tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84405735900890128242024-03-05T12:55:07.818-05:00wishcraftedwhat have you wished for today?Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-23078547776465079972011-02-12T10:37:00.000-05:002011-02-12T10:37:18.799-05:00Greencraft Congrats & 1st Place winner [!]<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Congrats to Lisa Mallette, Jennifer Carriere-Spock and myself for being the winners of Somerset Studio </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> GreenCraft magazine's <span style="font-size: large;">Repurpose, Reuse & Re-inpsire</span> challenge. Readers were asked to demonstrate what we could make using 2010 Stampington & Co. calendars. </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Artist's Lisa created usable 4X6 postcards and Jennifer, the "green entrepreneur" styled beautiful package wrapping & tags. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAm86cWlPDemKnNIPDBH2kUuazGBssGuGtT_mi_wy9CqAUsxUveyKv4lN_32I-ET3VQvwlN3NiwEZmQCXeXhV4fPTOH0m3XMwyNgkJl2ztRgdhwQHgYvfONjezs7UDDH-I3s4ZqnsmzGZ/s1600/IMG_3022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAm86cWlPDemKnNIPDBH2kUuazGBssGuGtT_mi_wy9CqAUsxUveyKv4lN_32I-ET3VQvwlN3NiwEZmQCXeXhV4fPTOH0m3XMwyNgkJl2ztRgdhwQHgYvfONjezs7UDDH-I3s4ZqnsmzGZ/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'd like to thank my grandson, Ryan for his complete adorable-ness, for I feel this feature [really] captured the <span style="font-size: large;"><b>first place prize in the challenge</b></span>. The accordion book I created will be a treasure for him one day, showcasing his four-year-old charming self, all using the beauty of Somerset's calendar art & repurposed materials. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you GreenCraft for the opportunity & challenge, and congrats to Lisa & Jennifer. Well done, all. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-4198750227709026082010-12-24T10:14:00.000-05:002010-12-24T10:14:56.851-05:00Got Generosity?<span style="font-size: large;">A holiday [[wish ripple]] -- if you are <span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: #e06666;">heart</span> </span>inspired -- please pass along this beautiful film about Generosity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I especially love their focus of desiring to "engage in a lifestyle rooted in generosity."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=2185">KarmaTube: Be Selfish, Be Generous</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-44057419707702635252010-08-11T18:07:00.000-04:002010-08-11T18:07:11.141-04:00last summer wish ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzvIl56a8OLSRzoEXamexeYDxrhX3RTbaH82KZGPh8uX3uKweeOMkMhESuMrUfHbpeaqe8EY_34xXr6cdoAWUP4OjcQJQXYXDJ2E9S-6A-qhHmtcbHJ5byqSZpqxry2Wz7eolB7E0gwr0/s1600/last+summer+wish+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzvIl56a8OLSRzoEXamexeYDxrhX3RTbaH82KZGPh8uX3uKweeOMkMhESuMrUfHbpeaqe8EY_34xXr6cdoAWUP4OjcQJQXYXDJ2E9S-6A-qhHmtcbHJ5byqSZpqxry2Wz7eolB7E0gwr0/s320/last+summer+wish+copy.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> what shall make the final days of my summer wish list? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">pondering. contemplating. considering. . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">i believe my top <b style="color: purple;">fave five</b> wishes will be: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">#5. thirsting for those sweet slurrppy delicious fresh strawberry malts all year long. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">#4. wishing to freeze frame the joy & sheer silliness of a four year old t-ball game - where kids actually p*l*a*y -not- just <i>play</i> to win. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#3. <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">s</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ighing for the image of the Queen Ann's Lace popping her beauty lofty and graceful. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#2. hankering for the summer garden goodies that were grown from seed and proudly became food for my family. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>and for my last summer wish . . . </b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#1. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">aspiring for the energy, glow, & growth of <b>summer</b> to shimmer onward throughout 2010. May the sunny season dance on! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-65188661731460520462010-07-16T18:24:00.000-04:002010-07-16T18:24:15.523-04:00read carefully - it's your storyI just completed a submission project for: <br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.stampington.com/html/greencraft_volume1.html"><span style="color: #38761d;">greencraft </span></a></b></span><br />
in which I created an accordion book for my 4 year old grandson, Ryan. <br />
It is undeniable that I am so smitten with him.<br />
The 20 index cards contain 'lessons' of life. Scripts of text taken from old school books rescued from a trash pile. A few examples of questions that require much care for Ryan:<br />
1. What are three things that you use every day?<br />
answers: Compassion. Peace. Respect.<br />
2. What is an environment?<br />
answers: Mind, body & spirit.<br />
You get my meaning - he may not understand it NOW- but one day he'll totally 'get it'.<br />
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Everything in the book is a 3R item. . . paper, fabric & art scraps, plastic from cards, and assorted miscellany. I didn't have to purchase anything - just hunt & gather for the goodies.Off to mail it [with postage to get it returned, of course!] <br />
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Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-30523071068009486322010-06-09T15:28:00.000-04:002010-06-09T15:28:57.573-04:00amazing wish ripples<object height="344" style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/BhX4vQ_GfTA/hqdefault.jpg");" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhX4vQ_GfTA&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhX4vQ_GfTA&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-48685983081288364462010-06-06T17:41:00.000-04:002010-06-06T17:41:46.773-04:00m e e t MARY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DVwUgYR8PmLUhtcOjDbJxkQr2zBCUVlLGZthMMHi1j_qFwxU3eXqKK2Zp3P3V4UrMNmEnHxiDzQLTbQR1Fxgp5UATGQw47jPSkfL46wmenQFM793Y9KZSxnFjGFrTb7g6PdGfZhgQPu0/s1600/IMG_2302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DVwUgYR8PmLUhtcOjDbJxkQr2zBCUVlLGZthMMHi1j_qFwxU3eXqKK2Zp3P3V4UrMNmEnHxiDzQLTbQR1Fxgp5UATGQw47jPSkfL46wmenQFM793Y9KZSxnFjGFrTb7g6PdGfZhgQPu0/s320/IMG_2302.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Meet Mary -my contributing guardian art doll for the swap & e-book for <a href="http://collagediva.typepad.com/truenorth/">True North Arts</a>. Mary is a Shero Doll an Ultimate Creator & Protector. </div><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>She was inspired by the song "Mary" by Patty Griffin -to watch this beautiful video go here: </b></div><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOxpvKuEruk&feature=youtube_gdatama">Mary by Patty Grffin & Natalie Maines </a><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Mary, she moves behind me </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">she leaves her fingerprints everywhere</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Every time the snow drifts, everywhere the sand shifts</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">even when the night lifts, she's always there." </div><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mary needed 2B a paper doll - so I created her from a re-purposed paper envelope. Sewn & collaged with items such as vintage school flash cards, measuring tape, personal snapshots, & television components. My magpie self had a delightful time gathering all the stuff from my stash. I didn't have to 'buy' a thing - she's created w/ out purchasing any new products. . . </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9-R2AQ_ALZJRT6IsSJmj2xCSCGoK6yjb_F12NeikcXinrfTWu_swDKbE7Y-Ahlb5qEYDIM15wUjmDvvKATYnbzMtgaVlrHMbiyI4tmz_YAM6JMT_gsKEUOioDW_ORU9vUfVdHcfBYM8n/s1600/IMG_2305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9-R2AQ_ALZJRT6IsSJmj2xCSCGoK6yjb_F12NeikcXinrfTWu_swDKbE7Y-Ahlb5qEYDIM15wUjmDvvKATYnbzMtgaVlrHMbiyI4tmz_YAM6JMT_gsKEUOioDW_ORU9vUfVdHcfBYM8n/s320/IMG_2305.JPG" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mary has long strong arms for cherishment for the times when you feel vulnerable. Being an archetypal feminine divine doll, she has weathered the storms of life and is wise and steadfast. Most off all, Mary is a guardian doll to keep wishes, dreams & aspirations safe and sound in her envelope pouch. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijypiiXvDIifjNBf9nKB9UqEi4Aeux06lR2OdqT2bvjUwda0LkCfgSPA5ScQATkSWCxH7k-JETq6IIVfALQK7y_KiXEhCpxayEbpLsZAOlOPsDyIw2pllP0A-2SPqlG_8pwxj9Pk1t0pL1/s1600/IMG_2382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijypiiXvDIifjNBf9nKB9UqEi4Aeux06lR2OdqT2bvjUwda0LkCfgSPA5ScQATkSWCxH7k-JETq6IIVfALQK7y_KiXEhCpxayEbpLsZAOlOPsDyIw2pllP0A-2SPqlG_8pwxj9Pk1t0pL1/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I just know the person who ends up with Mary will enjoy her as much I did creating her. <b style="color: purple;">AND</b> I can't wait to see what guardian doll arrives in my mail box one day! </span> <div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-19137963949228416642010-04-26T17:03:00.014-04:002010-04-26T18:08:06.593-04:00Great Aunt Lillie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u8Wcc9cHzTC5xU6gIRe0oqpm6QWtWqthARnEhpNL2riDY2q7V70Q8ISHBgXG1quxFzVa0tpZ6tkCH1KCb43LfmcfsMAV2bbXMyIYneRVmFpek6-q5NTpMhUY7E3s4ewq9qzMV2r5xW9X/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464568662613063250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u8Wcc9cHzTC5xU6gIRe0oqpm6QWtWqthARnEhpNL2riDY2q7V70Q8ISHBgXG1quxFzVa0tpZ6tkCH1KCb43LfmcfsMAV2bbXMyIYneRVmFpek6-q5NTpMhUY7E3s4ewq9qzMV2r5xW9X/s200/IMG_1674.JPG" /></a> <div><div></div><div></div><div>Today I attended a <strong>19 second</strong> funeral for my Great Aunt Lillie. Her <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">89</span></strong> years of celebration of life lasted mere seconds. </div><br /><div>Born 10/29/1920.<br />Married.<br />Homemaker.<br />Widowed. </div><div>Died 4/21/2010.<br /><br />The remaining <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">thirty-four</span></strong> minutes and 41 seconds of her service consisted of scriptures, preaching and a final altar call.<br /><br />This experience has left me saddened. In those few brief seconds, the speaker <strong>defined</strong> an entire lifetime of a dear woman. Did Aunt Lillie want her life to be measured this way? In the end, it was only her vital stats and titles that mattered. Beyond all of the facts, I wonder, what was her story? What was her passion? What made her weep? That was what I came to hear.<br /><br />What about us women? We dreamers. Teachers. Healers. The cement of families and communities. What is going to be said about us in the final chapter of our story? Who is going to share all the years of of aspirations, yearnings and accomplishments? </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>When it is my time to go. I want to have a show and tell. With lots of giggles and beautiful memories. And bubbles, definitely got to have blowing bubbles for everyone.<br /><br />As a child, I always loved tagging along with my beloved Grandma to visit Aunt Lillie in the hills of Kentucky. Since she had no children of her own, her home was filled with <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">fancy, frilly</span></strong> and <span style="font-size:180%;">fragile lovelies</span>! I recall her cheerful country kitchen always had treats & sweet bananas. Her cutting and vegetable garden was a magical play land.<br /><br />In her nearly ninety years of life on this earth, the measurement of her life deserves more than the seconds of <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"now-you-see-her-now-you-don't".</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I wish her <strong>spirit</strong>, gentle flight and her legacy, loving longevity. </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-18709213051439585042010-04-12T16:09:00.007-04:002010-04-12T16:28:36.375-04:00l i f eCan my antennas be any more sensitive right now? Is it the most supreme spring we are experencing?<br /><br />Is it the solitude and quiet I have gifted myself with?<br /><br />The daily [[ innercise ]] ?<br /><br />The healing energy of creativity?<br /><br />I'm not sure - BUT- I'm overloaded with righteous appreciation for L I F E right now.<br /><br />I try to carry the lessons from yesterday without <em>too</em> much guilt, LIVE in the present moment, and not lose too much of myself in the future . . .<br /><br />which is so hard to do - because I am such a dreamer!<br /><br />My mirror ball has steered me in U-turns, Plan Be's and new directions I never saw coming - BUT - always worked out best for me.<br /><br />I don't want to predict, plan or over schedule <span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>TOO</strong></span> much. I try to balance the present whimsical dreamy wishfull glenda with the future whimsical dreamy wishfull ole crone glenda I know I will become - and make sure I've going to be taking care of...<br /><br />Click here for a little vid in honor of : <a href="http://animoto.com/play/NmZRLNzzMBwhVMMDtJtFCw">l i f e</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-82171029936482331762010-04-03T20:24:00.005-04:002010-04-03T20:47:19.072-04:00april [no] fooling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_O01md3Vfq3dUSJWQp8T29gnIL3Itnha7E-HReurB4biPprtY-wcPe95ouoLQCDG1kt0ZQlPatidQ-mxMI_Z8Qt1DAxAsqKkcrbLfvlbm-hgidSZ09ugNJqd2nfObVk5MqEENDuoc5fT5/s1600/IMG_1128.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456074577219398082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_O01md3Vfq3dUSJWQp8T29gnIL3Itnha7E-HReurB4biPprtY-wcPe95ouoLQCDG1kt0ZQlPatidQ-mxMI_Z8Qt1DAxAsqKkcrbLfvlbm-hgidSZ09ugNJqd2nfObVk5MqEENDuoc5fT5/s200/IMG_1128.JPG" /></a> In my blue flower flip flops, I'm stepping <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">out</span> </span>into a <span style="color:#663366;"><strong>brand new me</strong></span> after oh-so-many years of DOing the defined me. But not the re-find me.<br /><br />April marks the first month of my journey of official "unemployment" - I will no longer be receiving a payroll check for for my expertise, knowledge, advice and full participatory commitment to an employer.<br /><br />This was all my decision. I could have stayed on for eons just DOing and Doing. Playing it safe.<br />But the inner voice wouldn't be quieted. I had to ride my wishboat through the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">waves</span> of uncertainty and fear and row on.<br /><br />The month of March with my co workers was the most rewarding in my career. I was showered with genuine heart felt appreciation, love and respect. My last week, without a spiritual umbrella and enjoying the tears of gratitude. . .<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I came undone with cherishment.</span><br /><br />It was amazing and exhausting. I will never forget it. <br />Now I'm thank-FULL to be here and starting anew. A new BEginning.<br />My first, really. No fooling.<div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-79156783901075080872010-03-20T11:26:00.023-04:002010-03-20T18:48:33.613-04:00march = spring thaw 4 super powers<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3F-SYJYjAE7YPZPX_gJEZ5kk3wFBpIkrh0nIkIkOrmNcaEGo1nIKSbr5ehVizFXTDOY1aqaZmdKOtAuPHw735XMcVJlipXQVa43OmfL66nhS9toBzFRWOf2u6ckTJv_7Bxodkakc5z4zq/s1600-h/IMG_0980.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450846440118156018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3F-SYJYjAE7YPZPX_gJEZ5kk3wFBpIkrh0nIkIkOrmNcaEGo1nIKSbr5ehVizFXTDOY1aqaZmdKOtAuPHw735XMcVJlipXQVa43OmfL66nhS9toBzFRWOf2u6ckTJv_7Bxodkakc5z4zq/s200/IMG_0980.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>wishing your own personal spring thaw & renewal. let those ""put aside"" dreams & desires get some sunlight. let your super powers grow, hon! </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXwExMGXyG8PqPajtaTFWUIHIlKUfODGSHRdxntUXz36Ogorgf4FavBuf_SxQliu8JICnh8sdpRr3G9c6qP0fIqdkIMYBeTgmpvHmPR12asy4RSuilCUlca6ByzVqgJ40F6rZ8p6txYTs/s1600-h/terri+and+hudson.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450749683343134450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXwExMGXyG8PqPajtaTFWUIHIlKUfODGSHRdxntUXz36Ogorgf4FavBuf_SxQliu8JICnh8sdpRr3G9c6qP0fIqdkIMYBeTgmpvHmPR12asy4RSuilCUlca6ByzVqgJ40F6rZ8p6txYTs/s200/terri+and+hudson.jpg" /></a>wishing you serious appointment time for silliness with children. and silly sisters too. i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ginormously</span> love mine. if you weren't born with one. . . try to borrow, rent or adopt one.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVb7tEGTyfP5YX-TdE12IhG9HASrR8-oe1Mzx10DFm4Cx8JiKO1dmYHlHrJmTwOe2Tc5wmHUTW-vtvWzfWEaek2qLnwAh3j021VtF9fMQERfaZgX1HTmvnhq38NezZmsHMUOYQ-ENyBFr/s1600-h/ryan+psd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450749671615435410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVb7tEGTyfP5YX-TdE12IhG9HASrR8-oe1Mzx10DFm4Cx8JiKO1dmYHlHrJmTwOe2Tc5wmHUTW-vtvWzfWEaek2qLnwAh3j021VtF9fMQERfaZgX1HTmvnhq38NezZmsHMUOYQ-ENyBFr/s200/ryan+psd.jpg" /></a><br />wishing you the imagination of 4 year old boys. be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mr</span>. moon. or a pirate. or peter-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">parker</span>-spider-man. or spider girl. this <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">so</span> rocks. it comes in very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">handy for</span> that Monday morning office meeting or consultation with a client. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">aaargh</span>!<br /></em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnefypVM6ayuGG5c5daXlrcyxYvBrFXCkfxkastdvddOgl6JHvtjwNI0ri46iApLgojIcAgwPHsIjaBUFnzV1vKZK5L4tKTz6ETeHk4rzurye9Skyf_WmFUkb6OTdT3EGnR27XuB0ECyaJ/s1600-h/art+pic.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450749664858190514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnefypVM6ayuGG5c5daXlrcyxYvBrFXCkfxkastdvddOgl6JHvtjwNI0ri46iApLgojIcAgwPHsIjaBUFnzV1vKZK5L4tKTz6ETeHk4rzurye9Skyf_WmFUkb6OTdT3EGnR27XuB0ECyaJ/s200/art+pic.jpg" /></a>wishing you raw heart love. mine is sensitive. open. expressive & messy. engaged in all gears. ready to go.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2zt-MmMWrkLgbbqRnHT-xZFhy-lAByIHVVifxfGyzFUoF7v8dsdtRpRx4C93Atr4k-wUJ9-s3rznNPBTLWfgI1oLnf2ix5pRztScZRQ7MusXiKHDeG7E4qVU0hPSMINGoLXg0QrqcmrI/s1600-h/hands+pic.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450749660366161010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2zt-MmMWrkLgbbqRnHT-xZFhy-lAByIHVVifxfGyzFUoF7v8dsdtRpRx4C93Atr4k-wUJ9-s3rznNPBTLWfgI1oLnf2ix5pRztScZRQ7MusXiKHDeG7E4qVU0hPSMINGoLXg0QrqcmrI/s200/hands+pic.jpg" /></a>wishing you people connection. face time. [[hugging]] honest hand shakes. whatever it takes. when was the last time you "skipped to my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Lou</span> my darling" holding hands with someone?<br /><br /><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;">March on. truly. </span></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-43560893301942807702009-10-04T17:58:00.006-04:002009-10-04T18:45:59.314-04:00Bricktacular Ladies & ArtHere are just a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">few</span></strong> of the arted UP bricks from our Bricktacular par-tay 2009 -- for the 8th annual Bricks Along the Journey auction -for Breast Cancer.<br /><br /><br /><br />This year <strong>ALL</strong> of the <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">bricks</span></strong> for scavenged, salvaged or donated. A couple old ones from Little Italy in Cleveland, a few from an abandoned house destroyed in the name of urban sprawl, some from a greenhouse and the rest picked up along my travels throughout the year. We even got yelled at and chased by a few-beer-drinking- construction-men, one night, running with a brick, because I <em>thought</em> the house was abandoned - but heck - it was all in the name of benevolence so it isn't wrong....<em>right? ?</em><br /><br /><br /><br />I never look at bricks as just a building material any more - they are gorgeous hunks and chunks just crying out for artistic alteration!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52Vm37zSvvzwKSclg-oe8Co08h5Q73pIBQiabb-DmPJ0M3FmmNLPyDbv6BKYfvrFmEmO-wbm4c2iGvIk1cAavP_nxig_i_iy4rI3K68Q2Et-U2OPtnklCVrqbMpEgYHl37t-1irQikWAU/s1600-h/DSCN3796.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873186146228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52Vm37zSvvzwKSclg-oe8Co08h5Q73pIBQiabb-DmPJ0M3FmmNLPyDbv6BKYfvrFmEmO-wbm4c2iGvIk1cAavP_nxig_i_iy4rI3K68Q2Et-U2OPtnklCVrqbMpEgYHl37t-1irQikWAU/s200/DSCN3796.JPG" border="0" /></a> "believe" by yours truly </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TdMaZtuDx7KMOhFpPrPnf8yiiAWYrqbEwU7wxTN-cNZ0nSsgjroaCsztZl2zHNhTG-qjce38VfNd_KqHoozVFEah5KXPp_cMrM48hj3rgJdLUuwh5jAY2n6Vqsgc_u6LkPak1EfYshd7/s1600-h/DSCN3826.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873181822190722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TdMaZtuDx7KMOhFpPrPnf8yiiAWYrqbEwU7wxTN-cNZ0nSsgjroaCsztZl2zHNhTG-qjce38VfNd_KqHoozVFEah5KXPp_cMrM48hj3rgJdLUuwh5jAY2n6Vqsgc_u6LkPak1EfYshd7/s200/DSCN3826.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Witness the Power of Her!" by Terri Parmenter<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYwzmyoBwt-tM49gLmxQIeg1sFFx_RuThyphenhyphenfZsSBCd7saOlIgdicwYLK57MnKeTnThWKvtbayS6tR-BadfM7S5epxWQHSpRqlL6mbE31KG0BoNgi3CsVHpxl1zXPsAE31poFhLWRdBSB08/s1600-h/DSCN3824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873171367425970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYwzmyoBwt-tM49gLmxQIeg1sFFx_RuThyphenhyphenfZsSBCd7saOlIgdicwYLK57MnKeTnThWKvtbayS6tR-BadfM7S5epxWQHSpRqlL6mbE31KG0BoNgi3CsVHpxl1zXPsAE31poFhLWRdBSB08/s200/DSCN3824.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"evening out" by Loraine Wyatt<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcktHCnuM5_fJXSAgVrssSyhWsZA7zNEEu0vlRpIVYFq6vMaYIXtJG2Y9oSuKVLjcpthbMH3M6JUW5Ze_4NAHbu3GkjMv0o80Iuz3EggrRCAnAod2hjqOLt5MDwXq36tNl1NKYjzQMfPz/s1600-h/DSCN3818.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873165195550658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcktHCnuM5_fJXSAgVrssSyhWsZA7zNEEu0vlRpIVYFq6vMaYIXtJG2Y9oSuKVLjcpthbMH3M6JUW5Ze_4NAHbu3GkjMv0o80Iuz3EggrRCAnAod2hjqOLt5MDwXq36tNl1NKYjzQMfPz/s200/DSCN3818.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Step Up" by Candace Caplinger<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QTVKtYPSlylko2KiGmuX8R3RxCveFpJ-3cWnvWWSj6lYbqLhEbfNGGO0Qd6nMuZG3JIEmwXxFV8q53Hy0IEfrEJJeKlG6jKWJjXavE8I_ZqnOXUCdTQafa9BUe1sEREDrPSSSNlcIcnx/s1600-h/DSCN3821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873156512944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QTVKtYPSlylko2KiGmuX8R3RxCveFpJ-3cWnvWWSj6lYbqLhEbfNGGO0Qd6nMuZG3JIEmwXxFV8q53Hy0IEfrEJJeKlG6jKWJjXavE8I_ZqnOXUCdTQafa9BUe1sEREDrPSSSNlcIcnx/s200/DSCN3821.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><div>"Soar" by Julie Hensley </div><div><br /></div><div>All in all, there are <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">8 bricks</span></strong> being donated from the Bricktacular party from a few weeks ago! If you live in the area come and join the festivities and be a part of a wonderful and creative movement. It is good energy and good people. Buy a brick. Make a difference. </div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Bricks Along the Journey</span></strong> on Sunday, October 25th in Cincinnati -Ohio. <a href="http://www.breastcancerbricks.org/">http://www.breastcancerbricks.org/</a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-62933601398797006122009-09-29T18:38:00.003-04:002009-09-29T19:04:10.810-04:00Meeting Mr. President<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHoWxmYlWqukui2aqaPSvnqji53tuKJxkrg8dDYOWndGeCsuyzIhyKD_NESo9W-gVEoLkXfe0MT4RDZ2F6PadY16ZcAwp3I6VJAnhd7s1a2uI5O57zFKV656nlppvsZ-_5w4G9WK23xzg/s1600-h/of=50,533,399.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387022867487426642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHoWxmYlWqukui2aqaPSvnqji53tuKJxkrg8dDYOWndGeCsuyzIhyKD_NESo9W-gVEoLkXfe0MT4RDZ2F6PadY16ZcAwp3I6VJAnhd7s1a2uI5O57zFKV656nlppvsZ-_5w4G9WK23xzg/s200/of=50,533,399.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>What does one say to the President of the United States? What does one do when meeting a person of prestige and honor? I had this recent discussion with myself as I had the greatest distinction of a little tiny how-do-you-do with President Barack Obama a few weeks back. My typical greeting is all fru-fru with mommy-hugs, best wishes and all that. I know the Secret Service protocol enough to know, I didn't want to get arrested for accosting my favorite President. </div><br /><div>I also thought about all the thousands of comments, compliments and criticisms he must hear through out an ordinary week of traveling and meeting with others. If I had the opportunity to meet him face to face and have his attention for a few brief seconds, and shake his hand, I wanted my greeting to have some jounce. I wanted something "special" to say at that moment, wouldn't you? </div><br /><div>The entire event was beyond exciting and inspiring. His presence had a profound effect on me. When I got the chance to greet him, we shook hands, and I told him, "<strong>It is a pleasure to share</strong> <strong>the planet with you</strong>." He looked me in the eyes, gently grabbed both of my hands and looked me in the eyes and said; "Thank, <em>you</em>." </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-11001572274617918992009-06-16T21:29:00.006-04:002009-06-17T11:20:11.244-04:00Bliss & Biscuits in Tennessee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfReSLFu3y44bb9nREkigQF6yk2WsCrs9dbnAVZZmCZ15dNSf3Xvov_T9-KsAbclQr4rttVj4K5AVGtGiYXvo9qF3dq-Y7UGTBYsfrQJ5172ontDpy3Tz2TifVK7gFK089mGGxqRIGbUa/s1600-h/DSCN3669.