Happy Birthday, Magritte!
It is hard to pick a favorite painting to put here, but I do love this one.
I don’t know why your mother threw herself off the bridge and killed herself in the Sambre river when you were 14. Four years later you decided to quit school and study painting and your first works [...]
Archive for November, 2008
This is not a pipe
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope, just gibberish on November 21, 2008 | 13 Comments »
love, beyond death
Posted in just gibberish, just thinkin' on November 19, 2008 | 7 Comments »
I have had a million things and thoughts percolating through my brains, so many things… but nothing I felt worthy to blog about. You know, mostly the blah-blah’s and yada’s yada’s.
But, this, I gotta share.
I saw it on Joanne’s blog. She is not just an amazing writer, she is a wonderful woman with a shining, [...]
Good grief
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope, just gibberish on November 11, 2008 | 8 Comments »
Something about that McCracken book- she is so good with visuals. Like the part where she felt like a crazy woman dressed in white, blood-stained clothes, carrying a tiny bundle in her arms, walking around hushing the baby and asking people “Do you want to look at my baby?” Gosh. It took my breath away. [...]
cranes and rocks
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope on November 7, 2008 | 11 Comments »
So yesterday morning we met up with the Infant Bereavement Officer at the local hospital and she showed us the little Memorial Garden that they have. It’s a small garden, with three palo verde trees, some smaller bushes, a couple of benches and a rock “river” that is called the River of Hope. At one [...]
grief
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope, The Fourth Time, Uncategorized on November 4, 2008 | 20 Comments »
Grief has no expiration date.
Grief is also like that wash you apply on your paper when you work with water-colors. The foundation layer. Usually a light, inconspicuous color. It sets the tone, holds up the other hues and sometimes provide contrast. Sometimes, by the end of the painting, you no longer see much of the [...]
