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Son and Art in NYC Was Perfect

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

My son had his show in NYC  Curated by Peter Doig,  who by the way was so nice.  He likes Mike’s work with spray paint and that speaks volumes.  He is an Artist first so he gets what one puts into what they do,  you know the true passion for the medium in which you choose to create with.

Some other things happened yesterday about suppertime.  I walked in before even seeing Mike and introduced myself to his Mom you know the one I chose from the Couple Bio’s at the adoption agency.  To say she had no clue as to who I was is a understatement but as I said her name and reached my hand out and said my name the question on her face became a smile.

Two Mom’s meet for first time(he is 37 lol).  She then introduced me to her friend also an artist in her…

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Closing The Cycle – Inspirational Quotations


Closing the Cycle – Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Originally posted on Children Of Light.:

image from beauty of the arts.

image from beauty of the arts.

Every friendship is different, and every end is thus unique. But how do we know when to say goodbye? And does that goodbye need to be accompanied with ensuing “breakup” drama? It must be said, though, there’s different types of friendships. And each type of relationship — from beginning to end — gets its own degree of life cycle experience.  ~ Eve

“Closing The Cycle

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did…

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The Winter Kisses My Mother Goodnight

Originally posted on Songs of Fragile Thunder:

The lamplight breathes
shadows on my mother’s leaf-thin face.
Skin peels back, dried onions under wearied
sun, ribs that tear
through muscle flesh like javelins. Her skin crackles

under my palms, rice paper popping against
candied caramel. She is a rosebud not yet in bloom.

But the winter here weeps, marooned like ship
in shallow water, caressing her bow and tugging
on her stern.
She will never unfurl
if the cold doesn’t tiptoe from her hollow bones,
march in single file through a sigh from her lungs.

And my arms are heavy with the weight of her hair, tangled
nettlebush and tumbleweed. I brush through it
with my teeth, canines tugging along dips and ridges

I cannot bloom for her. She caresses
shattered picture frames with her eyelashes, inhales broken bones
with her wrists but hides them under the bed.
The sunlight, she says, will shame her for doing something…

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My First Class Was A Blast!

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

I signed up for a free, 6 or 8 week class, presented by a local newspaper here in New Hampshire. It is about writing  Memoirs.

My story.

It is about TRUTH ( though the publisher of Million Little Pieces could fill you in on more of that)

Our first homework is to write a piece on a harrowing experience lol how do I choose?  We could also do it on a person we had a relationship of some kind with and how that changed us.  Both tough for me as most of my long time followers know.

She went around and asked us to say why we were there and who we are.  There was a 83 year old man who said he came as he would like to tell the story of his family in a fun and lively way I can only hope I make it to that age…

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