“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.” -An Ancient Chinese Belief. Did you ever meet someone and just know that it was magical? I have a group of women that we meant online while art journaling The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown. We try to meet up once a year. I had a road trip planned to meet 2 members of our group this April then Covid-19 hit and we were in lockdown. It saddens me because I will never meet one of our members Maggie. Maggie was the Matriarch of the group. A spry , wise woman , someone who thought for herself. She died in late July. May she rest peacefully. This is the center page of an art journal that we all drew on. It has been all over the world. We are all connected. The bracelets were a gift from Maggie. Be kind to one another. We are all connected. 💕✨MPC
“But sometimes, unexpectedly, a quiet moment finds us and we drop down into the life we have beneath all the rushing and the trying and the endless daily details, sinking into the fertile soil of the sometimes neglected inner life, where the seeds of remembering what matters are planted. What comes from that place when we give it half a chance flowers in our lives and the world, creating unexpected changes in the direction of our journey and offering unanticipated blessings to us and those around us.” ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer Slowing down and appreciating this very moment. Quietly listening to the birdsong. A cup of coffee in the garden. I wish you a very gentle day. 💕✨ MPC
Remember that there is meaning beyond absurdity. Know that every deed counts, that every word is power…Above all, remember that you must build your life as if it were a work of art. Abraham Joshua Heschel Social Distancing and creating art with people I llove. The paintings that are a work in progress continue to bring me joy. May you find snippets of joy in this very heavy world. Look in the ordinary, I believe that is where you will find it. 💕✨ MPC
The world is so heavy right now. Time to get grounded . What lit you up as a child? It was always solitude, writing, drawing, music and play. May you find time to take a breath, recenter and play today. 💕✨MPC
“Most scientists believe that birds sing in the morning as a sign to their mates to indicate that they made it through the night and are still alive, able and willing. “ Jeff Goins Maybe that is why we make art. To say we are still here. I hope you are doing well today. Making art, while social distancing outside. 💕✨MP
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with love like that. It lights up the sky. Rumi Wishing you friendship like the sun. 💕✨MPC
It all began 11 years ago when my Mother was in a nursing home in Redford. She called me and asked me if I would join her for the musical program. I agreed, I always enjoyed spending time with her. That is where the magic began. The guitarist was great, his energy was contagious and his smile lit up the room. My Mom sang along to the music he played and I saw her spirit lifted. I watched the sleepy Alzheimer patients perk up and sing along. The music danced and played all throughout the room, we joined in with clapper hands, tambourines and there was even some dancing going on. Every time that year the guitarist came to play, I got a call from Mom asking me to join her. I wouldn’t miss the guitarist show for the world. I am forever grateful for the shared experience and the wonderful moments, as that was my Mom’s last year of life. During that year I got to know the guitarist better; his name was Paul (aka Cat Canyon), we liked similar music, and we had great conversations. I started to go to some of his shows at wineries and breweries. His fans are the best, friendly and welcoming . Every show continued to be a great experience. When Cat decided to make his own music, his own words, I knew it would be great. His talent is beyond amazing. He asked if I would listen to a song and then draw a piece of art for his new CD. One day in December he came to my art studio and played his guts out. I fell in love with the song and was inspired to create some pieces. I am so honored to be a part of his journey.
When I think of my life and all the music that has touched my heart, I can’t imagine a life with out songs and lyrics and melodies. Think of the places your heart goes when you hear your favorite song. Songs transport you to a different time and spark memories. I have songs that remind me of people and put a smile on my face. I have morning songs, songs I paint to, songs to dance and cook to as well. My husband and I have “our song”. What is your favorite song?