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Thursday, November 27, 2014


This was a sketch that I made while I was at my parents' home on a weekend visit from college.  The Siamese kitten, named Chen, was about 6 months old.  He was resting on my bed and I did some impromptu sketches on a page of a sketchbook that I kept close to me.  I have always loved cats and have never been without the company of one or more.  Cats are more aloof and independent than dogs, but I feel a kinship with them.  Each one has a different personality, and when one has bonded with a human, that cat is an excellent companion.  I have often stated the one doesn't adopt a cat as that the cat adopts its human.  My cats can sense my moods, and even the ones that are not as close to me as others, react in an empathetic manner.  My husband would joke that when I was in bed sick, that he could gauge the seriousness of my illness according to how many cats were on my bed.  At the moment, I have three cats.  Back to my art work:  In my sewing / art studio, I have photos of my husband, children and grandchildren; however, there are multiple displays of my cats, some of which are deceased.  The sketch shown above is hanging in my house.  The photo is a bit askew as that I took the shot in a hurry under not so perfect light conditions.  I am bringing my sketch books out, and hope to fill them with drawings.  When I am not doing something creative, I am not a happy person.  Art is my therapy: It calms my soul and makes it sing!

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Pull of the Moon

Last evening, I opened the hardback copy of The Pull of the Moon by Elizabeth Berg. The novel begins with: "Dear Martin, I know you think that I keep the green rock by my bed because I like its color. And I do like its color. But the reason I keep it by my bed is that oftentimes I wake up frightened, and it comforts me to hold it then I squeeze it. ... The rock seems to act as a conduit, drawing out of me whatever it is that is making my heart race, whatever is making me feel as though my own soul is one step ahead of me, saying don't come."

I stop reading and look at the worry stone (pictured above as it lies on top of the book cover) that I purchased during a short getaway in the mountains two years ago. It is smooth with an indentation that is perfect for me to rub my thumb as I hold it. The stone is kept by my bed. I pick it up whenever something bothers me and feel its smooth, polished surface as I ponder and often pray over whatever is on my mind. I hold it until it is no longer cool and is as warm as my fingers. By the time the stone becomes warm, I have become calmer.

I continue reading: ..."Beside me I have a turquoise journal, tooled leather, ...." I stop reading and stare at my turquoise journal, next to me on the reading table in my bedroom, with a simulated leather cover, as a sense of uncanniness falls upon me. I pick up my worry stone, and rub it as I contemplate the reason that I chose to read this book.

Yesterday morning, I visited a friend and saw the book on her kitchen counter.  I was drawn to it, picked it up and read the back cover:  "The Pull of the Moon" should be read by anyone who has ever (even for the slightest second) threatened to run away from home. ... It leaves the reader observing life with great hope and satisfaction."  I chuckled and quipped, "I should read this one!"  My friend told me that she was finished with it, and to take it to read.  

The cover to my journal reads, 
"Keep Calm and Pray On (Philippians 4)."

Friday, November 14, 2014

A November Sunset in the South

Main Street, Kingstree, SC
Last Monday, at approximately 5:30 p.m., as Gene and I drove eastward on Main Street on our way home, I was struck with awe at the brilliant sunset.  As you can note, the light turned green, and I took a quick shot with my iPhone.  I  must remember to carry my digital camera with me more often, especially during this time of the year.  

The leaves are brilliant here as I write, but the sky is overcast and early morning or late afternoon light is needed to catch the leaves sparkling as jewels on the trees and other plants.  The silhouetted trees are some of the oaks that are so abundant here.

I do so love this time of the year, and feel so fortunate to have been born, raised and still living in the south!  

Today's weather is the type that keeps me inside and work in my sewing / art studio.  Speaking of which, I need to get back to what I was doing.  

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