March 29, 2016

A New Kind of Garden

Good day my Lovelies.  Hope you had a wonderful, restful, renewing, creative long weekend and thoroughly enjoyed yourselves.

Today I am showing you a double page from my art journal.  The quote is my own.  My 'new kind of garden' is reconnecting with the Universal Energy and growing my soul in ways I perhaps have not explored before.  I think the move has shaken my connection just a little ... so I am looking for ways to reconnect and grow a different kind of garden here, in this new place.  Linking to Add A Quote at TIOT

Thanks for stopping by.  So nice to read your comments.  Be well, and enjoy the moment.

“When we commune with the spirit within and ask for new ideas, they are always forthcoming."
~ Charles Filmore

March 27, 2016

Happy Easter ...

Hello my Lovelies.  Hope your long weekend is a great one.  Did the Easter Bunny come?

I seem to have contracted bronchitis (yuk) .. so no going out for dinner today.  However, on the bright side, I was very spoiled.  Received lovely bouquet of flowers from my niece and her husband, a basket full of goodies from my new neighbour and a lovely lily from Ray.  It's raining - so this has certainly brightened up a grey day.

Thanks so much for stopping by.  Enjoy the moment.

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...”
~Susan Polis Schutz

March 26, 2016

Progress .....

is being made, my Lovelies.  Soon I will have a shed.

Thanks for stopping by.  Hope you are having a great long weekend and enjoying each moment.

“The only principle that does not inhibit progress is: anything goes.”
~ Paul Karl Feyerabend

March 25, 2016

Will you?

Happy Easter my Lovelies.  This year seams to be flying by!!
Two of my favorite Easter Bunnies have fallen in love.  They meet under the light of the moon, both dressed to the nines.  He brings her a basket filled with lush, fresh carrots, and it about to ask ..... "Will you .......?"  I had fun with this piece and am linking to Paint Party Friday.
 "Will You ......?"  oil on canvas by Donna Parker
Thanks so much for stopping by.  Hope you all have a wonderful long weekend and enjoy each moment.
“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”
~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

March 24, 2016

Mother made us a Picnic ...

Good morning my Lovelies.  It's 12:45 am and I'm wide awake .... do any of you sleep through the night anymore?  With me, it seems a thing of the past.  :o)

Another story about when 'I was young'.  Sunday was definitely a day of rest.  We only did things that were fun .. absolutely no work allowed.  A typical Sunday might include a late breakfast, and/or going to church ... always dressed up in dresses and hats.  After church I could change my cloths into something less formal if I wished and we would be off in the country for a long drive and a picnic.  Mama would make coffee in the plaid set of thermos, bread (home made), butter (home made), fried chicken (home grown), kept hot by wrapping it in layers of newspaper, blankets and keeping it in the trunk.  There would be salad and a pie or cake for dessert.  We would wind our way through unfamiliar country road, while Papa would, from time to time, stop in someones yard for a quick chat.  I later found out these days were actually road inspections.  Papa inspecting his political realm and taking care of complaints and concerns regarding the roads in his constituency.  (hmmmm .... sounds a little like work to me ... but who knew! :o) 
When everything was taken care of, we would find a lovely spot in the woods, or near a stream, for a picnic. It was always a lovely, joyful, relaxed afternoon and I have many happy memories of our little family.  The painting I am sharing today is named "Mother made us a Picnic", and since we were always in the country near or in trees, I am linking it to Art Journal Journey.  Toller loved this painting and purchased it from me.  It hung in his dining room.  
  The Clydesdale in the painting represents my Grandfather who raised these beautiful animals, broke them, and sold them as teams to work in the fields.

Do hope you are enjoying your day.  Thanks so much for stopping by ... always love seeing you here.

"Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods."
Author: Georg Brandes

March 23, 2016

"The Guardian" ...

Good day my Lovelies.  Nice to see you.

