Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I HAVE BEEN HER KIND...
by Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
~
Here's to real witches, to those of us who probably would have been torched at the stake had we been born in Salem in the 1600s instead of safe and insane in the "enlightened" twenty first century...I have been her kind.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
WONDERFUL WITCHES...
Why dance with the trolls...when you can soar with the witches,
and thrill at the clouds flying by.
Why sweep with your broom...when you can sail cross the moon
and back in the blink of an eye.
and back in the blink of an eye.
Why put up with grief...when instant relief
can be had dipping apples in lye.
Don't just veg in your chair...cause some havoc out there
and hurry cause Halloween's nigh.
Grab a tall pointie hat...and that one eyed black cat,
an old broom and you're ready to fly!
DSW 09
Saturday, October 24, 2009
FISHY ART...
This is my latest big collage piece. The pictures on it are by James Christensen (don't you just love his fish & angels). I love his art and love working with it. I didn't do much to alter the art this time I wanted it to be more about visual motion, perspective and the altering of shapes. This is better in person because his pictures seem to sink into the canvas...of course this is just for my own wall because of copyrights...but if James doesn't want me hacking up his calendars he shouldn't sell them to me. tee hee
Friday, October 23, 2009
THANK YOU SO MUCH JANN...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A LITTLE HALLOWEEN MADNESS...
Saturday, October 17, 2009
PROOF OF MY INSANITY...

P.S. Thanks to my dear, sweet, long suffering husband for hanging it up for me.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
DON'T MAKE ME CALL OUT THE FLYING MONKEYS...
Which, witch will it be?
I've asked myself this question,
the answer's vague you see.
Am I a good witch...or bad witch,
no matter what my kids might say,
no matter what my kids might say,
if I'm a good or bad witch
really depends on the day...
~
Just don't make me call out the flying monkeys!
DSW 09
Monday, October 12, 2009
ADVENTURES OF ISABEL...
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
The witches face was cross and wrinkled,
the witches gums with teeth were sprinkles.
Ho ho Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly old toad!
Isabel, Isabel didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.... by Ogden Nash
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
SULAMITH WULFING ROCKS...

This painting by Sulamith Wulfing is one of my very dearest possessions. It was on a postcard I found it in the collage book store many years ago, but I could find out nothing about the artist, so I framed it and hung it on my wall...Enter the Internet and GOOGLE image (another great joy in my life) Imagine my delight when after decades I find a whole site dedicated to Sulamith and all her works. You will find many of them on a Slide at the bottom of my blog...ENJOY!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
TRICK OR TREAT OCTOBER...
a Hunter moon rises full and bright over the pumpkin patch.
Cornstalks shiver and huddle together in bunches,
the scarecrow stands his guard alone.
Purple magic swirls through the night air,
fanned by the swish of a witches broom.
Jack-o-lanterns pier from porches with wicked leers,
while small goblins scurry round about
collecting candy and cackling with glee.
Trick or treat October, trick or treat?
DSW 09
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A SONG CALLED, NOVEMBER...
~
So I'm waiting for this test to end
So these lighter days can soon begin
I'll be alone but maybe more carefree
like a kite that floats so effortlessly.
~
I was afraid to be alone
Now I'm scared that's how I'd like to be
Now I'm scared that's how I'd like to be
All these faces none the same
How can there be so many personalities.
~
So many lifeless empty hands
So many hearts in great demand
And now my sorrow seems so far away
Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain.
~
But I turn them off and tuck them away
'til these rainy days that make them stay
And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs
And the words still ring, once here now are gone.
~
And they echo through my head everyday
And I think they'll never go away
Just like thinking of your childhood home
We can't go back, we are on our own...
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
YOU JUST TAKE MY BREATH AWAY...
Sometimes it amazes me
How strong the power of love can be
Sometimes you just take my breath away.
You watch my love grow like a child
Sometimes gentle and sometimes wild
Sometimes you just take my breath away.
And it's to good to slip by
It's too good to lose
Too good to be there
Too good to be there
Just to use
I'm gonna stand on a mountain top
And tell the news
That you take my breath away.
Friday, September 18, 2009
CLOUDBURST REVIEW...
Applause thunders on and on,
encore, encore,
the stage runs wet with tears.
DSW 09
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
ROMANCE WITH THE HISTORICAL...
wonderful art by Scott GustefsonLife in the nineteenth century fascinates me. However the thought of having to endure it would send me screaming into the woods. Corsets, hoop skirts, petticoats and fans might be someones idea of wonderful...but not mine, and the ridged rules and restrictions on women...Oy, I would have been known as a first class hoyden, men's breeches, bare feet & ankles and all...George Sand is my hero.
Still, I love to read about it. Dickens, Austin, Bronte, Sand...Kleypas, Woodwiss, McNaught, Quinn...give me a historical romance and a lazy afternoon and I am in heaven.
Though when I think about it, it seems funny that my mind has settled a fascination on one particular time period over another, even though I wouldn't want live then. Egads...Maybe I was George Sand in a previous life. LOL
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
TRY TO REMEMBER...