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108697337420978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfReSLFu3y44bb9nREkigQF6yk2WsCrs9dbnAVZZmCZ15dNSf3Xvov_T9-KsAbclQr4rttVj4K5AVGtGiYXvo9qF3dq-Y7UGTBYsfrQJ5172ontDpy3Tz2TifVK7gFK089mGGxqRIGbUa/s200/DSCN3669.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSB_qNfQ7xjqE2eDNdF2oJHd-VENiHOkKeQyaRBf02P9MzBw0wkLnemnwLmnggrPjP8wNexq-YzFv39_bD8bWU_iHDbDP1Rx6_PzB1rukoSis53RQnrtwMxv33K05EIkm0beFhwqXgQaHL/s1600-h/DSCN3634.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108002827616274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSB_qNfQ7xjqE2eDNdF2oJHd-VENiHOkKeQyaRBf02P9MzBw0wkLnemnwLmnggrPjP8wNexq-YzFv39_bD8bWU_iHDbDP1Rx6_PzB1rukoSis53RQnrtwMxv33K05EIkm0beFhwqXgQaHL/s200/DSCN3634.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Bliss/noun<br /></em>1.supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment: </span><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">2. found at Ms. Brenda Bliss's artsy diggings outside of Nashville </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We had ourselves some creative wishful merriment</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">!</span> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Day#1: After exploring all her totally delicious mixed media jewelry we dove right into paint, glitter and ephemera. The 3 of us, Brenda and her delightful bright daugther Makena & I made accordian books --color, words & images - all traded to make our own little book about the day! THEN-</span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Day#2: after being inspired by a local art shoppe - we painted hearts and flowers on big canvases. Mine are bliss flowers in honor of Brenda and her downhome hospitality. </span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Biscuit/noun<br /></em>1.a kind of bread in small, soft cakes, raised with baking powder or soda, or sometimes with yeast.</span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We went to the Loveless Cafe in Nashville -not once but twice - to check out the jams and hams. See why I was wishin' for more goodies; </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://lovelesscafe.com/extras.html">http://lovelesscafe.com/extras.html</a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">These scratch biscuits are so famous they won in a showdown w/ Bobby Flay. So. . . a girl can't be blamed for a trip two days in a row to "praise the lard and pass the biscuits." </span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-17356324889949193062009-03-02T20:30:00.003-05:002009-03-02T20:55:10.587-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWz7hJEFpabRfrDiufMW9kHY2vkO1uVNPChdjOVwUOB5pLi-d0nS47sJabj2UQcVDfpkh0MBWHBx-YNu2jCli7ljQ1pYsBMQs_TmNxlEcB7Ni1VXbHGVgr3giB1z67VbQG2g3CMqfFNlky/s1600-h/DSCN3330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308771078200489810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWz7hJEFpabRfrDiufMW9kHY2vkO1uVNPChdjOVwUOB5pLi-d0nS47sJabj2UQcVDfpkh0MBWHBx-YNu2jCli7ljQ1pYsBMQs_TmNxlEcB7Ni1VXbHGVgr3giB1z67VbQG2g3CMqfFNlky/s200/DSCN3330.JPG" border="0" /></a> My <strong><span style="color:#336666;">Wish</span></strong> for Jamie as you begin your thirtieth year of life.<br /><br />i wish for you the gentle touch of acceptance as you walk your path.<br />i wish for you the peace and sweetness of love, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">friendship & </span>partnership with respect from those you share your life with.<br />i wish you joy and understanding as you express your authentic gifts and message to the world.<br />i wish you knew just how much i adore and admire you.<br /><br />but mostly i thank you for your presence in my life and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aspie</span> mama badge you have helped me earn through the years as we climbed and conquered the mountain of autism.<div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-30538387743852065732009-01-18T09:21:00.003-05:002009-01-18T09:42:08.816-05:001 mom = 4 women<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVXgyAE7-8xAe3l-BcDWX9lSsbjMrGqGbko3RwYKTPsVhPZ4hVNRvdR7X5lsdXAEU411PzXPe1iTRcrumpVG0ocmNGLHDy5uKjvHA4OJtg-hNvpoVj_NiaNsx-hIBK0uo6fx-drdzvn_Y/s1600-h/DSCN3363.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292639413606631954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVXgyAE7-8xAe3l-BcDWX9lSsbjMrGqGbko3RwYKTPsVhPZ4hVNRvdR7X5lsdXAEU411PzXPe1iTRcrumpVG0ocmNGLHDy5uKjvHA4OJtg-hNvpoVj_NiaNsx-hIBK0uo6fx-drdzvn_Y/s200/DSCN3363.JPG" border="0" /></a> My sister, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Terri</span>, is an amazing <span style="font-size:180%;">power-full woman</span>. She is <span style="color:#666600;"><strong>sassy</strong></span>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>bright</strong></span>,<em><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> fragile</span></em> and <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">big-hearted</span>.<br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;">She has grown four-baby girls into beautiful tenacious women</span></strong>. It wasn't easy - she sacrificed, laughed and cried a lot through the years. AND - the world is more luminous and promising now that <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Cori, Kristi, Candace and Kim</span> are here among us. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She is hugging her little darlings forever in her heart and spirit knowing that she wasn't just a mommy, she was a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">creator of life</span> &</span> chief <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">surveyor</span> of shining potentiality. And, for me, Auntie Glenda, I am overflowing with pride and love. [happy birthday Terri!] </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-78960024968261691912008-12-11T11:25:00.009-05:002008-12-11T11:45:40.735-05:00saving the ta-tas with art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBU_jJOPsVu1aPaHumg2-odxWlilhReyX-ehFJ_G4LxLyyssInrYCoBOGNdxXWHvWUSNvR4Y4TeVm3iwRZmfNm2YTePPbwOHLCkTBG7l9lmG0DG2wR0ZC8EtAQdZuaeEdkMcE7-Xkf8gV/s1600-h/DSCN2982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278574236183147202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBU_jJOPsVu1aPaHumg2-odxWlilhReyX-ehFJ_G4LxLyyssInrYCoBOGNdxXWHvWUSNvR4Y4TeVm3iwRZmfNm2YTePPbwOHLCkTBG7l9lmG0DG2wR0ZC8EtAQdZuaeEdkMcE7-Xkf8gV/s200/DSCN2982.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">What a night of wonder*full wishcrafting. Beautiful handcrafted bricks lined table after table at the 7th annual Breast Cancer Brick Auction on Oct 26th. I had hosted a bricktacular party in July so friends and I had several donated bricks to art up for the cause. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.breastcancerbricks.org/">http://www.breastcancerbricks.org/</a></div><br /><div></div><div>We grooved to music, noshed on delicious snacks and happily arted up around 12 bricks. </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>we're saving the ta-tas with art.</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-90527786760263650112008-12-11T11:15:00.005-05:002008-12-11T11:25:20.770-05:00get naked - play with paint<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwx4n6OsyAz2wLp6dGJlPYrvWyXtJyvAAostgLieG7ofYavYIOjHocgs2CK-n7owuvrkVSPm0dWmX609oPwQBR454FhiIdMNHfWiJxblptG1JPXWlntfI8eL0x7sBBlGTrzpQF5IhhA96/s1600-h/DSCN2946.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278568086452405538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfwx4n6OsyAz2wLp6dGJlPYrvWyXtJyvAAostgLieG7ofYavYIOjHocgs2CK-n7owuvrkVSPm0dWmX609oPwQBR454FhiIdMNHfWiJxblptG1JPXWlntfI8eL0x7sBBlGTrzpQF5IhhA96/s200/DSCN2946.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm catching up on my bloggin here - so forgive the late details -BUT have you ever felt like stripping off all your clothes, getting out the acrylics and just body painting w/ a 2 year old? My inner wild child loved the antics and my Ryan had a blast - even got a few 5X7's out of the frolicking! </div><div>Moral of the story- out of chaos comes creativity. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-13632491740731682022008-07-07T20:57:00.005-04:002008-12-11T19:32:04.011-05:00Truth Tellers found on the 4th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9yoIdQln5Ca0Mvtc9u5mXjDY2Ot-Zvewx0MEVSal2gzjb-IxMf_PojNS7Pn7kcibB2-Z_SPEC6mOXpEWcvWjJbVnZ7sWZxP8C7IUZApTKxBSnJUcQ8kTy7xGsuQxUGpQ8goH3hneTUx4/s1600-h/Terry_Tempest_Williams.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220447364518698738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9yoIdQln5Ca0Mvtc9u5mXjDY2Ot-Zvewx0MEVSal2gzjb-IxMf_PojNS7Pn7kcibB2-Z_SPEC6mOXpEWcvWjJbVnZ7sWZxP8C7IUZApTKxBSnJUcQ8kTy7xGsuQxUGpQ8goH3hneTUx4/s200/Terry_Tempest_Williams.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>On <span style="color:#333399;">Independence Day</span>, to honor FREEdom & Un-Freedom yet to claimed, I visited the National Underground Museum [Freedom Center] in Cincinnati. I always felt a deep pride for living in my current town of Springboro, founded by abolitionist Quakers who housed people on their way North on the underground railroad. This 4th of July felt like a great day to expand my understanding of freedom and invoke the goodness of the Quaker ancestors buried down the road from where I lay my head every evening. </div><br /><div></div><div>While visiting, I spent a considerable amount of time breathing in the beauty of the visiting work of Artist Robert Shetterly - <span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">Americans Who Tell the Truth</span> exhibit. <span style="font-size:180%;">Whoa</span>...beautiful paintings with hand-scratched quotes of humanity expressing their authentic experience, no matter what the cost of offense & loyalty to societal values- these audacious Americans they live their gospel truth.<br /></div><div align="center">Portrait above is: </div><div align="center">Terry Tempest Williams N</div><div align="center">Naturalist, Writer, Environmental Activist1955 –<br />"The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are </div><div align="center">praying for us to see beyond our own time."</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">What a validation of Independence Day</span> - forgedda about the cookout & a cold one - these courageous dreamers and citizens were the real celebration for me! Check it out yourself: </div><div><a href="http://www.americanswhotellthetruth.org/">http://www.americanswhotellthetruth.org/</a> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-62923207347954777062008-06-25T17:43:00.003-04:002008-12-11T19:32:04.456-05:00defining religion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuzzX0rgX8WK_XvVJfdh57osph8zS7OYx2Lb4sCM1g1RG9IrZ_2kM7aBHDtIbGHrH2EW_yJI5BRsLJMfCUEA9PzKHDsDlmBP0ns_3h_g5p6rWvWKmX2nLUqwCnkgCmkEql0VR4j514prV/s1600-h/DSCN2673.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215939153268751314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDuzzX0rgX8WK_XvVJfdh57osph8zS7OYx2Lb4sCM1g1RG9IrZ_2kM7aBHDtIbGHrH2EW_yJI5BRsLJMfCUEA9PzKHDsDlmBP0ns_3h_g5p6rWvWKmX2nLUqwCnkgCmkEql0VR4j514prV/s200/DSCN2673.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I ran into a really striking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bulletin</span> board for a church recently -<br />had to take a snapshot. In case you don't have your bi-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">focals</span> on, it says:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Religion is GOODNESS with its sleeves rolled up. </span><br /><br /><br /><br />It made me think of another quote on religion I like:<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;">"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness." <span style="font-size:100%;"> The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dalai</span> Lama</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div><p><span style="font-size:180%;">re·<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">li</span>·<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gion</span> <br /></span>1. Belief in and reverence for a supernatural power or powers regarded as creator and governor of the universe.<br />2. A personal or institutionalized system grounded in such belief and worship.<br />3. The life or condition of a person in a religious order.<br />4. A set of beliefs, values, and practices based on the teachings of a spiritual leader.<br />5. A cause, principle, or activity pursued with zeal or conscientious devotion.<br /></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Having zeal or devotion to kindness...or goodness...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nuff</span> said.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-28205193598343933612008-06-25T15:55:00.009-04:002008-12-11T19:32:04.972-05:00wild & wonder*full West Virginia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DPpqw6DR8Hit4r1g_e2ObSYLB9tkoDwGopUj6GyDrXaHn7RhyphenhyphennJQDYUt3S6rvv5jUN4JuBECBJ16vVQxc3YtvpWhnISBEP1eotXGDuR_3MdtVLsJumO8iQ2WNPQp5YDYais5d5_9PdMq/s1600-h/DSCN2682.