Let's Zentangle

Zentangling. Sounds like a dance doesn't it! Well, actually it's my latest discovery on how to pass the time when I don't want to think too much. All it takes is a pen, some paper, and patience. I could just casually doodle them, but being the perfectionist that I am, I take my time... a whole lot of time... to precisely draw the design.


I think my husband enjoys my Zentangling. I actually sit in the living room with him while he watches football, basketball, tennis or whatever. Maybe he considers it quality time.



Although this is glorified doodling, the name Zentangle has been copyrighted. You will find the originators' website at www.zentangle.com.

I'm thankful for my desire to create.







Exodus 31:3 "I have filled him with the Spirit of God, with ability and intelligence, with knowledge and all craftmanship to devise artistic designs...."

Psalm 151

Psalm 151

Sing to the Lord, all you people,
Sing to our great Creator God!
He has given us many gifts for our pleasure.

Sing thanksgiving for sight –
To view the brilliant sunsets,
and the stars and all of nature.
The smile of a loved one.

Sing thanksgiving for hearing –
To listen to the mockingbird’s song,
and the crunch of dry leaves under foot.
The laughter of a baby.

Sing thanksgiving for smell –
To enjoy the jasmine in bloom on the trellis,
and the earthy forest moss.
Fresh cut grass.

Sing thanksgiving for touch –
To feel the gentle breeze against a face,
and the softness of angora wool.
A hug.

Sing thanksgiving for taste –
To experience the sweetness of the strawberry,
and the tartness of the grapefruit.
The jalapeno’s bite.

Sing to the Lord, all you people,
He blesses us with five senses.
O, that we may never take them for granted.
Sing thanksgiving for Life.

Baby Joshua, born July 9, 2009

I've Learned a Lesson

There was a time when this photo really spoke to me. It wasn't long ago when I seemed to be bombarded with the idea of "solitude."

....while reading a book, there it was
.... a devotional would speak of the need
.... a quote would come from nowhere.
.... but most of all, I'd find myself wanting to run away for a day, or a week, not understanding what was driving these thoughts.


When I found this photo, I had a longing to be there, to have that book be mine. To have the cup bear my lip print. The photo made me feel comfortable. I decided I needed to write about it on my blog.
But that was then.
Now as I try to express my feelings, I can't. I should have done it when the mood hit. It probably would have made for a more interesting post.

Matthew 14:23 ...He went up into the hills to pray. Night fell while he was there alone.

Letter to Different Time

Dear Suzie,
I wish I could sit down with you at this stage in your life…the year of this picture. If only I could be with you to teach you some important things about yourself. Soon, after Mom dies, you will leave Buffalo and move to Wisconsin with Grandma. It will be a good move, creating some of the happiest years of your childhood.

As I look back over those years, I realize you will wander through life not really being aware of who you are. Not the superficial “who you are”, but the deep-down-inside “who you are.” As far as I can remember, no one ever taught you how to live life to its full potential. I feel I’ve also failed in this area with your future children. I really believe, Suzie, that after all these many years, I’m only now learning "who we are."
I want to talk to you about an incident that will happen the day you begin the fifth grade. Unfortunately, you will not be able to respond to it in a positive manner. And, considering that I have it in my memory today, it will be something that you will carry with you for the rest of your life.
A boy, new to the school, will come to your classroom. His name is Harvey. Nice boy, son of the new minister in town. His father will leave him in the classroom and Harvey will run to the cloakroom window to watch him go. He will cry. Kids will laugh at him….but not you. You will hurt for him. That’s because you will know how he feels. You see, you experienced the same thing just the year before when Dad took you away to live in Milwaukee. But happily you returned to Grandma's house after that year was over.
Unfortunately, you will be too afraid to go to Harvey and try to comfort him. You will be too young to know how to do that…and much too shy. But it's okay. There are so many lessons to learn.

Harvey, I’m sorry I didn't help you that day.

Sheets Revisited

Just wanted to share the birthday card daughter Dana made for me yesterday. This card was created because of a conversation our family had last Thanksgiving. Check out my post from November 2008 entitled "Sheets."

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine. ~~Found somewhere in the Bible :0)

The Simple Life

Remember the phrase, “biting off more that you can chew”? Perhaps I’m about to do that. In this post I plan to make a statement about the purpose of life. Me!...a middle-60’s woman without a completed college degree is about to address a subject that has been discussed by the greatest philosophers throughout the ages.

Until just recently, I believed there was something "great" that God wanted me to do with my life. This thinking was especially vivid after being healed of cancer. There was a purpose for this healing…he had a special plan for my life. I just needed to find it. I’m sure I am not alone in this quest to find a purpose.

Well…here I am after four years…still wondering what the “great thing” is!

Recently I’ve been reading books by Donald Miller, Jim Palmer, Rob Bell, and the Bible. They all seem to point to the same thing. It’s a simple thing, really. As Jim Palmer puts it in his book Wide Open Spaces: “God’s purpose for me, for you, for everyone is to know him.” That's it.

Look what the apostle Paul says in Philippians 3:10…”For my determined purpose is that I may know him [that I may progressively become more deeply and intimately acquainted with him, perceiving and recognizing and understanding the wonders of His person more strongly and more clearly.]” (Amplified version)

To carry it a bit further, I think it all boils down to the two commandments that Jesus instructed us to do. I appreciate the way William Young (author of The Shack) puts it on his blog…”Love God, love your neighbor as yourself, and love yourself. Then go help people because you love them.”

