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Keep on Sailing I will be teaching this class on May 24th at 5:30 at Paper Crown in Oklahoma City. Call the store at 848-2389 to reserve your spot. Cost is 45.00. Bring your scissors, distress ink, and heat gun if you have one. All other supplies will be provided.  I have been a little obsessed with birds lately. I think it is partly due to the fact that my Mother would sit forever on my patio and watch birds and drink coffee. It was obvious she loved them. Sometimes she would know things we had said or done and when we would ask her how she knew that she would reply "A little birdie told me." Darn those birds! I often wished they would just keep their beaks shut!  Also in times of sadness I would marvel at their ability to just fly, high above everything. They are so small in comparison to us and yet they are brave. They battle the rain, the wind, stray cats and a myriad of other obstacles in their lives and yet they sing. They sing as if no one is listening...

Gethsemane by Ella Wheeler Wilcox In golden youth when seems the earth A Summer-land of singing mirth, When souls are glad and hearts are light, And not a shadow lurks in sight, We do not know it, but there lies Somewhere veiled under evening skies A garden which we all must see -- The garden of Gethsemane. With joyous steps we go our ways, Love lends a halo to our days; Light sorrows sail like clouds afar, We laugh and say how strong we are. We hurry on; and hurrying, go Close to the border-land of woe, That waits for you, and waits for me -- For ever waits Gethsemane. Down shadowy lanes, across strange streams, Bridged over by our broken dreams; Behind the misty caps of years, Beyond the great salt fount of tears, The garden lies. Strive as you may, You cannot miss it in your way. All paths that have been, or shall be, Pass somewhere through Gethsemane. All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass within the garden's gate; Must kneel alone in darkness the...

I saw this on Christy Tomlinson's blog and had to share. Plan B Life is all about how you handle Plan B. Plan A is always my first choice. You know, the one where everything works out to be happily every after. But more often than not, I find myself dealing with the upside-down, inside-out version.  Where nothing goes as it should. It's the point that the real test of my character comes in.. Do I sink, or do I swim?  do I wallow in self pity and play the victim, or simply shift gears and make the best of my situation?  The choice is all mine... life is all about how you handle Plan B. (Suzy Toronto)    This reminds me of my life and probably everyone else's. We all have an idea of what we think life should be, what we think will make us happy. The truth is, Plan A rarely happens and we can let it destroy us or embrace what is probably our true path. When I was a child, teenager or young adult I never dreamed I would have gone through what I have in my li...

I had so much fun with this group of ladies. Thank you so much for coming! Your pieces all looked amazing. Fran, Mary, Lisa and Amy working hard on their projects ( and talking a little.) Beth multi tasking, Barbara concentrating and Tiffany is there you just can't see her beautiful face. Mom and daughter - makes me smile Everyone except Tiffany, I don't know where she went. Sorry Tiffany. I can't wait to see you girls again! I am going to try and link the brownie recipe here. Man they were good if I do say so myself! http://www.browneyedbaker.com/2012/02/22/salted-caramel-chocolate-chip-cookie-bars/

We will be making this mixed media canvas at Paper Crown, Thursday, March 8th at 5:30. There are just a few spots left in this class. Cost is 45.00. Call Cindy at Paper Crown to reserve your spot. 405.848.8329

This is a picture I took last weekend while shooting a wedding for a friend. I love the simple image of a heart and the saying love hopes is so true. This particular friend has lost so much in the past several years and yet on this day her heart was full of hope. You could see it in her face, in her eyes when she looked up at the man she was marrying. So many losses and yet the hope of a future filled with love was there staring grief in the face. I don't know if it is appropriate for the photographer to have tears stream down their face during a wedding, but I couldn't help it. It was a spiritual experience for me. I'm sure the wedding didn't look exactly like the bride had envisioned it. There were people very dear to her that were not physically there, not by their choice, but by fate. And yet there was still joy, bittersweet tears, and hope. Hope for happiness and healing. Congratulations sweet friend.