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215936943300428194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DPpqw6DR8Hit4r1g_e2ObSYLB9tkoDwGopUj6GyDrXaHn7RhyphenhyphennJQDYUt3S6rvv5jUN4JuBECBJ16vVQxc3YtvpWhnISBEP1eotXGDuR_3MdtVLsJumO8iQ2WNPQp5YDYais5d5_9PdMq/s200/DSCN2682.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJ1sTfwmF-kes4newLI-Z5IBhJ91PqqSHpEeQBDhe4R8oiY1DVL2p5lLV9VNVqDLgblPLtORg8EizqVFi-oboBbumJIoonuseLUfl_7ogBVMDZCiWMHgDOcfBrGAO6kH18EUzh8ckna1r/s1600-h/DSCN2700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215935186957431858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJ1sTfwmF-kes4newLI-Z5IBhJ91PqqSHpEeQBDhe4R8oiY1DVL2p5lLV9VNVqDLgblPLtORg8EizqVFi-oboBbumJIoonuseLUfl_7ogBVMDZCiWMHgDOcfBrGAO6kH18EUzh8ckna1r/s200/DSCN2700.JPG" border="0" /></a> I went chasing the sun and kissin' the wind this past wkend on a BMLM [Bare Minimum Last Minute] <span style="color:#993399;">**</span>trip to W. Virginia. Some <strong>wishfull</strong> observations:<br /><br />1. Ohio doesn't have any Biscuit World restaraunts...<em><strong>pity</strong></em>...miss the sweet tea and honey biscuits already.<br /><br />2. Cicadas provide natural musical serenading as you drive -roll down the windows -turn OFF your stereo and give it a listen...before they're gone.<br /><br /><br /><p>3. Lop-sided-abandoned-weather-beaten-old-barns are now my new curiosity...maybe...obsession.</p>4. Queen size sheets spray painted with messages make fantastic community message boards!<br /><br /><br /><p>5. Listening to live banjo pickin' bluegrass music & eating fresh home cooked organic food is <em>really</em> "almost heaven"...</p><br />I wishweaved all the way from Charleston to the New River Gorge Bridge -- evidence by the pics!<br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">**</span><span style="font-size:85%;">BMLM -Bare Minimum, Last Minute -pronounced - Bim-Lim, -definition- the best way to have a party, live life, take out the fussiness and hassle of ' IT ' -concept invented by SARK<br /></span><a href="http://www.planetsark.com/">http://www.planetsark.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-27796767275223175582008-06-15T19:15:00.008-04:002008-12-11T19:32:05.200-05:002 yr old wisdom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5RGuR2cBez5V7a0OYU6hhmDhlEV3az2r5GPkcc652M5h6v4MpKa6qqEFiPuH-NiKJNsddd7SpJiUNkC0XHguqVnnB1XWQmyHgWRanhhpZZrUg3R2pC62yIoMrgutmgdipAIDVnagPnky/s1600-h/DSCN2598.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUpbCIb3Ex2snK3n2kGQO_kNNu2BxUBN02FeKXtbMTkxuOo0YV8j6QezrTbzaV-QltZjbeXKW5uTP1DycLYGwIcI9wywAiEYFg5UP91v7Xn0Cd-T8XfD8q3bzXRT7S2j3P-aiwl3Apywc/s1600-h/DSCN2595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212253743350190018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUpbCIb3Ex2snK3n2kGQO_kNNu2BxUBN02FeKXtbMTkxuOo0YV8j6QezrTbzaV-QltZjbeXKW5uTP1DycLYGwIcI9wywAiEYFg5UP91v7Xn0Cd-T8XfD8q3bzXRT7S2j3P-aiwl3Apywc/s200/DSCN2595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>Out of the mouths of babes always comes wisdom. this weekend, my little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grandman</span>, Ryan, watered all the plants. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><em>"Come on!"</em></span> </span></strong>he said...with the utmost enthusiasm. AND off we went. Filling up, pouring out and nourishing every single plant. Over and over and over again. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>His smile never went away. His joyed overflowed. His childlike wonder always teaches and amazes me. I am so thankful for his lessons. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Especially at this time, where water is scare, can be destructive and taken for granted, may the simple act of nourishing with one our most basic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">life's</span> chemicals, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">water</span>, bring you thankfulness too. </div><br /><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-45099711772609046952008-06-15T19:01:00.006-04:002008-12-11T19:32:05.551-05:00Canadian cuppa tea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO1sHMB4GXKcDedLc6BQy0xVNc9McIH5RFFm-kZP9WEe7VneAIvwO3z1t7gwrq4TSM-LARvRxNiI9fgT3upzezaTXrxw0E6wdvx7UtWmNoU7mwVixETSdPQ-VO5ORe82ATVeeRe0r1PTk/s1600-h/DSCN2592.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212247672242172594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO1sHMB4GXKcDedLc6BQy0xVNc9McIH5RFFm-kZP9WEe7VneAIvwO3z1t7gwrq4TSM-LARvRxNiI9fgT3upzezaTXrxw0E6wdvx7UtWmNoU7mwVixETSdPQ-VO5ORe82ATVeeRe0r1PTk/s200/DSCN2592.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>After my art-fest at the hotel, I was ready to get out and explore. Terry had business in Canada so I tagged along. Once we made it past the 40 mile detour, Bridge to Canada, and found our destination. I got the Ford Edge to explore Ontario for about 4 hours. I found <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">extraordinary</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wineries</span> everywhere I drove. HUGE greenhouses with lush plants just inviting the guests in. In <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kingsville</span>, the southern most part of Canada, <a href="http://www.town.kingsville.on.ca/">http://www.town.kingsville.on.ca/</a> </div><br /><div>I had a blast discovering why this Victorian town is so charming. At <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Annabell's</span>' I had a delicious cuppa Iron Goddess green tea with a vanilla scone, Devon cream, strawberry preserves and luscious service! OF course, some wish tickets were left at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Annabell's</span> for someone, someday...</div><br /><div>After that I went to 'once upon a time' a thrift-estate-garage-sale-kinda store [<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IE</span>: heaven] and rummaged through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">their</span> moving sale. I found two vintage Canadian postcards of little girls from the early 1900's and lots of things every mixed media artist would love. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-78041343446050063732008-06-15T18:42:00.008-04:002008-12-11T19:32:06.107-05:00mi-shi-gən wishcrafting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxqBWFU7FPEpkjPseZPNcZ8JRGZjvh-ocltNrZUxoUhOb-ka3i8_at5AMdocy4y6tqUNDAKmGKFuEXBCXvufGCpZUMLpTrdqtScaJLZutca7hgpg6Y8KRzp-h4VAKt69NVCHIs9QXesrq/s1600-h/DSCN2588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212247084687958466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxqBWFU7FPEpkjPseZPNcZ8JRGZjvh-ocltNrZUxoUhOb-ka3i8_at5AMdocy4y6tqUNDAKmGKFuEXBCXvufGCpZUMLpTrdqtScaJLZutca7hgpg6Y8KRzp-h4VAKt69NVCHIs9QXesrq/s200/DSCN2588.