At that precise moment, I also heard that still, small, inner voice say – “Painting.” I looked down at my hands, and I smiled, “Painting?, I said this aloud. Then, I thought. “Of Course, it is painting!” Painting is a companion to my hands! I had to laugh at this connection.
What is there about my hands?
A quick glance at my hands revealed it all.
Continue reading →The painting of my father standing on the Fombell Bridge shows him in his final decade of life. I owned the Fombell General Store during the early 80s, and Dad loved to come out there to the country to visit while I was working. I snapped a photo of him one day, standing on the bridge and looking down at the stream below. I painted this picture from one of the photos of that day. When I was not busy with customers, I had a little easel set up in the office and I painted there during the winter months when business was slow…
Continue reading →Begin.
Begin Again.
Begin – Began – Begun – Beginning Again – Keep on Beginning.
Begin with EXUBERANCE.
Stop whatever you are doing, and enjoy a song to lift your heart
If you are new to my blog posts, I am an author and an artist, who lives in western Pennsylvania.
Each Sunday, I post a new article on a certain blessing. Today’s blessing is a new beginning.
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Today I take my readers way BACK to the very first BLESSING I wrote about in December in 2015.
I chose my ONE WORD for that year.
EXUBERANCE!