When I was ten years old, I spent a very long time in the hospital.  It was a catholic hospital.  Not being catholic myself, and of course being a child, I was ever so fascinated by the nuns habits.  They seemed to literally float on air.  As winter came, I could look out my window in the evening and see them on the ice rink - skating to music - laughing, falling, learning and enjoying themselves very much.  My skating the skiing nuns became a series from that experience.

After that, I became very interested in the habits they wore during medieval times, when the material used was burlap.  Two paintings appeared from this research.  "The Guardian" is one of them.  I'm linking this to Art Journal Journey, where the theme is "If you go down to the woods."  It is evening.  The nun is on her way home through the woods, when the light goes out in her lantern.

"The Guardian"  oil on canvas

Can't wait to get my studio set up.  I am learning patience.  :o)

Thanks for stopping by.  Have a wonderful day and enjoy the moment.

“When you focus on the journey, you will be blessed with guardian angels to direct your path.”
~ Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!―

March 21, 2016

A 32 ft. Trailer holds a lot .....

... of stuff!  Hello my Lovelies.  Thanks for following along on this part of my journey.

My Hero, Ray, has some help today.  The shed is going up little by little -- I have never seen so many screws in a building!  It's pouring rain and very cold .... of course this doesn't stop him.  What can I say.  The shed is farther along than these photos, however I have to hunt down my camera battery charger - so this is all you get today.  :o)

Yesterday .. all the gravel down and leveled.

Today -- floor complete and sides going up with three million screws!

They are working on the side panels at the moment -- more pics later.

As you may or may not know, when I was in Mexico my kitchen cupboards were painted.  What a great surprise ...... except ....... they were the wrong colour.  Supposed to be turquoise.  Honestly, I tried to lived with it ... just couldn't.  So, currently I am taking my time and painting the fronts of the cupboards the colour I love.  The edges and insides of the doors are still purple, and I love it.


AH!  Much better for me.  The back splash will eventually be Mexican tile.

Hope you have had a marvelous day. Thanks for dropping by.  Enjoy the moment.  

“I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
~ Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters

March 19, 2016

Self Storage ...

My Lovelies!  Hope all is well today and you are happy.

Unpacking in a small space can be a challenge.  To help solve that dilemma, I rented a self storage unit and am using the studio as a staging area.  Bring a few boxes here, unpack them, get rid of the garbage, go back for more, etc.  It's working quite well, and I don't have to live in constant chaos.  

In the long run, however, my studio is not large enough to hold all my supplies.  Self storage over time is expensive.  The answer is to build a shed here close to the house.  Last night Ray removed the old shed (too small) and put down the initial layer of tarp and gravel.  It's a big job, actually, because a strong foundation has to be built first.  I simply sit on a bench and cheer him on, cook and feed him, while he does all the hard labour.  Feeling useless actually, however the chronic pain will not allow me to help.  It will be a little while before it's completed - then I can bring lots of boxes over here and eventually organize storage in totes etc. in the shed itself.  

Four loads of gravel all wheel barrowed to the back of the property.

 Time to pose with a smile ....

 Back to 'high speed'

 Dumping another load.

It will be a nice size and fun to organize.

That's it for today.  Progress is being made.  Thanks for dropping by.  Always appreciate your lovely comments.

“The reasonable woman adapts herself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to herself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable woman.”
~ George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

A Little More Kitchen Space ...

Hello my Lovelies.  It's cold here today ... spring is taking a break.  Is spring visiting you yet?

Story.  I wanted a very small kitchen island.  Unfortunately, the design of this old kitchen is very poor -- so much wasted space, badly positioned appliances and little counter to work on.  Ray found a little table he was going to modify.  I decided it was all tooooo much and ordered one on line.  It was delivered yesterday.  I had every intention of having a handy man assemble it.  Last night Ray came over to cut the lock off the shed to which there was no key.  I had made a huge pot of soup so he stayed for dinner.  Spied the box labeled kitchen cart!  Jumped up after dinner, said, "I'll put that together for you.", and he was off at full speed.  There is no stopping this man, even when I objected.

