Thursday, May 30, 2013

You can't advance without adversity! This is MY DESTINY!


Love for hate. 

Anyone can return love when appreciated and loved in return. 
There is no power in that!
What extra ordinary are you doing?

My story of what walking this out has done
 through the faithfulness and power of a MIGHTY God~

COMING SOON




Wednesday, May 29, 2013

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Saturday, May 25, 2013

The Art of Crochet, My Dreadlocks, and an Art Journal

My life is ART filled and amazingly happy!! 
Lots of NEW things happening. 
Giveaways
New publications
just to mention a few.

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art journal


5 years ago at the beginning of my dread journey  


                                                       Loving my mint green thread!!


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Road leads home :traveling in the Winnie


So our recent travels have lead us to park under the tree that I used to pick my own switches from.
Yeah that would be my grannys' house. 
My favorite memories are snappin beans we picked from the garden
and this clothesline.
Funny the simple things that stick in our memories, eh.
{I may have even forgot many of those switches.} 


When I pulled up in the drive the other day is was so off to see my Papa 
hanging clothes. My heart ached at the realization.
My Grandma can barely use the line anymore due to a stroke. You can see the nasty ugly scar here .

My  oldest son has fallen in love with our new dog. 



My mom and my youngest.



Our cute little traveling companion.


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

80s splatter paint: classic

i think i was in jr high
when i did this to my room
at my grandmothers house~


errr i didn't ask permission
either...
luckily my grandparents weren't mad

i love that its still there.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Pursuit: definition of my occupation


All my days
an Abandoned heart
Whom have I but you.
The endless search
the fragrance of Love 
Out of the depths
I learned to pray
i. love. the way. you move. {me}
I am lovesick.





Sunday, May 12, 2013

Love my Life!


My grandma, mom and aunt

 My mom 

My oldest turned 18 last week!!

and My youngest man they grow up so fast!
So proud of these wonderful young men! 

                                                                    I am incredibly blessed!



Saturday, May 11, 2013

Divorce: Do not trade a Promise for a Lie




I won't trade a promise for a lie.


To begin where I left off...
          YES!!
     this is a love story.
I have to go back however,
to what I call "altars of remembrance".
I have to go back because it took the depths {of brokenness}
to perform my deliverance.
I had a heart transplant.

 It was a necessary surgery for me

                to truly understand

what and who Love Is.

I AM.


Love Is, I AM.


This may be hard to
understand at this point,
but please stay with me.
I'm painting a picture here
and the outline must be in
place before I can add
the details.
WHAT?
WHY?
I've gotten this question plenty.
To explain what came out of the depths
and I have to go back into the depths.
Come follow my pen,
let me show you brushstroke
by brushstroke.
Its a masterpiece that one must watch oneself.

 Unless your willing to sit with me
                   and feel it, 
  

   it's really quite unbelievable!

Why must I tell?
Why must you read?
Because I too once thought that
this would never happen to me.
I was blind, but now I see.
Do not be deceived by smoke and mirrors.
 It affects you too.
At some point you will recognize the realities.
  It's in your family. It has affected those you love deeply.
      You may not know. You may know.
      It is not a respecter of persons.


I wrote the highlighted excerpt below in the midst of betrayal.
Even then I knew there was a purpose.

Let's sit in "that" moment for a bit. 


As time slowed to less than seconds

 I had in full view a mirror image of my heart transparent. 

I was living in anesthesia prior to that moment. 

Suddenly I watched in unbelief my heart erupting flesh blood.

Awakening I felt the sharp edge of that scalpel at the very moment of incision.

 It was a divorce of my former self.


I knew. It was time.

I could not escape the scalpel.
The incision was made.
Either way was death.
To ignore it didn't make it go away, I was dying anyhow.
The excruciating pain awoke every nerve.
My heart was pumping blood everywhere a midst my opened chest.
My hands immediately tried to cover the opening and apply pressure.
Shock rang through me.
There was no way out on my own.
I could not avoid help.
Death was pounding at my door.
I was covered in blood.
I was desperate.

I feel lead to share my struggles simply because I know I am not alone.

 I know there are many others who are or have been where I am. 
Ache and loss is great.
 However they are not greater than the Divine. 
I want you see that I've gathered all my broken pieces, instead of sweeping them under and away, 
I'm going to lay them out. 

Why?

 Because when I brought them to my Rescuer
 and laid them down at his feet,
 He motioned for me
 to pick them up.
 One by one. 