Try to remember the kind of September
when life was slow, and oh so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
then follow...
Try to remember when life was so tender
that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
that dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
that love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
then follow...
Deep in December it's nice to remember
although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
the fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember
and follow...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER...
art by Daniel MerriamAll that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reaches by the frost,
From ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
John Ronald Reuel Tolken
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
SWEET SEPTEMBER...
Welcome sweet September with your crisp apple nights
and your warm and mellow amber days.
Waltz through the fields with me September
fill my arms with the joy of your bounty.
Hold me close September for you are fine
and I love your gentle autumn ways.
Let us dance the last dance of summer together
for your warmth is fleeting and winters chill draws nigh.
DSW 09
Sunday, August 30, 2009
IN THE GLOAMING...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
PET DRAGONS...
Friday, August 21, 2009
THE MAD TEA PARTY...



The Mad Tea Party four different artists four different visions of one of my favorite bits of insanity. What does your Mad Hatter look like and if you didn't fall down a rabbit hole where would your insane adventure take place.Mine would most likely happen at the mall which in it's self is a form of insanity. After all think of the potential bottles and bits to partake of and all the bazaar characters.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
SEA SHELLS BY THE SEA SHORE...
Bear lake is a beautiful lapis colored lake shared between Utah and Idaho. It was the Raspberry Days festival so we all went up to relax, swim, soak up the sun and load up on fresh raspberry milk shakes.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
BLUE , BLUE, BLUE...
trees and chairs and monkeys too
the frown on your face and the strap on your shoe
what would you do if it all turned blue
nine hundred forty nine shades of blue.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
GRANDKIDS...ARE GRAND...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
HAPPY PIONEER DAY EVERYBODY!!!
Thank you, thank you to my dozen or more ancestors who gave their all to brave a desert wasteland and make this State the beautiful paradise it is today. So I can have the day off and stuff myself with picnic fare.My special thanks to, three of my Great great, great Grandmothers who drove ox drawn wagons or walked 1500 miles by themselves. Because of you I know I have courage inside me somewhere.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
REAL PIONEERS DON'T WHINE...
It is 102 degrees here, and so I sit in my air conditioned house and whine, and run for my car where I can adjust the temp to within a degree of my own personal delight grumbling as I go.
Hard to believe I am a descendant of more then a dozen men and women who after traveling (mostly on foot) 1500 hot, cold, dusty miles, actually arrived in what was then an empty desert valley (one twisted cedar tree in the whole valley) on this very week in 1847. I wonder how they spent their days in that heat as they established shelter for themselves. (I know they started plowing as soon as they arrived) And then I think of how it would be to spend a 102 degree day inside a log cabin. And I am grateful and in awe of their strength and commitment, because I know if it had been me back then...my descendants would still be in Ireland.
So today as I sit in my air conditioned house I will smile and think to myself it's too #$%@ HOT!!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
LOOKING BACK...
This month I have been finishing up a project that I started along time ago. Actually it isn't really finished as I think it will last me until I go to join my loved ones in the great beyond. However this week I published 52 histories of my Father's ancestors beginning with him and going back to family members who lived in the early 1600's. This book along side the one I already completed for my Mother's family, represents a labor of love, the love and appreciation I have for those brave men and women who came before me and who have left me such a wonderful legacy through their hard work and sacrifice. It has taken over 25 years for me to interview, research, edit and write these histories and I have enjoyed each new story and marveled at the sometimes miraculous events that have put them in my hands. I am also very grateful to those before me who have recorded histories and done research as my work relied heavily on many other authors and records.
This painting is called "Looking Back" I haven't been able to name the artist, it is the cover picture I chose for my books (this isn't a commercial publication it's just for my family and the church archives)
I feel a great sense of satisfaction knowing the main part is finished and everything else is frosting on the cake.
Now on to my husbands family!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
FOR THOSE IN NEED OF COMFORT...
to comfort you and get you through
through when your nights are lonely
through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you.
~
This is to be with you,
to hug you and to kiss you too.
For when you need me I will do
what your own mother couldn't do
which is to mother you.
Sinead O'Connner
Sinead O'Connner
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
THANK YOU CLYTIE...
Thank you , thank you Clytie for this cute Neno Award and your very kind words. I am honored because this award is given I am told to those who love blogging and love to encourage friendship through blogging.....that would be me alright. But where would I be with out all of you....You my blogging friends are the very best and I share this award with all of you (because we are all in this together...and no one is getting out alive) LOL, I love ya!!!






























