What Have I Been Doing

Butterflies are Everywhere

Found these butterfly photos and decided to paint them. Not sure what was harder the butterfly or the background. Whenever I sit and start to paint it makes me lean in and look closer; makes me slow down and see the details. I appreciate the colors and the delicacy of the butterflies wings. A true work of God. Don’t you agree?

Sometimes it’s a struggle to find beauty and kindness in the world. During the pandemic true friends and loving family members that cared rose to the top. Phone calls and zooms meant so much. They could be brief or long; sad or silly. It didn’t really matter what we talked about. What mattered was that we reached out and someone else reached back.

What I’ve learned this past 15 months is to let some people go. I don’t hold any animosity or regrets. I now have more of a desire to spend my time with people who have made time for me. No more feeling like I have to, but doing more because I want to.

The crazy thing is that the people I haven’t heard from or rarely heard from will not even notice my silence. I didn’t stop loving or wishing them a good day or a good week. I am merely “matching” their effort for connection without any guilt on my part. I have had to ask myself am I the only one who seems to care? Do they wait to hear my response to “how are you”? Am I an obligation phone call? Covid made everything slow down. Made me do more self reflection. We all know our days are numbered. I don’t know how long my body will continue to work with me. I don’t know when my body will one day just stop working. That unknown makes me pause. I would rather look at beauty then think about pain and disappointment. Maybe this is what happens as we get older. We are less inclined to put up with the nonsense from others. We are more determined to live by our own valves, or maybe it is just me that is more determined.

So here’s to the butterflies quietly flying around us unaware of their own beauty. Sit back and enjoy the wonder.

Mother Nature’s Beauty
8”x10” acrylic
“A Day in the Garden”
8”x10” acrylic
“Two Friends Dining”
8”x10” acrylic
“Beautiful Alone”
8”x10” acrylic


The Wisdom of Children

I love talking with my granddaughter’s. Yesterday we were talking about gross food we have eaten and gross food we would never eat like frog legs, fish heads and cow feet. This morphed into discussing the mounting of dead animal heads onto a wall. When they died their animal spirit is still stuck to this wall grandma!!!!

So she then wanted to tell me a story about a store she stopped at while on spring break. She said this store was selling the tip of a fox’s tail. Not the entire tail just the end. It was very soft. She was going to buy it, but when she grabbed it she felt something hard. It was toe nails. “Grandma” she said, “it wasn’t a fox tail it was a bunny’s foot. There were like 20 bunny feet on a chain in that store!! All those bunnies died because someone wanted their foot!!!!!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that a rabbit’s foot is suppose to bring you luck. It sure doesn’t give the bunny luck now did it.

So in memory of all the bunnies who lost their feet this chart explains where it’s ok to pet a bunny. Note: nothing here says it’s ok to cut their little feet off.

For the love of bunny.

Farewells

Saying goodbye to someone you love is one of the hardest things we have to do. “Death is part of life” or “God doesn’t give us more then we can handle”. It’s what people say. It may not be very comforting but we struggle with finding the right words.

Sometimes we show we care with a unique piece of art. Art created from a photo. The photo taken on one of the best days of their life. A photo that brings the gift recipient to tears. This painted box will be given to Pete’s wife. Pete died this year and has created a huge void.

I read once that we all die twice. The first death is when we leave our physical bodies. The next death is when there is no one left who remembers your name. I guess that’s why people want roads and buildings named after them. We are afraid to be forgotten.

I don’t need to be remembered forever. I’m guessing Pete didn’t want that either. Pete’s wife and family loved him deeply and his loss will be forever felt. It is who we love and how we treat those we care about that really matters.

I hope that I make a positive difference in at least one person’s life. I can think of a whole lot of people that have made me a stronger and better person. If you want to know how you’ve made my life better? I will gladly tell you.

“Houston“ acrylic wooden box