New Poem: Being the Mother of Adult Children
I think now what I would want my kids to do in my situation, and then go and try to earnestly do that myself. It is so much better for everyone than me thinking what I would have them do if I was them.
I think now what I would want my kids to do in my situation, and then go and try to earnestly do that myself. It is so much better for everyone than me thinking what I would have them do if I was them.
I enjoyed painting this on location on Chaffinch Island in Connecticut with a limited palette.
Highly recommended for its beauty, and a great place to play with a child!
In God’s grace there are no “ifs” or “buts”, no expiration dates, no measured share, no price to pay
24/7, in plentiful supply that never ends, God’s love abides. We need do no more than accept it.
The painting above is by friend and blog reader Anne Merriam, and it was my favorite of the show.
I have just now slogged through it and do not recommend it, giving it only three stars. The bottom line is it is not really that interesting.
“When something is right for me, I always have an indescribable sense of peace about it. Knowing that this sense of peace is available as a guide and criterion gives me a great sense of confidence regarding decision.
I’m so grateful such a wonderful place as New Pond Farm exists, and I’m proud of all my husband’s hard work that helped make this supportive event a success!
These ropes and traps from Little Cranberry Island are a medley of line and anticipation. What are you walking past that would improve and expand on closer consideration?
The sunsets as seen from the Islesford Dock are a kaleidoscope of beauty. Several times I interrupted my dinner to go and take yet again another photo of it as it morphed and transformed. Here are some of those shots…
They have built something wonderful here. They pampered us with spicy ginger brew, appetizers, and three delicious meals a day.
It was fun to discover what we had in common, and to see the different approaches and styles to each one’s art. We all learned from each other, and the warm fellowship was certainly an added bonus to the class.
A powerhouse group, their advice was gentle and encouraging, freeing and supportive, and blissfully without prescription. If I taught, this is the way I would teach.
I will never forget this man’s energy, love of color, excitement for the creative process, his great attitude, and how animated and lucid he is. His youthfulness at 93 is truly the greatest art of all.
Since it was foggy during the workshop, I did not paint any grand vistas as I expected, but instead focused on these two unique apple trees, whose shapes intrigued me.
I was so delighted to squeeze in at the last minute to Henry Isaacs and Ashley Bryan’s last Painting Workshop. Their workshop is something I have always wanted to do,
Today I am giving the invocation for our 9/11 fifteenth anniversary memorial service sponsored by our local clergy association. This is what I am going to say: