Creativity

my art supplies sprawled out in my magical cottage

Creativity has surrounded me.  

It is oozing from my pours

Spilling out from my heart

And singing a song inside my head.

I feel connected

I feel centered

I feel like I am headed down the right path

I feel comfortable with myself

For a long time I was not comfortable with me

I was in the shadows

Hiding behind closed doors

Concealing my heart

But now I am colorful

Full of light

Feeling the world around me

And taking it all in

The things that surround me amaze me

Make me smile

Make me feel whole

They ignite a fire inside me, that won't go out

I adore this life,

I adore this little magical cottage I call my studio apartment

I adore my art supplies,

my camera, and my photos.

I adore the connection I get with others through these things.  

I am savoring life!

You gotta...

Flower garden at the Mohonk Mountain House, New Paltz NY

You gotta take the risk....that is what life is all about

*JMB

Taking it all in

Top of the Lemon Sqweeze, New Paltz NY

The sound of the leaves fluttering in the breeze

The radiant colors beaming from the trees

The stillness

The quiet

Soaking it all in

Hearing my footsteps along the path,

carrying me through the woods.

Holding me safely

Embracing my heart

Nature brings me back

Grounds me

Helps my soul de-clutter

It brings a smile to my face

Eases my fears

And makes me feel a little more comfortable with myself.  

I . . .

Wonderful Memories

A little glimpse into my amazing weekend.  I am still soaking in all the love I experienced!

The Girls!

The wonderful couple on there special day!

A great group of friends.  Thank you Brinker International for bringing all of us together!

What a wonderful weekend I had.  Filled with great friends, laughing, smiles, and sunshine.  It was a wedding that brought us all together, yet the weekend became more than that to all of us.  We bonded, we laughed, we shared stories, and had blast together.  It is amazing to me how working with people makes them feel like family to you.  And even when you don't work together anymore you still have that bond.  We may not see each other as much as we would like to but when we come together it is like we never left one another.   

I am so grateful to have each and every one of them in my life.

Thank you dear friends for always being there for me. 

Beautiful

New Paltz

Floating high above

Soaking in the world around me

Every color

Every scent

Everything

How beautiful this world is

How much is has to offer

How blessed I am in what surrounds me

This glorious day

This glorious life

Beautiful....Beautiful

Here I Am

New Paltz

I am breathing in the fresh air.

Tasting what life has to give.  

I am here.

I am open.

I am accepting what life is throwing me.

What are you accepting? 

I want to be....

Campfire at Wolf World

I don't get it....

I worry.... I fret...

I drive myself crazy.

I want to appear strong, am I a strong person?

I don't watch television, have no idea even the programs that are on.

I don't have much of a wardrobe...I tend to wear the same clothes over and over again...

but it is what I am comfortable in.  Does it matter that I am not a fashion guru?

Who am I?

I don't know....or do I?

Who could possibly care about me?

The real me....

The one who likes to shower twice a day, and wants to eat healthy (but loves chocolate), and read, and paint, and just plain soak up life.  The one who likes to laugh and be silly and do ridiculous things because they are fun.  The one who doesn't wear makeup..in fact knows nothing about it.  

Who could possibly love this person?  The person who likes to ride her shiny red bike with the basket around town, smiling and waving to strangers.  Spending hours in the library.  Who could possibly care about the person who cares more about laughing then about money?  The person who just wants to connect with others....

I feel like a stranger in this world.  I feel like people don't get me.  I am constantly apologizing for who I am.  

The writer....the painter...the photographer...who really isn't any of those things, but enjoys them.  I love to write...I love to paint...and I love to take photos...does that matter?

I am not good with the spoken word.  I get tongue tied and shy.  I don't know what to say.  And then I get embarrassed because I want to appear strong...I never want to appear weak. 

But sometimes I am sad.

And sometimes I cry.  

People hurt my feelings, and I bleed inside...don't we all?

I don't need much....some paint...a journal to write in...a book to read....I am happy that way.

But who would ever think I that is a good thing?  Who could possibly understand that the sound of the ocean eases my heart, and children's laughter lights up my soul?  Who could ever understand that I just want to be seen....I just want to be heard.  I am a person.

Sometimes I feel invisible.  

Sometimes I am scared.

I am ashamed to admit these feelings, but don't we all feel them?  Do we?

Oh goodness...

Oh goodness...