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Always Something to Be Grateful For….

Posted in Blessings with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 21, 2012 by Tanya

 

In the grand scheme of things, I doubt that I am any different than most other folks. Although I do tend to toss in the occasional curve ball now and then, just for giggles and to keep everyone on their toes. 🙂

 

Most days, I tend to remain pretty positive and optimistic and focus on trying to leave a little something, that perhaps wasn’t here the day before. But every once in awhile, despite my best efforts, one of those dreary, sorta days sneak in and try to rain on my parade. Unfortunately, although I’d like to believe I’m simply immune to them now…Truth is, I’m still just as vulnerable as everyone else.

 

There are still times, when a careless comment is able to pierce this rusty, old armor and derive even the smallest amount of pain. And although I’d also like to believe that I’m basically, pretty well ‘behaved,’ even I have my moments when I know with complete certainty that I could throw the mother of all tantrums, crushing everything in my wake. That’s usually about the time a little alarm sounds off somewhere deep inside of me and I realize that I’ve strayed horribly off course.

 

Reeling myself back in and regaining my composure and a proper sense of perspective can sometimes be an excruciatingly daunting task, particularly when my emotions are involved. But as I’ve grown older, I’ve also come to realize that harboring any ill feelings or negativity towards others is beyond detrimental to me. It ultimately robs me of all of those wonderful facets that have evolved into who I am today. And at this point in my life, I don’t intend to relinquish that for anyone.

 

It’s taken alot of soul searching, self inventory, mis-steps, mistakes and growth to get to this place in time….but it was worth it.

 

Now, when faced with those things, people, comments or actions which threaten to steer me off course, I try to refocus my energy in the direction of gratitude instead. The negativity doesn’t warrant my attention and serves no purpose other than to derail me and inflict pain in some way…so I choose to dismiss it.

 

When I turn my attention towards gratitude, I begin to uncover the blessings that surround me on a daily basis and my spirit is immediately uplifted. A very simple, but effective technique for placing distance between myself and negativity. It seems I always manage to come full circle…just to discover what I’ve really, always had. A gentle reminder, I suppose, to slow down occasionally and breathe in my surroundings and the blessings that abound.

 

It’s that attitude of gratitude that lifts me to where I need to be and reminds me that I genuinely have so very much to be thankful for in my life. When I take this attitude into each new day and share it in some small way, with the hope of brightening someone else’s day…how can blessings do anything BUT multiply?

 

There is always, always, always….’Something’ to be Grateful for.

 

I’m’ just me’…but I want to be the ‘best me’ I can possibly be.

 

Have an absolutely wonderful day 🙂

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In Progress….

Posted in Artwork with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 4, 2012 by Tanya

I’ve been working on some new projects lately, experimenting between acrylics, oils and mixed mediums. Thought I would share some of the progress. All feedback is welcome and gratefully appreciated.

Dunes

Tattoo

Forest Falls

Seascape

Mirage

Reflections

 

 

The Chrysalis Project

Posted in Pulseline with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2012 by Tanya

Like most children, I spent a good portion of my youth fantasizing about who I might become when I grew up. And although there were a multitude of choices to select from, I usually exercised the child’s prerogative to change my mind on a daily basis. However; one of the things I always knew I would become was an Artist.  Even at such a young and impressionable age, I also knew that more than anything else in my lifetime, I wanted to discover a way to simply ‘Touch Souls.’ Although a clear method for this phrase has continued to elude me, the underlying concept has never changed.

Much of my adulthood has been centered within the Human Service arena, a surprising, yet rewarding detour into the lives of countless, extraordinary people. Artistically, my experiences have been varied and rewarding also, but not quite the particular caliber I would prefer. So I continue to challenge myself to be accountable and to strive towards excellence in every respect.

While contemplating all of this recently, I was struck by the realization that although I had always assumed my first love to be art, it was actually a close second to helping others.  Why something that was right in front of me had managed to elude me for so long is beyond me. But from this realization was born an idea….a brand new project to satisfy both passions in a creative arena meant to inspire, encourage and engage people in helping each other through random works of heART.

I have been working diligently to set up another website and accompanying blog with all of the specific details. I am absolutely elated at the prospect of sharing this project with everyone and hope with all of my heart that it creates the ripple effect I expect.

As soon as the sites are completed and ready for debut, I will post the appropriate links here.

In the meantime, have an absolutely wonderful day!

Change

Posted in Random Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2012 by Tanya

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. – Anatole France

I sometimes struggle with the incredible magnitude that change evokes.  Though I bear no regrets for anything I have experienced in my lifetime thus far, I have grieved some of the losses wrought by change.  Although I am wise enough to realize that change is a necessary catalyst toward growth, I am also well aware that movement in one direction also signifies distance from another. Sometimes, the need for distance is both obvious and welcomed. But what about those instances when the heart is completely unprepared for what change is about to manifest?

