Heart, this word has a distinctive meaning for each of us…Spirit, Mind, Compassion, Sympathy, Empathy, Kindness, Tenderness, Affection…and LOVE I started making my hand sewn felt hearts as a Random Act of Kindness.
I pass out the small beaded hearts to Women and children at my local crisis center, as a symbol to let them know someone is thinking about them.
I have found such an over whelming happiness through this simple act and have received so many thankful smiles, I wanted to share my Hearts with you.
Hang a Heart in a window, a tree, pass one along to a friend or elderly loved one, these Hearts are full of Hope and Happiness and everything you can imagine, so send Love and Light and Kindness and help make someone’s day.
(Hearts will have ribbon for hanging when shipped)
Need some inspiration
Retirement home volunteer
Meal on Wheels Volunteer
Pet Shelter volunteer
Local fire House
I post the Hearts I have ready to ship.
If you need a special order please contact me…
Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Thursday, October 17, 2013
How do you reflect back on your life? After all your still here, you’re still young and you’re moving at the speed of light. At least I am. My sister called me last night the first time in a while, we aren’t able to talk much due to the fact she is busy and I am busy, the world turns and we all run round and round so not to fall off the edge.
She had news, my sister about an old high school friend who I had not see, talked to or regrettably had not thought of in many years. Our conversation started with “Hi sis, how are you doing?” “Fine” I answer “What‘s up” wanting to get right to the point of her calling
“I have sad news, Tina died about two hours ago” she said. “What, really I didn’t even know she was sick. (Cancer) We talked for a few more minutes and promised to keep closer in touch.
After we hang up I gave it all of fifteen minutes to think how truly sad it was that my friend was gone and at an early age 47, then it was back to my nightly chores and taking care of my own family, forgetting that she was my family first. We spent our middle and high schools years together and grew into young adults, before I would marry many years later and be blessed to have two girls to drive me crazy and fill up my arms at night.
Tina and I ran together, partied together, got in trouble together and grew up together. We spent years getting to know each other and becoming the people are now, only to have a falling out over WHAT I cannot tell you now.
Time passes and paths separate, tomorrows come and go without a word of forgiveness uttered. I guess what all this rambling is adding up to is this, (Forgive.)
Pain is unavoidable we all feel it and we all hand it out, but it’s how we handle the pain that intersects with in our lives. Holding a grudge, or waiting for the other person to admit defeat can leave you hollow. There’s an ach in your heart that sits and wait for relief, you tell yourself if that’s the way the other person want to act, then I guess it’s over. Holding your prisoner by not forgiving can eat you alive.
I do not have a chance now to make up with my lost friend, she is gone and I sit here with regret wondering why in this world of internets, cell phones, Facebook and more I could find a way to say Hey, how are you.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Friday, September 28, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Last night as I was sitting in bed I heard this soft tapping coming from outside my window, as I stepped closer to see what could be making the sound, turns out it was my husband trying to catch my attention by tossing pebbles at my window.
Scott, as he likes to be know as, wanted to show me the double rainbow coloring the twilight sky.
I remember as a child reading a book about a double rainbows and how they were good luck to all who were lucky enough to witness one.
Well, luck be mine, I see you hanging there in the clouds and will pass along all you bring my way.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
My shop is called The Bird and the Pumpkin...I paint Story Boxes....these little boxes express your childhood, past and present day life.
A day at the beach or maybe a family drive into the country to pick the 1st pumpkin of the fall season...
Each box is a story that lets you walk down memory lane or helps you create a new one altogether...
What a lovely way to save whatever it is you have to keep close to your heart...
My story box holds drawings and photos from my childhood and was built for me by my Grandfather who knew I would one day have a great story to tell. He was right, the story that is my life is a book full of sweet smiles, warm friendships and crazy handshakes from strangers who have become my family.
I paint what I believe to be where I what to be, who I am and where I am going...
Do you see yourself in one of these Story boxes too.
Step over to my Etsy shop (one word) thebirdandthepumpkin type in shops and there you go
your Story box is waiting for you.
See you soon
Thursday, May 31, 2012
I love to paint, for me there is nothing more fun than to sit with brush in hand and add color to whatever I hold in my hands...Here are a few items I have painted for my Etsy.com shop