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Saturday, April 30, 2016
Keys photo
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Keys photo
via Instagram
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Keys photo
via Instagram
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Keys photo
via Instagram
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Keys photo
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Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Keys photo
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Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Monday, April 11, 2016
Trailing Clouds of Glory
Isaiah has an off button.
Snuggle him close and he turns off, fast asleep.
Laura Swift (her website is here) and I had fun imagining up these photos.
When I popped up to her house on a March day she just happened to have photos planned that go perfectly with one of my favorite poems;Recollections Of Early Childhood,
I couldn't wait to illustrate these beauties!
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! - William WordsworthWhat do babies dream of?Jesus said he wanted to be around children because they "were of the kingdom of God"
Little ones reminded him of heaven. They haven't fully forgotten thier citizenship.
They help me remember too.
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Keys photo
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Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
The Worn Spot and Being a Mother
Today I look at the bare ground worn away under the swing in my backyard
And my heart fills.
It might seem like an eyesore, dry ugly dirt, while the rest of the ground,
Brims with soft green grass and spring flowers of every color,
But this bare patch of earth makes my heart overwhelm with Thankfulness,
Because suddenly I remember my own childhood playground,
Where I placed my feet on the worn earth under my favorite swing,
Just before those feet would touch the sky.
Years later I hung this backyard swing from a high maple branch for my children,
So they could launch themselves from ugly bare earth into the blue sky
The ground is worn here because little feet push off into the air so often,
It wears away the grass and leaves hard, bare, packed earth,
So I am thankful for this bare spot on a perfect lawn.
And I think, this is the best part of being a mom;
Giving them a place to launch from earth into sky.
As I walk the path to the swing today I thank God on this blue sky day
And my heart fills.
It might seem like an eyesore, dry ugly dirt, while the rest of the ground,
Brims with soft green grass and spring flowers of every color,
But this bare patch of earth makes my heart overwhelm with Thankfulness,
Because suddenly I remember my own childhood playground,
Where I placed my feet on the worn earth under my favorite swing,
Just before those feet would touch the sky.
Years later I hung this backyard swing from a high maple branch for my children,
So they could launch themselves from ugly bare earth into the blue sky
The ground is worn here because little feet push off into the air so often,
It wears away the grass and leaves hard, bare, packed earth,
So I am thankful for this bare spot on a perfect lawn.
And I think, this is the best part of being a mom;
Giving them a place to launch from earth into sky.
As I walk the path to the swing today I thank God on this blue sky day
And that I thought to make the swing strong enough to hold me too.
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Keys photo
via Instagram
Welcome! I am an Artist, Author, Potter, and Queen-Mother of three. I am inspired by my home in the Southwest Virginia mountains, and by my children. This is where I keep my treasure trove of work. Thanks for letting me share it with you!
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