Thursday, March 26, 2015

Here is the latest Zentangle that I have created using the Tangle Patterns String 003 with a few minor alterations.  

It originally looked liked this:

I purchased a new Zentangle book today at Barnes & Noble so I hope to be creating several new pieces soon.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

This is a photograph of one of the first Zentangles I created.  It is a new form of art I happened across a couple of weeks ago.  It is based on one stroke at a time, something I can handle so far.  We shall see where it goes . . . .

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Rainbows in my Kitchen

If it turns out that I get up extra early (which does not happen very often) on a bright, sunny morning, I sneak down the hallway to see if I can discover rainbows dancing in the kitchen.  Yes, you heard that right -- rainbows dancing in the kitchen!!  One of my dear friends gave me a beautiful prism for a Valentine's Day gift in 2014.  I have it hanging in the kitchen window alongside my crystal hummingbirds so it will catch the morning rays of sunlight. 

On bright mornings, the sunlight magically bounces off the prism and forms small rainbows that pirouette across the countertops and spin and twirl like little colorful dervishes as the sun travels across the eastern sky.  I never know when these delightful rainbows will greet me or how long before they fade away into thin air.  When I am fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of them, I always whisper a thank you for the mystical illusion being shared with me by the powers that be.

It would be so very intriguing to summon these enchanting rainbow dervishes to dance on demand.  They would definitely turn any bad day immediately into a splendid day!!

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Snow is finally falling in central Oklahoma.  There was sleet and freezing rain earlier today.  Maggie and I took the trash out a little earlier and on the way back to the house, she picked up quite a few snowflakes -- my black dog is speckled!!  She always enjoys running around in the show.  By the time we got to the door, she was covered in snowflakes.

This article was just posted on March 3, 2015 on the "Worn Stories" website.  You may check it out online at:

I last wore this pretty linen dress on April 19, 1995, a day I will never forget. I knew I would only be able to wear it a few more times this season before the weather got too hot, when the linen would start to make me itch and be too uncomfortable.

I headed into town to work as I did every weekday. My Wednesday morning at the law office started as usual. I settled into my day by starting to input time slips from the previous day’s work into the computer program. Just after 9:00 a.m., the whole world as I knew it changed… A bomb destroyed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building just six blocks south of the building where I worked. I had never heard such a horrible sound. It shook the entire building and blew open the outside deadbolt-locked doors in the office next to me. People started screaming to each other to be sure everyone was okay. My first thought was something on the second floor of the building had exploded. Oxygen tanks were stored there. I did not smell smoke or see any fire. We still had electricity. I made sure everyone in our office was okay. Someone picked up the telephone to call 911 and could not get through because all of the lines were jammed. All of this happened in less than 5 seconds.

One of the attorneys ran outside to see if he could determine what had happened. He ran back inside screaming that something downtown had blown up, there was black smoke in the sky. I was a volunteer firefighter and emergency medical technician so I ran to my car, grabbed my medical kit, handheld radio, stuffed some extra gloves in the kit, and started running south. Yes, running south in this pretty linen dress.

Over the next 7 hours, I experienced some of the worst horror I have ever seen in my life. Adults were dead. Children were dead. Adults were hurt. Children were hurt. Broken glass, plaster, pieces of metal, and building materials were everywhere. I was trying to reach someone trapped in the building debris to help free the person when a voice shouted, “BOMB,” and everyone had to evacuate the scene. It was the first time I thought I might die. As I was running away as fast as I could, I was expecting at any second to feel a blast coming from behind me that would end my life.

This linen dress is still hanging in my closet and has been hanging there in the same spot at the very back of the closet for the last 19 years and 9 months. For some reason I just cannot get rid of it. I have never put it on since that day.

This event helped me realize just how fragile life is and how drastically it can all change in the blink of an eye… Forever. Every day since that horrific day, I have always been so very conscious to appreciate what I have.

Always tell your family and friends you love them — for you never know when it could be your last opportunity. Never, never take anything or anyone for granted and never leave anything unsaid. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.”