In My Garden

April 18, 2016




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


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.

The Power of Love

March 28, 2014

I have been reading through all my grief journals that I have kept for the past 5-6 years in preparation for an article on Healing Through Art. It is a subject that I feel strongly about because I lived, and am living through it right now. It was not easy to read my anguish and questions to God , it was raw and heart and soul were exposed.  My therapist was getting me to use tools to peel back the layers of my life and exhume things that had not been dealt with and then…. deal with them. It has been the hardest and the most rewarding journey of my life so far. In the end, I learned a lot about myself, my family, my Heavenly Father’s opinion of this creation that was me. It all gets back to love. Such a simple little word, but such a powerful force to contend with. The love of God in His Son Jesus, the purest love letter to us in His Word, the love He bestows on each and every one of us regardless of our sins. The love of a mother and child, love between a husband and wife, it is mind blowing when you think about it. I sat incredulously reading this person’s story, that was me and is me and seeing how I learned to love myself because of my Holy Father’s love for me. I will never forget Dr. Mike Zoda for steering me through the worst time of my life and encouraging me to be aligned heart, mind and soul with God. Really listening to the message and then living again. Really living. And then picking up a paint brush and telling my story on a canvas…. life will never be the same. Till next time friends, SuzImage picture from Pinterest

Life As I Know It…..

March 23, 2014


  I have come home from a wonderful town called Apalachicola, Florida from an art show, my first there. It is a sleepy little fishing town and I so love to go there for rest and relaxation. This was not that trip but it was exhilarating to show my work, to tell my story, and share some laughter and tears with some awesome folk. I am humbled that I have a voice in my art and can’t wait to go back there and do it all over again! I found a friend from Blountstown ,Suella McMillan, that had the most awesome art made from found objects that I LOVE ! I reconnected with a friend that I had not seen since Jr. College that blew me away. She is beautiful, stunning even and works for RiverKeepers there in that wonderful little town. She is a mighty force, you have to be, when you have a job like that! Here’s to us Shannon Lease for weathering storms over these many years and we can still laugh and love and be moved! My darling daughter Lulu came with me to help and I love this creative force, I look at her and thing wow, she is amazing! So wrap all this up, tie a bow on it and call it Life as I know it…. and be thankful for the people that God puts in my path. Oh yes, Miss Ruth who let me live in her wonderful tree house these past two days… what an awesome woman and she radiates with love and energy. I want to be her when I grow up! Until next time my friends ….. love, SuzImage

Revealing Things

January 13, 2014

                  Everyday, I give thanks and praise to God for this day, This day that He had made. It is so hard for me to not worry about tomorrow, but just live in this day. When I am able to just trust and know that God is directing my path … all the gifts of the day come forward and present themselves to me… awesome! Little jewels all wrapped up , a note from a friend, a kind word from someone, a smile from a stranger, little epiphanies all day long. Sometimes God is working on my heart and I just look up and say ” I know that was you “! I am bad about telling God what I need…. when He knows what I need since He has known me before I was knitted together. So today I will be silent and listen, open my heart to what He is telling me, smile through the troubles of the day , which I am not known for, and just be. So I stand at my crossroad of the moment , looking to the left and to the right , not wanting to go backward so I know forward is the best way to go. God bless your day! Suz


“The Constant Gardener”