The first piece was jagged and sharp,
 it left cuts on my hands as I put it in His. 
What I saw as He closed His palm 
and what was revealed at the release of His grip,
 made my eyes WIDE with delight
        at the revelation
When he released it to me, 
and entered it into my being, 
I gasped and staggered
 at the strength that filled my core.

 His powerfully Majestic 
      voice   e c h o e d   throughout me.

"Do not replace a promise for a lie"



Friday, May 10, 2013

What occupy's your mind determines what eventually fills your mouth,
 your outer world showcases all that has dominated,
 and at times subjugated your inner world.
                       -Dr. Cindy Trimm


WORDS ARE POWERFUL. What begins in your mind most often becomes you.
 Over the past year I have endure great hardship and loss. 
So many times my thoughts were filled with questions. 
Many went unanswered. 
There were moments I did not have the strength to get out of bed, yet I had to!!
I did not give up, despite times of weariness!
 I kept fighting back with my words, 
with Divine Words

The Creator spoke 
into the
 unformed void darkness 
the existence of LIGHT!

 Do you get that, it was unformed, a VOID darkness! It began with a void! {With darkness!}
 Do you have a void in your life right now?
 I know I have been facing this VOID for over a year now.
 I have been speaking to it!
 I questioned "hey VOID are YOU LISTENING?
~I'm COMING OUT ALIVE! 
YES I'm speaking to you DARKNESS-
 to all the lies I've been told, to all the lies told about me,
 to all the doubts, to all the doubters!
 The silence that I've been captured in is NO MORE! 
I have authority with the TRUTH.
 Not a version of the truth,
         but the fullness of TRUTH



Again this was written not quite 4 years ago, 

It is such an important journal of my mindset. 
When I began gathering all my journal pieces 
from this time period, I was amazed at the clarity I had.
As I reread these bits and pieces I can see Divine
            hand-prints
on everything I wrote or drew. 

The very thought of this causes
my heart to pause
in gratitude of a 
God 
who sees. 

You see this is really a love story.
This is {our} love story.

I was in the midst of a vicious attack from
someone I trusted most.
My mind was somewhat confused. 
The biggest question 
"What had I done to cause such vial efforts?"

Wait, go back how can this be
          a
love story? 



Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I have come to this GRAND canyon. A vast empty and deep space that is so much bigger than me. I'm standing at the edge, agreeing this is remarkably unfamiliar now, knowing that I must not settle for comfortable any longer, and still yet I hesitate. There are times when I long to go back to the comfortable, even though I know there is no true security in it. As I stand here before the canyon, observing the enormous expanse, my natural eye is overwhelmed. There is a hovering silence of the unknown. My breathing echoes in my ears. Sometimes it is louder than I can bear and it hurts my head. I've leapt over previous familiars though compared to this monster, they were obviously only cracks. There is NO way that I can leap over this one.

I wrote this almost 4 years ago. When I wrote it, I thought it directly related to the heart shattering realization and deception that occurred by a family that I trusted concerning the adoption we were in. The beginning of much brokenness in my family and my life was exposed at this traumatic point of my life, our lives. 


Now this is where I wish I could translate my spiritual state to the natural! I have approached moments recently where my natural being starts screaming, pounding and stomping !!ENOUGH!!, and I momentarily lose focus. My natural says don't fall into the expanse!! My spiritual says, you must go in the depths to get across. CONFLICT! The warfare ensues! I find myself tangled in the beauty of being the created.



                     "I must go into the depths to get across."


I have been in the depths since 2009 when I wrote that. This is the disentangling of my story coming out of the depths and emerging anew. It is a painfully beautiful story of redemption. It was only through the carving depths of betrayal that I encountered freedom, true freedom. 


       We are responsible for the stories we tell 

and for those we choose not tell. Our silences speak volumes about whom and what we value. - Rabbi Sandy Eiseenberg Sasso


Most often I choose silence in respect of differences. Quite often this gives the wrong impression. It can say, I agree with you, your opinion has more value or truth, I'm absorbing what you said, I am weak, well you get the idea. In the area of my life that this currently applies to, its none of the above. 

Timing is important. It is not weakness, it actually takes a DIVINE strength to keep my mouth shut!

lThe most incredible part is, 
when you are released from silence, 

it has this poetic revival of solace that dances 

amongst the rain. 

There is absolutely no force that can 

withhold 

the inextinguishable rejoicing!!


this IS where I pause {to dance}

     because I'm RELEASED!!

In the meantime while I dance
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