in, frothy with white foam.
As it sneaks back into the ocean,
It leaves half buried bits of pearlized treasures.
A distant headland juts out into deep water,
As a soft breeze drifts through the cypress trees,
My soul rests.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
This particular doll, Mother Nature, reminded me of all the trips I've taken to Yosemite. The greens of that beautiful valley are represented here as well as Mother Nature's prolific abundance. Note the baby which stands for all the young animals produced in the wild.
I am an RN in Central California. I work with physically and mentally handicapped adults. I love my work because it enables me to write. I love doing that only second to beading and reading. I write the stories of my patients to get MediCal approval for them to be in our program.
I also enjoy writing short stories and poetry, so don't be surprised to see the occasional poem in here.
I call beading my sanity saver. It brings me a measure of peace I have never found with any other artistic expression. Sharing my work with others and receiving feedback from them is a joy for me.