This thing has directions.  "Do you want to see a photo of it, I asked?"  "No, I like a challenge, thanks."

 "Well, I might have a crack at the directions."

"Yup - this seems to fit here ...."

"I'll just use a little trick my Dad taught me to make this door fit better."

Voila ... a new and very useful kitchen island/cart.  I can literally move it to another room when having guests for dinner and want to fully open up the table.  YEAH!

Also hung the drapes on the main window.  Starting to come together.

Thanks for stopping by.  Hope you are making yourself a wonderful day enjoying each moment.  

“Gracious acceptance is an art - an art which most never bother to cultivate. We think that we have to learn how to give, but we forget about accepting things, which can be much harder than giving.... Accepting another person's gift is allowing him to express his feelings for you.”
~ Alexander McCall Smith, Love Over Scotland

March 17, 2016

Once upon a time .....

... not so very long ago, I had a home in Mexico.  The memories are fresh and clear.  As I perused the land I had just purchased, my home built itself in my mind.  Piece by piece, the entire building came together quickly and perfectly.  My architect stood beside me.  "I'll have a couple of plans for you in a few days."  "No, I retorted.  I will have the design to you tomorrow."

And so it began.  The excitement, the exhilaration, the sheer pleasure of seeing "Quinta de la Luz" (House of the Light) appear from thoughts and dreams in my mind, to reality in front of my eyes.  I was warned the back third of the property, which dropped straight down about three feet could be an issue.  I envisioned a curved staircase leading to a lush sunken garden, complete with fountain to sooth my soul, and the beautiful bottle brush tree I had purchased an extra meter of land to acquire.  This tree was home to my beloved Mourning Doves for six years.  They mate for life.  Every year, much to my delight they returned to raise their families.  At night the fountain would light up as would the tree.  Plants, fruit trees and flowers would adorn and thrive.  Mosaic sun, moon and star would be laid in the brick to represent the Universe.  I could see it all.
There would be three outdoor terraces.  One covered with an overhead fan, for entertaining in the shade away from the heat of the day.  The choice to live in Mexico, meant at lot of time outdoors.  I wanted lots of outdoor space.  I wanted a certain flow ... it was all there in my mind.
A large studio on the second floor, complete with fireplace, kitchenette, ensuite, bedroom and covered terrace appeared in my imagination.  I felt if I ever sold the house (which I absolutely knew I would never do) the second floor would make a magnificent master suite.  

I fell in love with the home I once had in Mexico -- together we had a love affair full of friends, soirees, lunches, dinners, poetry readings, nicho parties, play days, music and dancing.  

I painted my heart out. Couldn't leave my easel.  When my Goddess series was completed, I met Toller Cranston which opened up a whole new world of people, many of whom I became close to.  Toller invited me to paint with him.  We ended up in his studio for two years.  He became a collector of my work.  Toller became my friend, my mentor, my oak tree.  He made the transition to the other side, suddenly and very unexpectedly.  I miss him.

The home I had in Mexico, not so long ago, is gone now.  She belongs to another happy artist.  I sit in Vancouver airport waiting for a flight to 'The Island' - to my new beginnings, where I don't belong.

I belonged to Mexico and Mexico belonged to me.  The relationship was a deep one.  The friends I made touched my heart.  They changed me and I will never be the same.  

It was a magical, mystical, horrendous, horrifying time of huge growth.  What did I learn?  I'm still working it out.  I know it is deep and real.  I know it  changed me in ways I'm not yet certain of.  I shall miss you, Mexico.  You shall always be held deep in my heart.

Once I had a love affair with a culture I shall never forget.  Once, not so very long ago,  I had a home in Mexico.

Thanks for stopping by, my Lovelies.  Enjoy your day and each moment in it.

“It was strange how you didn’t realize how much you loved a place until you had lost it completely.”
- Kameron Hurley, Rapture

March 15, 2016

Found a few things ...

Here you are my Lovelies.  How is your day going so far?  

