The latest photograph of me taken by my son Cade while I was at the living room beside our TV and the two cabinets. I love that corner of the house it feels cozy and comfy. To re-shuffle the many knick-knacks, frames, books and magazines plus albums in those two cabinets? Oh my God! Very tiring! Sure have to clean, dust the shelves almost everyday. How many times we move into different houses? So many times. Moving from smaller to bigger house. First of course we moved from the "almost remote region of British Columbia to an island called Vancouver Island. Vancouver Island has a unique history, actually one incredible but wonderful historical story. The discovery of the island is so great that it will sell like a hot cake once its made into a book. So many gratifying accounts of ancient history, great archaeology finds, fossils and ancient artifacts.
To gather more historical facts and findings, the tasks should be given to the experts instead. Study genealogy and archeology be with the One and you'll get there. I am an expert! Would you believe?
To re-shuffle the content of my cabinets and shelves can take away the time I allocated from doing my blogging and house work. That's okay when I am not really busy or got no idea to work on but seldom I have no idea. My mind is always busy and I think there is something wrong with me.
My hands, my mind is non-stop. I am multi-tasker.
I'm a strategist for God sake!
Here, my daughter Tamara whose hands are almost automated too. Autistic people are just like that. It's "normal" to be very busy. The re-shuffling of cards is nothing to my daughter. She likes it. It was a game of "busyness." It's a mind boggling too because it creates mind-creativity. She doesn't bug anybody nor being rude with anyone so ... to leave her alone and think for herself is necessary. Therapeutic.
Aren't you busy? Your mind never stop from thinking? There is something wrong with you?
Let's have some creativity put into action. Let's have Angela here with us:
She looks like Angela that's why I named her Angela or Angie. She's one of my collection of angels.
I was into photography session at the front yard when I happened to see a piece of white feather down below the cherry blossom tree. I picked it up and guess it might be from a certain bird up on the branches of the tree above me so I looked up. There's nothing up there. Even the ant's nest is gone. The leaves are all green, evergreen color leaves. It's summer time almost autumn in 2 to 3 months so the blossoms are gone way too fast even before summer begins.
My husband said it's a feather from a dove.
Delicate white, smooth feather. What to do with it?
How about the image above? Do you like it? Using lights and shadow with the feather and my hand taking the very essence of what ART should be and what creativity means to me and you in the most fascinating way.
You don't see any creativity with the image?
You are blind! According to Jesus you must cover your eyes with mud in order for the blind to see. But are you really blind?
That's a parable. Don't take everything seriously.
I think God and Jesus have sense of humor and if you are reading the Holy Bible like every word has a corresponding wrath ? The gift of words and the gift of understanding wont accommodate your narrow mind.