 

During those times, change can wreak havoc on an unsuspecting heart, leaving a multitude of feelings in its wake. Though change, by mere definition is inevitable, the ramifications are far less immediately discernible. What we are then left with is a palpable confusion that sometimes, leaves a bitter residue in our memories. Yet still, I feel no regret, but rather a thirst for understanding and perhaps compassion for what occurred. In lieu of angry words and bitterness, I have struggled over the years to elevate my thoughts to a place of understanding and empathy. Although this is rarely an easy task, it is vital to my ability to ascertain some semblance of comprehension and movement towards positive change.

 

I believe that there are various degrees of melancholy which emerge in the shadows of change, but this also seems to be a natural progression towards growth. If not for the depths of our experiences and the melange of feelings, where might we garner the wisdom imperative to proceed toward authenticity and securing our life’s purpose?

 

Change is unequivocally impartial. It effects all people, places and things in its path without reservation or hesitation. We, the recipients, are left to clear the clutter, garner what knowledge we can decipher and carry on to the promise of new heights. While doing so, tuck the memories worth treasuring close to your heart…these are undeniably part of the lessons you were meant to learn….stepping stones, to bring you a bit closer, to where you were always meant to be.

Disconnected

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 29, 2012 by Tanya

I thought of you today

And wondered how you’ve been.

It’s been awhile now

And then, those letters

I’d meant to send.

Times are tough all over

You know how things can get,

What with kids & work & bills & things

Just slipped my mind

I guess.

I’ve picked up the phone

A hundred times

And knew that I should call,

But it was always too late

Or too Early,

So I just didn’t call at all.

I knew I should

Just make the trip

It’s really not that far,

But then,

There’s the price of gasoline

And the hassles with the car.

I read about you

In the paper tonight,

And I just can’t believe you’re gone…

I should have made the time for you

While you were…with me…

All along.

At What Point in Time

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 26, 2012 by Tanya

At what point in time
did it become vital
to cross my legs at the knees
before a simple sneeze,
or cross a room
and have to rest
before I start to wheeze?

At what point in time
when I sat
did things settle
and the effort
require a nap,
when did I switch
between the pot & the kettle
and suddenly
desire a map?

At what point in time
did I start losing my teeth
where dentures
were the only choice,
and between the heartburn & snoring
I cringe
at the sound
of my voice?

At what point in time
did I simply relent
to wish on a star
just to open a jar
and despite my bodys descent,
Prayed for WD40
and begged the dear Lord
would He
mend all the joints
that were spent?

At what point in time
did my arms begin to recede
and shrivel too short to read,
why does the simple
act of standing
cause my knees
to plead?

At what point in time
did I develop
a counter balance
between my belly & bum,
why is it I barely
remember my name
or even where I’m from?

At what point in time
did my clothes cease to fit,
and my breasts
drop below
where I usually sit?

At what point in time
did my thighs
start to rub,
I fear the friction
may cause a fire,
I’m afraid, I could cry
and I don’t want to fry,
but the thought of running
makes me perspire.

At what point in time
did I start to send for a friend
when I merely
wanted to bend,
and though I never
intend to offend,
the farts depart more
in the end.

At what point in time
did I develop whiskers
and require various razors & creams,
when did I realize
with certainty,
I had Sasquatch
in my genes?

At what point in time
did my sense of smell
get shot to hell
and my age no longer lie,
when did passing a mirror
make me want to hide?

My reflection
is a joke
an image I’d like to poke,
wrinkles & sags
a hag wrapped in bags,
who I haven’t
the strength
to choke.

At what point in time
did creaks & groans
take the place
of sheets & moans,
and why now
when I’m grown,
would my mind be blown,
if I found myself
ALONE?

Beyond Justice to Mercy

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 26, 2012 by Tanya

It seems I’ve imagined you

Most of my life

The source of my anger & strife.

Caught in the madness

The tears and the sadness

I’d imagined you

Out of my life.

Bound by my anger

Heart wounded & stripped

I demanded my right

To be heard.

Unscathed by your words

And led by my pride

I shut the door on compassion

And pulled justice inside.

Where is the mercy

That I’d hoped to find

It seems in my anger

I’d left it behind.

Now here I find you

Alone with your tears

Embraced with compassion

After all of these years.

No need to remember

Nothing to forgive

All these years wasted

In an effort to live.

Where is the angry

Heart that once fell

Victim to justice

Casting mercy toward Hell.

Wrapped in the arms

Of a grace unknown

Filled with a love

I might never have shown.