January 30, 2016

Back Home in San Miguel

Hello my Lovelies.  I haven't been posting much.  Mostly 'in transit' or waiting to be 'in transit'.

At the moment I'm back in Mexico, where the sun is shining and the sangria is always on.  Preparing for a move to Canada ... but first ... let's get our priorities right and have a Soiree.  Since I moved here in 2000, I have had a Soiree in the garden every year ... usually around Christmas.  This year, it will be a "Farewell" Soiree ... however I absolutely knew there must be one more .... to remember.

As the airport shuttle pulled up in front of my home and I disembarked, the gates opened, and much to my surprise, my housekeeper and gardener were waiting with big hugs.  I cried.  It felt so exquisitely wonderful to be back ... however, I do know the next phase of my life in Canada will be just as wonderful .. in a very different way.

So, today, while Reyes cleaned the yard, trimmed the flowers and filled the fountain, Kathleen and I went shopping.  Well!  What do you expect! :o)

Yesterday,  I stopped at one of my favorite haunts for a bite of breakfast and ran into two very dear friends.  We enjoyed laughing and taking over a wonderful meal.  So great to see them

Monday afternoon is the Soiree -- I will take photos.  Looking forward to seeing all the dear ones who have changed me forever.

For now, Adios Amiga's.  I'll post again after the Soiree.

In the meantime, hope all is well with each of you.  Thank you for stopping by and remember ... enjoy the moment.

“Home is where you go to find solace from the ever changing chaos, to find love within the confines of a heartless world, and to be reminded that no matter how far you wander, there will always be something waiting when you return.”
~ Kendal Rob

January 26, 2016

January 18, 2016

Light Your Own Path ..

Greetings my lovelies.  What wonderful events are taking place in your life today? 

It's been gray and rainy here on the west coast.  Spent a fun day yesterday accompanying Ray on the business of buying.  I ended up with a couple of very useful items for the house.  Had a lovely breakfast out, in between stops, and watched the beautiful ocean as we drove ... noticing it seemed to be the same colour are the sky.  I have always thought we must light our own paths. Not always an easy thing to do.  Here, in the winter, it is especially important to keep spirits up.  I am linking my journal page to Art Journal Journey.

Some photos from our adventures yesterday.

New technology installed allows Ray to drink coffee and drive with his eyes closed.  ha ha

 through the window as we drive ...

 A lovely bench, badly in need of cleaning, for my garden.

Collapsed after unloading the heavy little sucker.  :o)

 And ... a very useful cart on wheels - now I can organize my gifts.

"Light Your Own Path" ... 

Thanks for dropping by.  Enjoy the moment.

“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”
~ Dalai Lama XIV

January 16, 2016

Sweet Friends

Ah, my lovelies.  Hope all is well with you, and you're enjoying a wild or relaxing weekend .... whichever suits you.  :o)

I have to say it yet again.  I have met some very dear people through my years of blogging.  Valerie is one of them ... yes, the Valerie that many of you know.  Yet another care package has arrived, beautifully decorated and filled with amazing gifts.  Have a peek ....

What fun to receive a parcel decorated like this!  So beautiful, I had to stare at it for awhile.

 Filled to the brim with stamps, stencils, inks ...

 fun embellishments ...

And a piece of art I will always covet.  A signed print of the wailing wall in Jerusalem.  I longed to go to Israel during my young an foolish years, when I was in Europe.  It was on my agenda to work on a kibbutz.  Unfortunately, my timing was not good .. the seven day war broke out, a friend of mine was blown up by a land mine while driving a tractor ... so it was not to be.  I, in all likelihood would have been fine.  I just got cold feet.  I will treasure this piece, Valerie.  xo

AND .. a beautiful large hand made tag .. magpie wearing a crown (she knows I like those, lol), with a real feather attached.

How lovely you are, dear Valerie.  Thanking you from the bottom of my heart.