Here I am, becoming ensconced in a very different way of life here in Canada.  Progress is being made (amazing).  Mario left at the crack of dawn to catch the ferry back to the USA, and the long drive back to Mexico.  I arose early, but gently.  Ventured into the studio where I have a certain amount of boxes, and proceeded to unpack about 4 of them and find places for their contents.  

My mind envisioned a soft, gentle day, moving slowly as I pleased. Then, Ray showed up full of energy with a cup of coffee in this hand  From that moment on, my day changed.  Ray chopped up the empty boxes for recycling, I packed the plastic and paper in different bags.  By the time we were finished there was quiet a collection, so decided to go to the dump.  On the way, we stopped at Home Depot to purchase light bulbs, felt for the bottom of furniture, while looking at BBQ's and dishwashers.  Then it was off to the dump where Ray put everything into their proper recycling bins and I perused the 'free store'.  There was a fabulous wing back chair, and if I had had room, I would have snaffeled it up in a minute.  I restrained and came home with candles, wine glasses, storage jars and a lovely old fashioned ceiling light for the bedroom.  Then it was off to pick up the shed which wasn't ready.  Ray took me home and made soup (home made) for lunch before proceeding to pick up the shed, bring it back to my place, unload it (HEAVY) and put it in a safe place until he has time to begin the foundation and assembly.

By then it was 2:00 pm .. I was literally finished.  An afternoon nap was definitely in order.

The living room is 'livable' ... things will show up at their own pace as I unpack each box.  Hopefully, I have kitchen dishes etc. here in the studio.  We shall see.

That's it for today.  Thanks so much for dropping by and leaving your inspiring comments.  Take care and enjoy the moment.

“Every one of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life. A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, loss of a job. And onward full tilt we go, pitched and wrecked and absurdly resolute, driven in spite of everything to make good on a new shore. To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another – that is surely the basic instinct . . . Crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is.” – Barbara Kingslover

March 14, 2016

Oh What a Day it Was!!

Good Morning my lovelies.  Another day to design and choose happiness.  How very fortunate we are!

Good news on all fronts. Traveled to Port Angeles - had a lovely dinner out on Saturday.  Mario rolled in about 10:00 pm and even though exhausted, we had a celebratory drink together and discussed what would happen the next day clearing customs etc.  Very comforting.

Sunday, we were up at 5:00 am - had coffee with Mario and waited for the Ferry.  Cleared US customs, had breakfast on the Ferry and headed for Victoria.  Seas were high which made the trip interesting!  I accompanied Mario in the truck, we went through the first customs process, and were asked to pull over to the side and go into the customs office. Filled out forms, spoke with a very lovely lady, and were eventually cleared to proceed.  Didn't even have to open the truck!  Bliss!

On the way up from Mexico, Luis had a last minute job to do in Seattle, so Mario arrived alone.  Thus, Ray worked hard with Mario to unload the trailor.  Some of it is here at the house where I can sort it - the rest went to storage.  I will sort bit by bit over the next few weeks with a view of getting my studio in workable order.  

A bit of relaxation before the boys showered and we all went out for a great dinner and lots of laughs.  Thoroughly enjoyable day -- however I must say even I was exhausted just directing the traffic of where things should go.

 Selfie .. on the way to Port Angeles.

 Return trip with Mario.

 The Boys hit it off and couldn't stop talking.

 Probably my last Mexican cowboy hat!

 Unloading the trailer.  Cold, Wet, Pouring Rain.  The Boys were soaked to the skin.

Thirty four feet - packed to the rafters.

 Cleaning up
Terminado1  YEAH!

Let's celebrate!

Cannot thank you enough, Mario

Perhaps a lazy day today - although I can never tell.  There are boxes which will tempt me in the studio -- and once I have a peek - I might just get motivated.

Thanks for stopping by.  LOVE your comments .. so thoughtful and kind.  Have a wonderful day, each and every one of you.  Enjoy the moments .. one at a time.  

“A dreamer must be discovered working or working on it or it is reduced to a wish.”
~ Johnnie Dent Jr.