I’m beginning to believe this is the purpose for my life. Excuse me while I go to chew on it for awhile.



Jesus himself said, (John 17:3) Now this is eternal life: that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.”

Blessing Takes a Strange Form

Sometimes God uses the most unusual circumstances to speak to me. Perhaps it’s because when I’m wrapped up in the norm, I fail to see His leading. Such was my day yesterday.

As an artist, there are days that I just can’t get it together. No matter what I produce, I see it as crap. I experienced a day like that in class yesterday. My reaction to failure was so extreme that I wanted to pack up all my art supplies and sell them at a garage sale.

I went from that attitude to…”what is the purpose of my life anyway? Nothing I do is worth anything.” God healed me from cancer four years ago and I feel that I’ve wasted those years. What monumental thing for God have I done during those four years? NOTHING!

It’s at those emotional times I head out to walk the mountain in our neighborhood. I have two special places I go to talk to God. After arriving at my “prayer rock” I laid my hand on the huge boulder and cried “Lord, I need to know my purpose…I need to know the direction you want me to go.” As I was standing there in the silence, I began to hear a strange sound…a humming that grew louder and louder. I looked up and saw a cloud of insects heading straight towards me. My first thought was of the “killer bees” which we have here in Arizona. All I could do was stand totally still hoping they would pass and not notice me.

After they passed I realized they were headed in the direction of the path that would take me back down the mountain. I wasn’t about to go that way just in case they were lying in wait! Instead, I decided to take an unknown trail in the opposite direction. I remember telling God that I hoped the direction I was walking would take me where I needed to go rather than up to the top of the mountain. Eventually the path began a downward slope, and ahead I saw the parking lot at the bottom of the path. In that moment I understood He will lead me, even if I don’t realize He’s doing it.

As for the purpose of life….That will be my next post.

Melody of Mirth

Today I found another message on the wrapper of a Dove candy piece. It's funny how these messages speak to me. This one says "Lose yourself in a moment."

I was reminded of a special moment a few days ago. It was one of those days when I wasn't feeling quite like myself...spirits down. The morning sun was shining through the open window accompanied by a refreshing breeze. A beautiful golden glow showered the room. Those things alone should have been enough to lift my spirits, but they didn't.

Suddenly, an all too familiar sound caught my ear from just outside the window. A mockingbird song. The melody of the mockingbird is delightful, cheery, and sometimes even funny. I found myself chuckling quietly. The smile felt good to my face. All it took was one small bird to release me from my heaviness. I was definitely "Lost in the moment."

Draw Beauty from every flower and Joy from the song of the birds. Listen to a bird. Take the song as a message from My Father. Let it sink into your soul. It will be given back to the world again by you in the form of a smile or a loving word or a kind thought or a prayer. Laugh more, laugh often. Love more. I am with you. I am your Lord.
~God Calling, March 11

"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork." ~Psalm 19:1

I really must wear my glasses

I read today on my yahoo page that those killer tomatoes are at it again. The headline read "Midwest tomatoes destroy homes...some roads flooded."

But on closer examination, I realized they were tornadoes, not tomatoes.

Where are those glasses when I need them!

How often do we think of this?

From a reading in God Calling....
"How little man knows and senses My need! My need of Love and Companionship.
I came "to draw men unto Me," and sweet it is to feel hearts drawing near in Love, not for help, as much is for tender comradeship.
Many know the need of man; few know the need of Christ."

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." Revelation 3:20

Taken from God Calling, February 29

Photo compliments of my camera

Need I say more?

James 4:14 "How do you know what will happen tomorrow? For your life is like the morning fog--it's here for a little while, then it's gone."

Photo compliments of the wrapper from my DOVE dark chocolate candy. Thank you, DOVE, for the reminder.

I Think I'm Hooked!

I'm constanting discovering interesting things on the internet, with the latest being art journaling. Just enter "art journaling" into Google search and see what people are doing. I've experimented with it in the past, but usually didn't know what subject or theme to journal about. As of last night, I've become serious about it.

I use the devotional book God Calling often since my bout with cancer and have highlighted many sentences that touched me spiritually and emotionally. Last night, I became inspired to take those passages and represent them visually in my art journal.

Well, I've been working all evening, and although it's past midnight, I need to report my excitement. What fun I've had creating. The picture here is part of the page I created... the portion which represent the year past. The following is the text from which it is taken:

(January 1) I stand between the years. The Light of My Presence is flung across the year to come - the radiance of the Sun of Righteousness. Backward, over the past year, is My Shadow thrown, hiding trouble and sorrow and disappointment.

Bury every fear of the future, of poverty for those dear to you, of suffering, of loss. Bury all thought of unkindness and bitterness, all your dislikes, your resentments, your sense of failure, your disappointment in others and in yourselves, your gloom, your despondency, and let us leave them all, buried, and go forward to a new and risen life.

I encourage you to try art journaling. You don't have to be an artist. You don't have to make a pretty picture. The only requirement is ... you must have fun!

You can find God Calling here:

http://www.twolisteners.org/January%201%20-%2015.htm