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhvzm53RevxIaMV8DanNme8P6sWXINFNfvirIRrHOU-xarYvt_T0xjqtarvgFE3ftn_xAT3DBVKVEietNT9vm-OtIm7U7NgXvXCqNavt7TE6FmQUObFyDCKhqmY1O8oHGGS0lZ75ER6m4/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212244925594806690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhvzm53RevxIaMV8DanNme8P6sWXINFNfvirIRrHOU-xarYvt_T0xjqtarvgFE3ftn_xAT3DBVKVEietNT9vm-OtIm7U7NgXvXCqNavt7TE6FmQUObFyDCKhqmY1O8oHGGS0lZ75ER6m4/s200/DSCN2586.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I had my surgery this week and have learned to use and appreciate my left hand. My right hand has been 'ordered to light duty' until my stitches come out next week, so I'm being a good patient and paying attention to all the "actual" duties our poor hands must endure. Since I'm right hand dominant, this has been a lesson in appreciation for lefties living in a right-handed world. Since I'm officially recuperating and off work, Terry decided to take me on-the-road with her to N.Michigan and Canada for a business trip for a few days. Yippee-- unexpected wishcrafting! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>First, let me say, how nice and cozy the rental car Ford Edge is for arting while driving. I have NO idea how the gas mileage, engine size, etc...BUT, I was super impressed w/ how all my supplies fit nicely in the passenger door compartment so I could quickly grab it while I worked on my Sacred Gathering Journal. I had everything I needed for the 4 hour drive. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>Quite lovely</strong></span>! </div><div></div><br /><div>Once at the hotel --- after dinner and unpacking. I had the whole next day to catch up on some wandmaking. <em>AND did I</em>. The suite we stayed in had a beautiful sky light that had a desk that became my work space for the few days. For the entire day, I had peace and qiute and nothing but the Michigan sunlight to keep me company as <span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">wanded</span> away. With my right finger all bandaged, I was very careful not to let in any art supplies sneak its way into my stiches - didn't want to have to explain -<em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">glitter</span> to my surgeon!</em> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-83977260838503439682008-06-06T18:40:00.007-04:002008-12-11T19:32:06.255-05:00wishcovering<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgWRUyfW9iKP_c6rp_sfbBwp-y6rew04fiMVDHakVkGBHXpQUgLWqc-tZTZIo0JBFmr3AOO1MOzVfvdbmddTrAaf88Vrw6XOH3vi8kzKGfcRtBAs41lsCQLbq_pfiG0TXQr32T7tXj00p/s1600-h/DSCN2417.JPG"></a><br /><div><div>During the past few days I've been exploring wishcovery. The random act of leaving wish tickets for people to find them just at the right place & time that they are needed. Some interesting places this week.</div><ol><br /><li>hidden in grocery ailse for someone to find while hunting for rice <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVE7aq9lA8lrRX9ZHk0Vb7WpSgoTylT5TsHZomTJWdeKTPqQW5jioauH3yipU3QUx0czhSBrpjUhUkxl8DiPxAheYyRH6FMUJzO2L_O-1g2RHt7PRSWPFMIBQQcORtHFt8VuPl90UGAJBB/s1600-h/DSCN2475.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208903956720300114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVE7aq9lA8lrRX9ZHk0Vb7WpSgoTylT5TsHZomTJWdeKTPqQW5jioauH3yipU3QUx0czhSBrpjUhUkxl8DiPxAheYyRH6FMUJzO2L_O-1g2RHt7PRSWPFMIBQQcORtHFt8VuPl90UGAJBB/s200/DSCN2475.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></li><br /><li>tucked in the $3 tip after dinner the other night in Milford </li><br /><br /><li>hidden amongst the flora at the garden center...lookey <span style="font-size:180%;">-> </span></li></ol><br /><p></p><br /><div>I never know who finds them but somehow I know they get 'found'. </div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440573590089012824.post-35126523468476104832008-05-26T18:34:00.005-04:002008-12-11T19:32:06.525-05:00wishword this wkend- 'hedidit!'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwA8VWwB5pDP98zYAgstEtLks3cGy2W0OFYSEH6sJbtjlEZYGahko1KmCWvOzoyhACmZwNqhJjJt-2HRmsTCLnIS19l5RYgimJlckrcmT2QBivGIQZR5Nv7eec87rs_vXxG0GqKoCC1KNW/s1600-h/mini+james.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204820945532529826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwA8VWwB5pDP98zYAgstEtLks3cGy2W0OFYSEH6sJbtjlEZYGahko1KmCWvOzoyhACmZwNqhJjJt-2HRmsTCLnIS19l5RYgimJlckrcmT2QBivGIQZR5Nv7eec87rs_vXxG0GqKoCC1KNW/s200/mini+james.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I just have to honor, James <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Knipp</span> for graduating from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">high school</span> this weekend. James is one of those proud square peg kids in a round whole school and I know how hard it is to make it. His whole family surrounded and congratulated him with heartfelt honors and relief. He's the kind of young man who-just-wanted-to-grow-up-to-fast-and-get-out-into-the-world. His mamas have helped him realize HS and his dream to manifest his wishes of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chef hood</span>. He has great talent as a Chef and his vision and tenacity actually landed him a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sous</span> chef job at a local highly acclaimed restaurant where 17 year <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">olds just </span>don't the get fame & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">recognition</span> that landed him with a local foodie advertisement. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size:130%;"><em>Any how</em></span>, his next steps are culinary school - yum- and the other hard knocks of life like, odd jobs, more studying and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">following</span> your bliss - this time - when it smells and taste good. I made him a special chef hat that says "runs with meat cleaver" - congratulations, James! I can't wait to taste your destiny as it unfolds...and hmmm...be careful with that meat cleaver. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">wishing you prosperity & peace.
Glenda
p.s. boycot reality tv and wishweave your own
life through creative acts!</div>Glendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01640509125492441463noreply@blogger.com0