It's pouring rain here.  Unlike Elvis, I'm not leaving the building.  Hope you are having some fun today creating.  Enjoy the moment.

“There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.”
~ John Holmes

January 15, 2016

Winter in Scotland

My Lovelies ... you have brought your magical selves to have a peek and see what's going on today.  Welcome.

In the late 1980's I spent a winter on the west coast of Scotland.  Beautiful towns along that coast - from Dundee, Carnoustie, Arbroath up to Aberdeen.  At some point I was privileged to spend time at Loch Tay and surrounding areas.  A stunning estate, overlooking the lake, where we stayed at the old dowager house, enjoying the opulence and comfort of the beautiful surroundings.  If you have read some of my other blog posts you will know I also lived in London when I was young and foolish   Glasgow was my home  for awhile and so I pretty much saw and fell in love with Scotland and her people. Sometimes, even now, I get homesick for the UK ... it was a huge part of my life. 
I have always found bridges fascinating, and the old curved stone bridges of the UK ... well I fell in love.  This particular painting is a wintery scene from the Loch Tay area, full of mist and mystery, painted in the soft colours I used to love so much.  Mexico changed all that. 

A copy of the painting I am showing you today has become a journal page.  I am linking to Art Journal Journey, and Paint Party Friday.

"The Mists of Scotland" oil on canvas, Donna Parker

Thanks so much for dropping by.  I love reading your comments.  Enjoy the moment.

“She felt something missing in her soul. It wasn't until she landed in Edinburgh that she realized that missing piece was the wild, mystical land.”
~ Donna Grant, Hot Blooded

January 13, 2016

A lovely Surprise ...

Hello again my lovelies.  I have news.

I have often mentioned how fortunate I have been starting this blog as I have met some absolutely wonderful individuals.  Sandy being one of them.  We just connected .. and even though we may never meet, she is my sister.

Today, I received another parcel in the mail ... this time from Sandy.  Again, I am amazed at the friends I have made and the generosity of people in this old world.  I was so excited.  I opened the parcel to find the following, which I will show you in a minute.  I was so excited to try my new toys I made a quick sketch in my journal and am linking it to Art Journal Journey.

First let me show you the goodies ... both of which I have never tried before .. so it will be great fun

Thanks so much, Sandy, Dear Lady.  It was fun experimenting.  I LOVE the book ... have not seen one like that before.  FYI ... it's full of painting boards ... thick and sturdy and beautiful.

Wonderful of you to drop by.  Enjoy the moment.

“For so many centuries, the exchange of gifts has held us together. It has made it possible to bridge the abyss where language struggles.”
~ Bary Lopez, About This Life

January 11, 2016

Wishful Thinking

My lovelies!  It's raining cats and dogs here.  Pelting down!  I hope you are enjoying your winter weather.

Quick journal page today.  About 'Wishful Thinking'.  I can almost feel the colour of Mexico slipping away from me, which actually terrifies me.  I really don't want to go back to the soft grey/blue/green colours of the West Coast, no matter how beautiful they are, and indeed they are.  I found my voice in Mexico ... the real me when it comes to creating.  I simply don't want it to slip through my fingers and my paint brush.  Thinking of ways to keep it vibrant.  Linking this to Art Journal Journey.

Thanks so much for dropping by.  You are appreciated.  Enjoy the moment.

“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.”
~ Martha Graham

"The Red Mitt Gang"

Another beautiful day in the neighbourhood, my Lovelies.  Do hope you had a smashing weekend.
A quick post today.  I've been caught up with renos on the house this weekend.  Didn't have much time to think about blogging.
Some of you have expressed an interest in the story of and the series "The Red Mitt Gang".  Thought I would show you one more piece.  I'm linking to Art Journal Journey.  This is the last in the series of nuns in their 'black and white' habits.  After that I became interested in the medieval attire, when burlap was worn and did a couple using that theme.  These pieces are all part of my art journals still in Mexico.  So for today, I will share another large painting simply called "The Red Mitt Gang".
Thanks so much for dropping by, my Pretty's.  Take care and enjoy the moment.

