Monday, February 20, 2012
THE GIFTS WITHIN
What a wonder how different we all are, I just love watching everyone doing their own special thing and finding pleasure in it.
What makes me sad is to see someone afraid to experiment, they are so intimidated by the talents of others that their creative juices freeze and they are unable to find real pleasure in their own work whether perfect or not. I was like that for so many years, insecure and feeling inadequate in everything I did, there were outside influences that intimidated me but it was my own inner fears that restricted my growth.
I did not accept myself for being who I was. being ill and having my life come to screeching halt taught me the value of self. I learned so much from that experience, it was a real life lesson that made me strong. I learned who I was and finally I accepted my imperfections plus I learned the magic of giving to others.
Why does it take so long for some to accept who we are. I have finally became comfortable in my own skin.
I approached my art for myself, I am no longer afraid to be judged because what I do I do for my satisfaction, and that freed my spirit, I have been so creative ever since. I can now accept rejection, I do not like it but I do understand, it is part of my growing experience, I know now what ever comes my way I will learn from it and I will grow stronger within. I also understand I will never be able to make perfect points it just is not in me , and butterflies strategical placed are a great tool.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again
I totally understand what you are saying. Hugs Mary
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