Don’t Stop Believing…..

Since I was a wee lad…..I have always had a love of art (for some reason I love saying that, maybe its the influence of St. Patty’s day on Monday..lol).  Painting specifically was something I absolutely loved to do. I took art classes all four years in high school and I remember I would sit in our kitchen and paint for hours after school.   I still remember entering my work in an annual art show and although I didn’t think anything would come of it, I won 3rd place. It was a really exciting moment and I still remember it to this day. Especially since I wasn’t a very sporty person and goodness knows I never brought home any field day ribbons. 😉 I guess this was my way to shine. Fast forward about twenty years (give or take), college, jobs, two kids, etc etc. and yes I had been negectling one of the things I most loved to do.  It took a few recent hardships and an illness to be introspective, reflect and motivate me to once again pick up a brush.  Since beginning to paint again almost two years ago it has been very therapeutic.  It is a way to express myself, be creative and to inspire (if only myself).  When I paint I feel connected to my parents who have past, as it was my dad who bought me my first paint set and easel in high school and always loved my paintings.  My mom who thought I could do anything and even if it wasn’t good she would always give me words of encouragement and love.   That is probably why I feel inspired to paint angels as I feel them surrounding me everyday and I know they watching over our family.   I often think of things that my mom might say to me when I paint and it encourages me to paint beauty and positive messages.   With much encouragement from friends and family I am continuing my passion and painting as often as possible and recently had a a great thing happen.  Although it wasn’t anything elaborate I recently put my work on display in an art gallery in Prescott called Textiles and Textures.  It was amazing to show my work, and a little scary and vulnerable.   The response has been great!   I still haven’t reached total confidence as I still have that feeling people are “just being nice” when they compliment my art but I know that confidence will come in time.

1796670_648706651861877_703334603_nMy Gallery Display! Hoorah!!

The main thing I’ve learned through all this is that you never know what life has in store next and if you have a dream, GO FOR IT.  You will never regret it.  As for me I’ll keep on painting and sharing my crazy adventurous  journey and life along the way.

Shelley

Some of its magic, some of its tragic…but I have a good life

Today I was pondering while listening to my favorite Jimmy Buffett song.  By the way for those that dont know my husband and I are die hard Jimmy fans aka Parrotheads.  I was listening to the song “He went to Paris” and it really resonated with me. The words, “Some of its magic, some of its tragic, but Ive had a good life all the way.”  There has been some tragic times in my life  as well as many, many magically moments.   Tragically, I lost my parents whom I was unbelievably close to way too early in life.  They were literally some of the best people I have ever met and I miss them so much sometimes it hurts deeply.  Despite the pain I know how incredible blessed I am to have such a great family.  Two wonderful healthy kids, a great husband, a roof over our head, food and ability to travel and make great memories.  Life is not perfect but you have to take it day by day.  You can’t dwell on the past or what you are missing but instead focus on what you have and what you are blessed with at this very moment. You can tell I have been reading a lot of Eckhart Tolle, “thank you Oprah!” lol.  Those lyrics while simply are incredibly true.  We all have had our fair share of tragic moments but really just being alive and being blessed with what we have is MAGIC.  There has been many times in the last 10 years between deaths in the family, illness and various other stresses that I haven’t always practiced this philosophy when I wish I would have.   I think with age (yikes I’m almost 40) there definitely comes clarity, learning to live without EGO and judgement and really just an overall appreciation for life.

This is one of my first paintings.  Inspired by my mom.  She would say this before she left anyone that she loved.

This is one of my first paintings. Inspired by my mom. She would say this before she left anyone that she loved.

I am new to this blogging thing but I love that this is a great way to express myself.  I am a late bloomer I guess as I am waiting until the ripe ol age of 38 to start my creative journey.   I hope to find it through my painting and journaling/blogging.

Peace and much magic to you all.