I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
- Fleetwood Mac, "Landslide"
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A friend of mine retired a month ago; another who started out her career with me retired a few days ago. My friend who had the brain tumor died at the beginning of the year. An acquaintance who seemed to be one of those in the best of health died from leukemia. Another friend is moving on to a new position.
So many people I know are leaving my life right now - some for new roads, others forever. It feels so very strange. And I'm still doing what I've been doing all along. Just like my sulking turtle avatar, I'm crawling on slowly in one direction, not sure what to expect - until that landslide finally brings me to a different level of living.
And I wonder sometimes if I'm going to be the one left who turns off the light and closes the door that last time.
Ah, well. I hate change sometimes...this time is one of them.
Maybe I can find something to distract my brain from this grey mood.










Do you have anywhere online that you sell them?
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Explosions Series: [link]
Sky Series: [link]
Bead Series: [link]
War Paint Series: [link]
I like your work
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"I love to sing and dance in the rain because then no one can see how hard I cry"
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We are not primarily put upon this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through!
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Art for art's sake, with no purpose, for any purpose perverts art. But art achieves a purpose which is not its own. [1804]
Benjamin Constant
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The essense of art is not the technique employed, nor demonstrated mastry of the medium, but the reflection, and refraction of our true selves; in this state, we find a perfect mirror for the soul.
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Hate is my only friend, pain is my father
Torment is delight to me
Death is my sanctuary, I seek it with pleasure
Please let me die in solitude
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