Looking In The Mirror

My Mother was born in the Congo,
My Father came from the Stars,
Together they built the pyramids.
From a dark hole I was born.
Divine hands raised me,
To the light of the night sky,
Now I shine in perfect light.
For a thousand years I sat alone,
Thinking-I cupped water in my hands,
No words I write are untrue.
I am old, and young, and middle aged.
All my sisters are Queens.
All my brothers are Kings.
I've been called a brat and a snot,

What care I what they think of me.

Cow Crap

Finding the answer to the mystery of yellow snow and ice.

Who's Been Munching On My MoJo?

Who's been munching on my mojo? I'm guessing some of my four legged friends likes sweetgrass, and that's ok, last week was really cold and snowy, so they must have stop by in the night for a nibble at my fencepost art work.

What Are Large Canvas Oil Paints Good For?

Had to nail the back door to the cabin closed because the wind kept blowing it open. Several weeks later when it started getting real cold, I nailed a blanket over the door frame. The problem with the front door was a little more tricky to handle. When you can see daylight all around the door jamb, you know ya got a draft problem. When the temperature drops to below zero degrees, and the cold creeps in like unwelcome ghosts, it's time to get creative and come up with a solution fast... can't nail the front door shut for obvious reasons. Well, maybe I could, but then I would have to crawl in and out a window...not real practical. 

So as the snow kept piling up outside, Sarah and me cuddled in front of the woodstove. I thought about crying for a moment or two, then it came to me, use an old painting canvas I had rolled up in the closet.

The good thing is, the painting though not finished (someday I'll get more paint), is rather bright with colour. My painting canvas helps cut down on icy drafts, and it warms my soul with memories of earler times.