In Skating over thin ice, our safety is in our speed.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

January 9, 2016

Very Special Friends and a Journal Page

My Lovelies!  How are you today.  Tell me everything .. even your little secrets, and let's get to know each other.  Wouldn't it be fun.  We shall meet in some exotic place upon this earth, and drink copious amounts of champagne while discussing our stories.  What fun.

I'm covering two topics in this post.  There is a journal page at the end so I am linking to Art Journal Journey.

Edye and I met through Toller a couple of years ago.  Instantly, as one can be sprinkled with fairy dust, Edye and I knew we have known each other at least forever.  

My blog comment saying I did not have creative supplies, thew many of my friends into instant action.  Edye was one of them.  "What do you need?  What haven't you got?  What is missing?  I'm taking some things to the goodwill and if you can use anything I will send it."  WELL ... send it she did.  I have been ooooogling and sorting every since.  Allow me to share what my dear friend has sent me.

You can imagine my excitement.  The Waterhouse, Maxfield Parrish, as well as Japanese haikus and prints, absolutely thrilled me.  My taste exactly.  The Indian Goddess above is most interesting.  She's an original, painted on paper.  I'd like to do some research to find out who she is.  THEN ... there is the jewelry .. oh! the lure of the pieces, some from Bali, and the inspiration rolling around in my noggin.  I'm simply floating at least two feet off the ground.

So, my Dear Edye ... Muchos gracias mi Amiga.  Hope we will connect at some point this year. 
And now for my journal page.  My word for the year was drawn out of a hat.  It could not be any more appropriate if I had pondered it for months.  CHANGE.  Yup.  Huge changes this year.  Change is one of the constants in life.  Out of our control.  I've decided to embrace it ... much better vibration!
Once again, let me say how much I appreciate your coming to have a boo and leaving a comment.  Enjoy each moment.
“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one woman says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
~ C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

January 8, 2016

Mother Superior Goes Skiing ...

Good Day my Lovelies.  Welcome to my musings.

Sharing "Fallen Sister" with you yesterday has propelled me to share more of the series - at least a couple more, of "The Red Mitt Gang".  

For those of you to which this makes no sense at all, please refer to yesterday's post where I explain how this series of "The Red Mitt Gang" began and how much fun it was to do it.  I have used a copy of this painting in my art journal which is still in my home in Mexico.  While Mother Superior careens down the hill on her red ski's, the nuns are skate/dancing to wild music on the rink below.  She looks quite pleased. Linking to Art Journal Journey.

This was a large painting .. perhaps 52" X 40" .. oil on canvas.  Sold

Thanks so much for dropping by.  I'm loving your comments.  Hope you are having a lovely Saturday.  It's a gray day here on the west coast, however I think it's going to stay dry.  Do something you love today and enjoy the moment.
"I sometimes think I was born to live up to my name.  How could I be anything else but what I am having been named Madonna?  I would either have ended up a nun or this!"
~Madonna Ciccone


January 7, 2016

Winter with the Nuns ...

Another brand new day, my Lovelies.  Hope it was or is a good one for you all.

When I was about ten years old, I spent many months in the hospital.  It was a catholic hospital, and not being catholic myself, I was absolutely mezmerized by the nurses in white flowing gowns, long to the floor, floating in and out of my room.  Fall turned to winter, and as I grew stronger I was able to get out of bed.  Looking out my window one night, I discovered the nuns had a skating rink, complete with lights and music.  I was glued.  My head propped in my hands, my elbows on the window sill, I could sit and observe for as long as they skated.  It was the first time I realized nuns could have real fun.  Beautiful music blared from loud speakers while they careened around the rink, playing whip lash, dancing, helping others to learn how to skate, falling, laughing, and singing along with the music.  When I couldn't see their skates, I would imagine they were somehow magically floating on air.

