My Golden Comet

So when you see a photo of a baby chick and know nothing about it’s breed that doesn’t keep me from falling in love. This cute chick looks like she’s making her first adventure out of the henhouse. I remember my first time adventuring out on my own for the first time. I was 18.

It’s a right of passage to leave the family home and go out into the world not knowing if you have enough money, furniture or smarts to make it on your own. I had furniture but food mainly consisted of frozen peas cooked with a lot of butter. (I still love that.)

I managed money poorly and trusted others who I should not have trusted. I stumbled and got back up. I make dumb decisions that I learned from. My lack of understanding the adult world never physically harmed me or others. I am so thankful for that simple fact.

This baby chick doesn’t know where danger lurks and it will take a little luck and the other hens to keep her safe. I love her looks of determination. She’s going to be just fine.

Special thanks to “littlefarminthewoods” on Instagram for giving me permission to paint from their photo.

Stepping Out

9”x20”x2.5” acrylic canvas – $100 plus real cost of shipping

My One Lone Duck

It hasn’t been easy to paint so painting has been at a slower process then usual. That’s ok. I watch the news and then I feel so drained. I’ve decided for my own mental health I need to regulate how much news I watch each day. Each day I also search for joy.

I have decided to call someone to let them know I am thinking of them. Society seem to often communicate by texting then by talking. We need to not just rely so much on texting. It is not enough to help find joy. Do when I call and visit with a friend or with a family member I love hearing about their life, their families and how they are spending their day. We all have a story to tell.

This week my granddaughter stopped at the house and tapped on the patio door. So good to see her. We shared a few words and said “I love you’s”. It was a moment of joy.

I have actually been listening to several different podcasts and so many talk about joy. I am lucky I have my husband with me but not everyone has someone to be with during this period of isolation. So think of them and pick up the phone. No one is ok being alone all of the time.

Find joy for yourself and help others find their joy during this most challenging and difficult time.

Poverty

My uncle use to say “I’ve been broke but never poor”. He died last year and I miss his stories and his wisdom. He was a wealthy man in many ways.

There are many people in this world who are struggling just to make it through a day. They are poor. My mom use to tell me how hard the Depression was. Always wondering about the next meal or how to keep the family together. Everyone worked; everyone contributed if they could. Days were long.

So I look around me and feel blessed for all I have. I’ve heard it said “history repeats itself if we fail to learn life’s lessons”. Are we repeating history now? Is there a lesson we failed to learn? The news today makes me physically ill. It is full of hate and laced with sarcasm. How did we get here?

I’ve started painting pictures of how hard life was back in the 30’s and 40’s. Kids worked and they learned to do without. Even today we know that kids are going to bed hungry, are being sexually assaulted and abused or assuming responsibilities that only adults should have.

I want us to remember how our decisions effect our children. How our words and actions effect our children. We as adults are responsible for our children and their future. I want to remember the past so I can do better with the future.

Doing Chores