life of a georgia Artist

  Today was my daughter's baby shower. She is due in December. While I was there though my mind wandered back to when I was carrying her. She has an older brother who blessed me with making me a momma. these two hold my heart. So as I sat there watching her open presents I thought about holding her when she was brand new with a full heard of jet black hair. This baby girl was delivered by C-section because she was too stubborn to turn and was trying to come out butt first. I pray her delivery is easy. That this baby is peaceful. That the life she is about to embark on, while treacherous, is worth every hour of sleep you miss, every day you stumble and the ones you do not shower on. With my son, I had such a hard delivery. He was stuck and they had to feed him oxygen and in the end, by the grace of God he made it into this world and ended in an oxygen tank-filled crib. My journey to bring this beautiful baby boy into the world was so difficult. I realize my daughter will have her ow...

This week has been filled with a lot of crafting. I have fallen in love with peg dolls, dressing them, giving them eyes, and moving on to the next set. I have listed a bunch on my Etsy.  Felted Friends   I have loved watching others make them and each one sings a different song to me that I create a bunny, a fox, a reindeer, and on and on it does.  I have been enjoying making them for a few weeks now. Recently I ordered some wood mushrooms and the joy painting them gave me made my heart sing. Covid gave me such anxiety. I did not want to leave my home. I glared at everyone as if they were the ones who would get me sick. I turned inward to my art, but nothing has brought me such joy in years to create. These little guys and the bigger guys give me such joy. I hope that during this chaotic time you have also enjoyed finding out something new about yourself. Somehow that you found joy in whatever life has given you. This world was tricky at its best before this pandemic, but...

  This week was my birthday. I turned another year older going around the sun. This photo I took at the fair last Thursday reminds me of how life keeps revolving around and around. I keep reaching higher and higher in life and somehow I am always amazed when I hit my goal, but why? I set out to reach it. I did the work. I invested the time, but for some reason, it seems to be a miracle when the outcome I wanted to reach, well is reached.  When we set goals, we set steps to achieve them. We put ourselves, our minds, our path out and then we walk it one step at a time. We set out to achieve something. I have been upping my game at work. I have been stepping up more. I have been testing the waters. My coworkers and boss have noticed. I have felt more confident. I have done the work, the research and set myself off, but once I achieved what I set out to do, again, I was still thinking well what a great miracle that way instead of, well this is so earned, I worked my butt off for i...

  marchmeena29  Photographer Lately, I have been craving going back into coffee houses, but even if I go in to get a coffee, you are not welcome to stay and chat. The tables are marked do not sit. The staff is nervous you came in. They fear being exposed to covid and you are ushered right back out the door. I miss hearing strangers talking. I miss the community that this third place once held for us. We are currently without community and it has been hurting my heart for a while.  Is there a solution to us not meeting, to us not feeling safe to go out to eat. Some of us have been in the house for well over a year with outings to pick up the groceries with no contact with another person. You pop your trunk they place them in and you leave. Or you go through a drive-thru and your bag is waiting for you on the ledge or a tray and you do not see anyone else. this life seems fragmented at best. We are parts of this or that. We are missing connections, community and family, and...

 In Georgia, the seasons are hot and hotter. Right now we are in the hot. It is where Autumn attempts to come, but visits and vanishes as quickly as it came. It is fleeting in the south. One wrong breeze and it is over. I am originally from NJ and our Autumn lasts a lot longer than it does down here. I miss the Autumn festival, the apple cider hot donuts, and the smells Autumn carries with it When I see any color change I grab that camera, I lace up my sneakers, and off I go. I love to capture fall, but doing so in Ga presents such a challenge. I need to drive a few hours away to see the color, but timing a trip is everything. Ga state parks has a website dedicated to the fall colors so you know when to go to a state park so you do not miss it. In Autumn the sun's intensity lessens and the light is swoon-worthy. I love to go hiking first thing in the morning when the dappled light leans on the trees. Where it is just peeking down. I yearn and love to be in nature. I go down paths a...

 Living in the South it takes Autumn a little extra time to reach me. We watch our friends post photos of red, yellow, and orange colors. We are a bit jealous of the colors of the north. I grew up in NJ and fall was something to be enjoyed slowly. It lasted for a few brief months and we ate apples, went to festivals, watched as the hot air balloons blew over our heads, and fill our skies with wonderful colorful hot air balloons. Mr. Peanut was always last to blow on by.  Leaves begin their turning up north and make their way down south. The color is worth waiting for.                                                   Leaves on a pond in NJ. Orange and Yellows starting. A pastry shop full of mums from Autumn's palette.                            ...