One day, while painting with Toller, I was telling him about my experience.  "You have to paint that, Donna!  You have to!".  And so, came to the canvas my 'Red Mitt Gang" series. The one I share with you today is called "Fallen Sister", oil on canvas, 48" X 36" without the frame, by Donna Parker.  I am linking to Art Journal Journey, and Paint Party Friday.   I've printed most of my paintings and installed them somewhere in my art journals ... so I think this is 'legal'.  If you aren't already involved, why not put a piece on one of these sites.  It's fun and I'd love to see your work.

Sold.  Now at home in Texas
Thanks for dropping by, I really appreciate it.  Loved your story about the Caymans, Sandy.  Nancy, I was wondering if they took you to Rum point?

That's all for today from the foggy West Coast of Canada.  One of the only things we cannot save is time ... so enjoy the moment.  They are fleeting.

“As if on cue, Fiona appeared in another of the ballroom's multiple doorways. 'Beatrice! Oliver! How many times have I told you no skating in the house? I just had these floors refinished.'
'So that's why it's extra slippery today,' mused Oliver. 'Cool.”
~ Jennifer Sturman, And Then Everything Unraveled

January 6, 2016

Cayman Islands Winter Wonderland

Greetings my Lovelies.  I'm getting to know some new friends who visit ... how lovely.

In 1992 I was privileged to spend a year on Grand Cayman.  Winter Wonderland indeed!  Of course not a drop of snow, the sea as blue as I have ever seen, and sand so white, when a sandman is built, it vaguely reminds you that snow does exist somewhere on the planet.  They may not have snow at Christmas, however the people of the Cayman Islands certainly know how to celebrate.  It was another very magical time in my life.  The Cayman Islands are still a British Overseas Territory, complete with a Governor.  At the time the Governor's wife took an energetic ride on her white horse, up and down Seven Mile Beach each morning.  It is said the biggest decision the people ever had to make on Cayman Brac (the smallest of the three Islands) was whether or not to wear shoes for an official visit by the Governor.  I like those kinds of big decisions.

The Islands have an interesting a settlement history.  From a Pirate hiding place, to the Irish, to those fleeing the Spanish Inquisition, to Slaves. Many of the little cottages on the Island were built as slave quarters and have since then been restored into gorgeous retreats.  In 2004, Hurricane Ivan made a direct hit, which caused tremendous damage although I believe only two lives were lost.  I know it put a very large insurance company into bankruptcy.  As most of you will know, the Caymans' are a tax free haven and famous for their banking industry.  Once blessed with a huge sea turtle population, they are now almost extinct.  In an attempt to restore the population there is a huge turtle farm where eggs are hatched, grown and returned to the sea.  I was able to hold a sea turtle ... thrill.  Some of the best BBQ ribs I've ever had ... Rum Point.

I fell in love with the small cottages and have attempted to reproduce one in a quick sketch.  They are traditionally painted in pastel colours.  I am linking to Art Journal Journey.

A very unsuccessful attempt to show you the beauty of the cottages.

Thanks so much for dropping by.  It's exiting to read your comments.  Enjoy the moment.

"Medicine Heals the Body, the Ocean Heals the Soul"

January 5, 2016

Get Out of Town

It snowed here today, my Lovelies!  The nerve!  .... don't you agree?  Great to see you having a peek at my musings.
Today I did a little collage.  All images from a free magazine at the grocery store. 

"West Coast Winter Warning"
I'm such a fan of Cole Porter I used a line of his lyrics ... "Get out of town, before it's too late, my love."  Linking to Art Journal Journey.
Thanks for dropping by.  Hope you enjoy each and every moment.
“There is an instinctive withdrawal for the sake of preservation, a closure that assumes the order of completion. Winter is a season unto itself.”
~ Haruki Murakami