Going away

Going away makes me appreciate what I have; what I have learned of our tiny plot of land; how healthy and beautiful my animals are; how selfish I have been.   I got to do nothing... I took in the area the first day & the rest of the time I lied by the pool covered in sun screen. Ate till I could eat no more. Slept till my body would allow... and started over again.   I did cheat on my horses while I was gone, having a short run on the beach with Jerry's grandson Bryson. Other than that I calmed my heart mind and hopefully enough for my soul as well. It had been too long since my last get away and my body revolted as soon as I arrived shocking itself to a stop with no phone, internet, or electronics in our suite. Life is so much better having now been away again. Something I now long to do again sooner than later.

A Colorful World.

It is VERY late for me, but my mind runs wild with colors and textures. I picked up another magazine just yesterday and in doing so, my mind has picked up speed. The magazine I choose has increased my need for more artistic endeavors. So I got together some things in my house I refused to throw away, and was hoping to keep to inspire me. As of today keeping these things has started to pay off.

When I was MUCH younger I drew, painted and did anything I could with color and textures. I refused to throw away my brush collection. I have sense collected a few things that I love. The Chicken feathers from a farm I once lived, and the colorful feathers from my parrots.

I took pictures of a few of these things I like so much as my mind wanted More, I reached for a few more things and before I knew it I had my paints out. I wasn't sure I even had creativity still with in my mind, eyes, or hands. This is what playing around with the camera did for me tonight!

Hope it's not too bright for you, but I enjoyed the feeling of wet paints on my skin, the mixture of colors as I played. The feel of a brush in my hand felt as natural as it once did, but I am sure had I kept my mind fresh (as these last few days as only dusted the muck from the corners of my mind) I could have done things that could inspire others.

I have always seen life in terms of BRIGHT colors, no black very little white. Nothing is as defined as it is in scripture, a book or even most art. Life to me is only a mixture of what you make it, I make mine FULL of Colors like this tiny canvas.

I can only hope your life is as colorful as YOU like it!

Today started out well enough. I got through my chores; but on my way home from the barn for the first time in a week, I stopped to take some more pictures. While I have yet to post even 1/100th of what I have taken, I find it is the act of taking the pictures that inspires me to write.

So to continue my drive to the barn in description… up Hollywood Drive up this incredible little road there is an old corn crib that catches my attention each day, but no one has been at the house in order for me to stop and ask permission to take pictures. My parents taught me to never trespass, regardless it was not allowed, some things in my life have not changed.

This little corn crib is different every day, the rolling fog, the lazy sun, the trees around it. While my family didn’t have an existing corn crib by design we did have a building we housed all our yearly corn for the cattle. This little building brings back all those memories of walking into our corn crib and looking around to see all the wondrous tools no longer used, old, rusty, and lonely in my mind.

This corn crib I pass each day makes my mind wonder of old cattle, the day I got Spirit, the OLD Tobacco barn and its lovely smell. One of my favorite smells, the smell of dark fire tobacco in the fall. Days of playing in the old barn on Aunt Mary’s place, no longer there, but still vivid in my mind. How the road divided into pastures and a round about road so used the old truck had a hard time leaning hard to one side and eventually retired in my days. I wonder what ever came about that old road? The property long sold off, new houses, people who have no idea of its rich history. The property that housed the only mill in the area, the old family houses long gone and barely remembered at all. How sad the houses were compared to what now stands on that land.

It is amazing what driving by an old corn crib can do for your mind, memories, senses, and mood. One lone piece that puts my mind at ease and takes me back to riding in the truck with my Pawpaw when ever he allowed me to tag along.  Both I and what ever dog he had at the time would wait at full attention, not being able to ask to go; as Friend (the first dog I remember him having) couldn't ask and I wasn't allowed.  There were plenty of times he didn't take either of us, plenty of times only the dog was allowed, but when I went, we always took the dog with us.  To me it only ment we were going to have more fun, I had someone (the dog) to run around with when we stopped.