Moon-ing About

This piece of bead embroidery is almost done. I will be making myself a brooch and with eyes wide open, I will wear it as a talisman.  I lust after bead embroidery and find it hard to stop working on a piece. I just want to let it grow and grow/ This piece is done in some of my favorite colors, amethyst or purples and tourmaline greens. It is not often that I take the time to work on something just for myself and this piece I will wear with a sense of accomplishment. I will be back with the finished pics one of these days. Until then, I am going to nurse my cold and watch junk television and send prayers up for Japan.

She has gone. Carried into the vets office, laid on a soft, colorful blanket. Stroked. kissed and hugged goodbye, she ever so slowly closed her eyes, breathed one last deep breath and with a gentle sigh, slipped her earthly bonds and went home. My best and most devoted friend has left me and I am ever so sad. I look at her bed, her dish and miss her. At 5:30, time  to feed her and I wonder of she is okay, warm, happy. Again, I am crying. This grief is going to take awhile to pass and I will hold her memory and love in my heart forever. As my Baba would say, " Not goodbye , just say so long. "

This Is What Happens....

... when you are so in love with the shape and everything about your cut Christmas tree - you fake plant it in your yard to look at its' beauty everyday! Have a great day my fellow bloggers!

From a Friend's Blog

Deep Peace
of the running wave to you

Deep Peace
of the flowing air to you

Deep Peace
of the quiet earth to you

Deep Peace
of the shining stars to you

Deep Peace
of the gentle night to you,
moon and stars
pour their healing light on you

Deep Peace to you

-a Gaelic Blessing

I am reading this as I think of my sweet loving furry Regina and her end days. I am sad. 

Sunday Mornings

...Are my favorite time of the week. I like to lounge in bed and read the newspapers   ( gasp - TWO of them ), watch the CBS Sunday morning show and have breakfast served on paper plates all while laying about. This Sunday is not one of those Sundays!! I am leaping about to attend to tenant issues in the apartment building I am not supposed to be managing but am, dealing with the dogs and cats and cleaning the house for Phil's return. Lounging will just have to wait!

The sun is out every now and then, lifting my mood and inspiring me with sun infused energy. For that reason alone, I am grateful. The air is clean, rarefied after the rain the last few days, crocuses are up and ready to pop and I am still scheming and planning a vacation to Panama. Will it really happen? Who knows?

Laying a heart

all things PT ( colored pencil )
shells, water, victorian houses, flowers, greens

For today, I will leave you with some recent sketchbook doodles. Have a great sunshiny, singing in the heart kind of day!

As Evening Strolled in

Once in awhile I write some poetry. I am not the best poet in the world but I think that drafting a poem is like painting a picture with words. I like the way words lay next to each other and how their companionship feels as the sound of them leaves your lips. I struggle to find words in a combination that depict how I am feeling at that moment and then beyond. I want the words to linger in my thought processes and help me remember the moment just gone by. Just like this evening, in the early darkening of dusk, when I don't want to do anything but at the same time do not want the day to leave without noting it, I can preserve the moment, the day, the feeling in a brief written poem.

Suddenly, in the matter of just a few days, my Regina has become very old. She has a palsy and tremor in her legs, is ever so slow to rise from the floor and is having potty issues. I am very sad. I know that pets age and that they love us dearly but are only with us such a seemingly short span of years. Now, I watch her decline and must nurse and care for her as she has done with me these last 12 or so years. I do not even have any idea how old she is but I remember the day she came to stay with us, bounding in the front door wearing a silly, bright scarf, bringing a favorite toy from her foster home. She is deaf now but I still talk to her as if she hears me. She just stares into my eyes and watches me speak. When my lips stop moving, she just goes about her day. She is always ready to be with me to be my companion, to just lay near me as I work, to hover nearby in the house in case I call to her, a  voice she no longer hears. She understands me, my shortcomings, my personality that is at once expansive and loving and still, quiet, ignoring everything and everyone. She has been my friend, my companion who finds absolutely no fault in me, my accepting and true friend. I love this old dog.