New Thought's

I liked to draw when I was younger.

I knew I wasn't great. But I thought I was ok. Someone I respected told me I wasn't and I was young enough I believed that.

But I can take a pretty darn good picture with my bag o camera's. I can do hand work and keep my hands employed most times.

Recently I decided it was time to challenge some of the old memories that I play in my head. I have taken some time to pick up a pencil to doodle...I tried my hand at water color...it wasn't good. I'll leave that to Tiny Dancer. Then a friend of mine brought a canvas over and said "lets paint!". I wasn't sure what to paint...but I gave it a shot.

Her encouragement boosted my self esteem a little...enough that a determined little seed was planted in my head. 

Smack Dab in the middle of the old thought that had taken up residence so long ago. Burrowing in like a tick infestation, deep into my belief system...and I dared to...talk my daughter into trying with me.

She is amazing!!

I am...happy with my efforts. Enough that I'm still going :) With the goal of finishing this week end...fur sur!



Then I shall add, "Art-teast extraordinare" to my calling card.

For true success ask yourself these four questions: Why? Why not? Why not me? Why not now?
                      James Allen "As A Man Thinketh"

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.       James Allen "As A Man Thinketh"


"Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built."
                                       -- James Allen, Author of "As a Man Thinketh"

February Snows

     The skies sure seem to be a more beautiful shade of blue when contrasted with the brilliant white of snow. But then the snows begin to melt, the skies begin to beckon, warming you to venture out your door to grab a rake, daring to encourage your grass to wake up...only to find the next morning bringing you a fresh cover of powder.

It's ok.
February snows melt off fast.
     A few more day's of warm sunshine through the South window's and you begin anew to dream Summer dreams...
     Then one night, February plays a trick on you. It shows you that the February Snows are not to be mocked and so it begins...flakes as large as tea saucers, fluffy as goose down from a broken pillow, begin floating gently from above. Converging to create drifts that cover the lane and you find yourself, snowed in, once again.
     It seems that every snow season ends with a few really good snow storms after all.
    
Bringing out the children who love to play in the last snows almost as much as the first.

      Adults stand looking out at the building depths vowing not to go out to work snow removal duty. Because everybody knows... February Snows melt off fast.
     This last storm was a doozy, it blew in sideways on a stiff wind, sticking to the South side of everything!
     By the next morning it was painfully obvious that it would be around for a while. As flakes of various sizes continued in equally various tempo's to waft through the February skies, one man stood firm in his resolve to let It melt off. One man was able to try out his end of season purchase of a big red snow blower. (You can tell the new ones because they do almost all the way around the block the first few times).
     With these last storms the winds pick up, noses turn red from the chill just running to the mail box, going out is dreaded. At night those same dancing winds moans around corners, tipping the last of the snow laden trees as jack Frost flits around the windows of houses and cars, painting his crystals as thickly as he can...
     Sitting on the heater with a blanket and a book I keep telling myself with a chuckle, February Snows melt off fast...
     One man confesses that maybe he should have removed snow this one last time, then corrects himself quickly and resolutely... February Snows should melt off, and this one will, sometime.