Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2009


It humbled my ego and stretched my soul.
It awakened me to eternity. It made me know my own humanity,
my own mortality, my own limits.
It gave me whatever crumbs of wisdom I possess today.
-Erica Jong

I made a few Mother's day cards. You can find them here if you're interested.
We are knee deep in renovation, but I hope to share some pictures soon!:)
Have a lovely Tuesday...

Monday, April 20, 2009

Tell our Daughters

tell our daughters
by Besmilr Brigham
a girl is born
like a little bird opening its wing
she lifts her face
in a down of feathers
a rose
opens its leaves
with such natural care
that we give words for
petal deep
in the imagination
a word becomes
a bitter thing
or a word is
an imagination
tell our daughters they are
fragile as a bird
strong as the rose
deep as a word
and let them make
their own growing time
big with tenderness

Thursday, January 22, 2009


Can you say freezing? We're not snowed under, but it's 30 degrees here in Central Florida. Which means hats, and gloves, and lots of layers. I wish there was snow to go with it!

I've been working on lots of goodies for my etsy shop. I found these 4 x4 " frames and I've been filling them with the She Said series. I'll let you know as soon as I update the shop.

These are some beautiful magnets I'm having made. They measure 2 1/2 x 2 1/2" and have a nice quarter inch acrylic base. They are heavy duty and very well made. They will be in the shop update too!

Side view of the magnets...
A new painting just for mommy's. It measures 12 x 12 and is handpainted on scrapwood. I used a beautiful scrapbooking paper for the flowers.

And some "bling"...It is sealed with a glossy varnish and ready to hang!
I want to share with you one of my favorite poems. I've always loved poetry and this poem comes from one of my favorite books: Claiming the Spirit Within.
I Stop Writing the Poem
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.
- Tess Gallagher