In My Garden

April 18, 2016

 

 

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constant gardener II

How beautiful have these days been!!! I always love the springtime, the windows in my house are opened to let the breezes blow the cobwebs out, freshen up everything and revive my senses. I plant new plants and see our strawberries from last year have wintered over and are producing beautiful red berries. The iris moved from mama’s yard are blooming purple and bright yellow. She loved those iris and I am happy to say they are thriving. It reminds me of her yard, lovingly tended to with a grand baby at her side, neighbors walking by, just a sense of content being that is so hard to achieve in this world.

The first things to bloom here in Northwest Florida are my snow drops. I especially love these because they were brought over from our family home on the Outer Banks by my grandmother. then my mother transplanted them to her home and now I am the happy recipient of their beauty. There is a family story that my great grandfather held up one and commented on God’s perfection of detail on these small snowy white bells with green dots. I know he died when they are in bloom because my great Aunt Sister tucked one in his lapel when he was laid to rest.

I feel so close to God, especially when I am outside working the soil and planting,weeding, planning. There is something very healing in being in a garden. I like to think my deceased gardening loved ones are smiling as I pull weeds and divide plants. I was talking to a friend recently and we laughed thinking about these loved ones tending to Heaven’s garden, which I am sure there is one. For some reason I picture it as the most beautiful of all gardens and every leaf and flower and droplet of water is praising God. Glorifying Him with all that is in them. In my garden, I am covered with dirt, blisters on my hands, hair tousled and smiling the biggest smile… thank you Lord for your beauty, attention to detail and for loved ones who passed on an appreciation for your world.

Love,   <><  Suzanne

 

Missing Home

November 17, 2015

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I have been going, going, and gone for awhile now. Preparing for art shows, teaching classes, making ornaments…. I want to slow down, spend some time with my Lord, quiet time to realign myself, to listen, to rest and invigorate . I want to go home to Blountstown where I hail from but have not lived there for many years. I want to sit by the Apalachicola or Chipola river and just watch the water go by, I want to crunch leaves down a forgotten path, I want to go to old homesteads where family meals were shared along with old stories, good food, good people. I am missing home. I miss burn piles, leaf piles, hot chocolate with marshmallows, corduroy pants, flannel shirts, playing with cousins, hearing my name being hollered out to come wash up for supper… or dinner. I miss faces and voices that are gone now . I even miss deer being dressed in the back yard, and bags full of soft quail… knowing that a wonderful meal was soon to be had. I miss exploring with my grandfather, listening to my mama and grandma gossip in whispers, I miss a picture being taken of the Thanksgiving table because my grandaddy was so proud to have good food on the table. I miss them.  Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful for all that I have family wise. A sweet husband, darling daughter and a wonderful son in law, aunts and uncles and cousins. My cup runneth over in so many ways. Eucharisteo, giving thanks for everything in all circumstances. I just am missing home. A place that is burned on me, deeply rooted in who I am. I am grateful for the memories that the good Lord has blessed me with and for all those that loom ahead. Be thankful, Eucharisteo, giving thanks just as richly as we have been given. xoxo, Suzanne

p.s. the painting is of a creek in Calhoun County painted from a photo of Jim McClellan’s.

Just peeking in to say Hi!

November 5, 2015

It has been a busy month, I had intended to write more but birthdays, Halloween, and  art shows got in the way. I have also been reading a lot. One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp has been a real treat to read. Her book resonates with eucharisteo, giving thanks to God for all things and putting a name to it on her list. It is simply beautiful, and inspires me to do the same. It may seem insignificant to someone else, but gratitude for the large and small things in our lives are like incense rising to our Almighty Father. Love it!!!

I have been sketching a lot, it is something I have enjoyed doing, especially when I was a young girl. But lately I have had creative bursts, and instead of painting or writing, I get out a Number 2 pencil and a kneaded eraser and let my mind just go! It is a little like flying, a few shaky tries and then all of a sudden…. I am sailing. Good for the soul. I encourage anyone to do something that makes you feel young again, especially in the creative pool.

I have several more shows going on this Fall and Winter. This month, the 14th and 15th, Saturday and Sunday, I will be at Tallahassee Nurseries for the Artisians In The Garden. I am making new Christmas ornaments, a few new paintings and lots of new cards and prints. I also will have my Art Journaling class at Miss Mandy’s later this month, Tuesday November 17th. One class is at 9 am, the other is at 6.30 pm. Our theme will be A Thankful Heart, counting our blessings even in the ordinary things. On November 12th, I will be teaching a Christmas Ornament class at The Brush and Palette… intuitive painting I might add! I like different looks for Christmas ornaments and we always have fun there at Tyler’s shop!

I hope you have a blessed month, I am looking forward to all the good things that come with the month of November. xoxo  Suz

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Transitions

September 23, 2015

” This is what the Lord says: ” Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls”. Jeremiah 6:16

   In January of our Art Journaling class at Miss Mandy’s, we discussed the beginning our journey for the year, where we were headed, what would we pack for the journey, how would we get there? Now we are closing in on the year very soon, and we are transitioning into Fall. Leaves, grass, all of nature begins to pack up, change color, change location and starts to wither. Gearing up for rest, and a time to go within. We too, are at cross road of sorts, packing away our summer things, saying goodbye to the casual, carefree summer and looking forward to the Fall of our year. Time to reflect, put our house in order as well as our hearts and minds. Being grateful for all that we have and know that our Lord provides just like he does for the rest of creation. Slow down, pause in the crazy chaos of our busy lives, and breathe in, breathe out. You are almost there.   Suz

You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence”. Acts 2:28

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lynda and vickie

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marjorie and emily

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goodbye summer… hello fall!

Why Art Journal?

August 16, 2015

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                                         One of the themes of Art Journaling class I lead was ” Your Happy Place”. It was so interesting to see these ladies cut, glue and paint the places that make their soul sing. In essence, these classes we are more like excavating ourselves, finding out what makes us tick in a way. We have talked about our journeys , casting worries to the wind, love letters from God, on the road again…. I feel like I have been excavating myself along with them. The reason I started my art journal was because I had zoned out of my life for periods of time, stuffing down life and putting myself on auto pilot…. not a good way to live and not much in the way of experiencing life. After family deaths brought up much unprocessed grief and painful peeling back of the layers of my life, I knew I wanted to live life to the fullest, as God had intended. So this year I had decided to be more present in my life and journal this year. All I can say is that it has been a blessing for me, not just for myself but side by side with these amazing women who share their stories, colored pencils and coffee once a month. In my night class we drink wine and cheese and I have giggled and teared up more than a couple of times hearing the stories.

This month our theme is ” Every Quilt Has A Story, What Is Yours?” The quilt of our lives… mismatched squares that piece together to make our life. We also will talk about our gifts, what we bring to the table in this life. Are you an encourager, do you love helping the elderly, teach little ones, plant beautiful gardens, paint….. all God given gifts that if used properly, bring glory to our Creator, and help to our fellow man, and especially to us it unleashes our real selves for the world to see. We become more aligned with our Creator and our souls are set free to fly. What wonderment in that!

We do this once a month at Miss Mandy’s if you are interested in joining, or if you see another class that offers this somewhere else, do your self a favor and join in. It doesn’t matter where, just be ready to do some digging and soul searching, and illustrating your wonderful, invincible, beautiful self!   Much love, Suz