Saturday, February 25, 2012

Whats the Story Morning Glory.

During my research today eyeball deep into dada and loving it my soul was struck through the heart
with a familiarty of circumstances undone in the seemingly glamorous and wistful momma bella.
"She occupies center stage unaware her throngs of minions are not in her picture frame.
Poor little Lucy a wall between them and barely a window to see." 
A snippet in the day of a life of yet another flawed family.
I am painfully aware of  mothers whose daughters can not get close to and all the brokeness and pain and if lucky
repaired and mended and better for it. I was not aware of this growing up as my own mother is the ilk that every mother should hope to be.
Having a loving, caring, close, warm, safe mother I naturally thought all moms were good and decent and loved there children. 
Now seeing the damage that just one wicked mother can do to her children is beyond words my heart aches and I want to run and hug my mother and tell her just exactly how special and perfect she is. Please G-D send us a thousand more like her!
What ever the artist intent or design I cannot know but this is what my minds eye saw and felt. Though sad the tale the more precious the art appears.
Art what a beautiful way to show it!


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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Fab Feb

February is here... and whoosh...it's almost gone! It has been  80ยบ just like it was this day in 1985 when I brought my daughter home from the hospital I remember it like it was yesterday. I added the picture cube on the side to commemorate the 1980s.
On another Note.....
I am STILL doing my YOGA every morning and feeling better it is amazing regardless how hard it is to move my joints and muscles with the pain of FIBRO I feel better and I am actually enjoying it.
Sometimes I may collapse on the mat in tears but most of all I laugh at myself - wouldn't you like to see a clip of it on Youtube! NOT! Don't worry no such vid exists! HAHA!
Really though that time alone just for me no one to bother me the world be damned I am in my own little bubble the worries of the day melt away and nothing else matters. Who wouldn't like that kind of peace while doing your body good You would think I was a grand master now after two whole months haha I have a looong way to go if I ever even arrive but if I continue on this path as I plan I will happy for what I can do.
Namaste

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Whats the Story Morning Glory.

During my research today eyeball deep into dada and loving it my soul was struck through the heart

with a familiarty of circumstances undone in the seemingly glamorous and wistful momma bella.

She occupies center stage unaware her throngs of minions are not in her picture frame.

Poor little Lucy a wall between them and barely a window to see. 

A snippet in the day of a life of yet another flawed family.

I am painfully aware of  mothers whose daughters can not get close to and all the brokeness and pain and if lucky

repaired and mended and better for it. I was not aware of this growing up as my own mother is the ilk that every mother should hope to be.

Having a loving, caring, close, warm, safe mother I naturally thought all moms were good and decent and loved there children. 

Now seeing the damage that just one wicked mother can do to her children is beyond words my heart aches and I want to run and hug my mother and tell her just exactly how special and perfect she is. Please G-D send us a thousand more like her!

What ever the artist intent or design I cannot know but this is what my minds eye saw and felt. Though sad the tale the more precious the art appears.

Art what a beautiful way to show it!


 

Just the morning | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

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