Donna, et al,
I must agree with your signature and it's message. I too believe the real miracle is waking up each morning here on this beautiful earth. I said that one day in front of a group of ladies and one of them ask me what I was smoking. She said she couldn't wait to get to the next life because this one was so rotten, the world is so rotten and people are so rotten. I replied that I did not know how I was going to be able to stand the next life if it was going to be so much better than this one because to me this one is so miraculous it throws me for a loop every time I take a breath. She just shook her head as if to say I am nuts. Who knows. Maybe I am but if that's nuts I'll take it over such a sour attitude any day. I am keeping her in my prayers. Someplace, deep inside, she is wounded and needs healing.
I like the lists of monthly topics for Creative Sparks. They can be interpreted in so many ways. I am very tentative in my visual expression. I am more at ease expressing myself with words. From my earliest days I can remember comments about my supposed inability to conform to the norm in artistic endeavors. I made black tree trunks on my trees in 2nd grade and my teacher scolded me and gave me poor marks in art because, as she said, everyone knows trees all have brown bark. I argued with her but that just made things worse so when I went home I broke a chunk of bark off one of our live oak trees. Their bark is very dark charcoal gray, almost black. I took it to school the next day and I really got in trouble for trying to draw attention to myself and by not conforming to the class norm. Over the years I heard variations of the same theme. I didn't have the patience to sit and tear colored paper into tiny little pieces to make pictures nor, when I was much smaller, did I have the patience to always color inside the lines. In fact I found coloring books somewhat boring. I much preferred finger painting, fantasy art with crayons and black paint and nature arrangements. However, those were not on the approved teaching plans so...
I wander too far afield. Needless to say, as an adult, I am not too sure of myself and my abilities. Guess I will have to muster my courage and shut off the old tape recorder and tapes. It's time to build a bridge and get over it.
Peace, Luv and Froot Loops, Sojourner (Diana L.)[
"God didn't say we could have roses. He just didn't promise they wouldn't have thorns." (c) Diana L. Lambson 1996
Peace, Luv and Froot Loops.