tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19540706984073038442023-11-16T06:32:13.679-05:00Life and Art - Why a Blog?I love art in all of it's forms on the canvas, in wire, glass, clay, photography, video, and so much more. I was never gifted with talent in any of these areas, but I was given an eye to appreciate artistic creations. Although this blog started out as my journey to establish an online art gallery, it is now evolving into a journal of my thoughts and ideas about life and art. I'm sharing links, thoughts with anyone who stops here. I invite your comments. Stop for a visit and I'll be back!Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-24150944340876273092014-06-25T23:53:00.000-04:002018-03-07T12:45:12.780-05:00The CaneSo, what do you see behind this cane?
A forsaken woman? A slow-walking pain?
A lazy relic of a forgotten time?
An unhealthy human who didn't do time
on treadmills, in sneakers, out in open air?
A person who complains that life just isn't fair?
This woman is a scholar, and very much alive
with tall tales and small tales and never ending drive,
who prays to the Lord for friends Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-17659030661154878882014-03-26T21:55:00.001-04:002015-02-18T17:28:58.096-05:00The Wearing of Winter I understand the term 'cabin fever' now. Not that I didn't understand this term before, but it's been so darn cold for so long this winter, being confined to one room to conserve heat is mental torture.
It's Spring in New England, but there was a blizzard in Massachusetts today. Spring seems so far away... I just want to throw open the windows and let fresh winds clean the winter stagnation fromEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-19795144169875829822013-11-04T04:05:00.000-05:002013-11-04T04:05:39.302-05:00Fall in New EnglandDriving along tree-lined back-roads painted under a canopy of golden and sienna leaves.
Occasional pops of cherry red.
The music of Mozart on the airwaves.
A harvest of colors and sounds on an October New England morning.
I remember these days as a child; walking home from school and looking for the driest golden leaves I could step on, just to hear the crunch under foot.
Today was one of those Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-4495887343333397222013-10-28T17:10:00.005-04:002013-10-28T17:10:57.996-04:00MidnightIn the still of the night,
under the warmth of the blankets,
his fingers find my hand.
He wraps them silently around my fingers.
I hear him breathe.
Slowly.
Deeply.
He's fast asleep.
But, somehow, his love for me is there.
His gentle touch in slumber
fills my heart.
Love. It never sleeps.
AMEEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-89683546250614754162013-04-11T12:21:00.000-04:002013-05-06T10:55:23.930-04:00Becoming - a poem by Andrea<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-43757831911597479282013-02-13T10:50:00.000-05:002013-02-13T10:50:11.011-05:00Calm after the stormWe were lucky.
The storm spared us
from power loss and ice dams.
This time.
Some were not so lucky -
losing power, property, and some - their lives.
New England is a beautiful place
with weather that can make each day a paradise
in Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
But weather patterns are changing.
The storms I welcomed in youth can now become threatening and violent.
The rain can turn to flood Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-24800773834184369982013-01-25T08:48:00.000-05:002013-01-25T08:48:31.348-05:00Airport DinerVoices bounce against each other
and echo against these thick, glass restaurant walls.
The heavy sound of dishes clashing
shout out from the kitchen door.
Silverware and glassware chime in,
while the abbreviated sentences of diners add to the breakfast noise - a conflagration of sounds.
The airport diner.
A stop for waves of hungry humans
waiting for their turn
to eat-and-run.
Waiting Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-4613300613478227112013-01-23T09:36:00.002-05:002014-05-26T09:14:50.954-04:00
Vanity
Age sneaks up on me like an invisible pen.
Drawing lines.
Adding depth and volume
to my neck and chin - previously smooth and slender.
It's challenging to see yourself in your mind's eye as the youthful young woman
you once were,
only to continue to be greeted by an older woman in the mirror.
There's still beauty there;
but, veils of wisdom and time have carvedEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-60137968032260213882013-01-15T09:11:00.004-05:002013-01-15T09:11:51.177-05:00It's been over a month since my Mookie passed on to Kitty Heaven. I have his ashes and my Ernie's ashes which I retrieved from the Animal hospital (Ernie passed on in 2006 and his ashes have been in storage there as I didn't have the emotional balance to pick them up until now). They were brothers and loved each other so very much. So, come the Spring, we'll have a little kitty burial in the backEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-876189187003271722012-10-02T10:21:00.000-04:002013-01-15T09:12:58.108-05:00For the love of cats...We love our kitties. But, kitties do age, and ours are now over the ripe old age of 17! They're very sweet creatures, entertaining us with their goofy traits and 'cuddle' ways for all these years. But, age brings it's challenges with pets, as with humans, and sometimes you become 'nursemaid' to them for their quality of life and health.
We've had this experience with both of our cats over the Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-84320539701338225492012-09-10T17:43:00.001-04:002012-09-10T17:43:34.778-04:00Cooler Temps and Warmer Clothes!One week ago, I was in shorts and a t-shirt feeling the heat we'd been experiencing back in July! I thought we'd never transition to the Fall that I love...
Ever since we had a rain storm 2 nights ago, the muggy air and temperatures have settled down to a point where we can turn off the air conditioners, and replace shorts with warmer leg-wear, and t-shirts with light sweaters and sweatshirts! Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-48202453439886130432012-08-27T12:45:00.001-04:002012-08-27T12:45:56.331-04:00Take me out to the ball game!
It was a great day for a ball game!! Warm, low humidity, blue sky transitioning into a pastel sunset. Even though the Red Sox lost to the Angels, Fenway Park had the crowd spirit that continues to get high marks for me. And who could ask for a nicer backdrop??
Play ball!!!
AndreaEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-17066297487083633342012-08-24T15:10:00.002-04:002012-08-24T15:10:18.222-04:00Beautiful Day!So the hot weather seems to have abated, and the evenings hint at the coming Fall season. This summer has truly been a stretch of hot days, followed by a few milder ones, then back to hot-and humid for a stretch. I've lived in New England all; my life, and don't ever remember these extremes. It seems I'm not the only one. This month's 'National Geographic' has the weird weather as its cover storyEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-8590940847480625212012-07-18T09:17:00.003-04:002012-07-18T09:17:48.496-04:00Crazy Hot!We're going on almost a week of hot and humid temps here in Massachusetts! Not as bad as the mid-west and the crisis in the farmlands. But, whether or not this is another sign of global warming, it's a very oppressive climate by New England standards. Take a dip in a pool, or stake out some shade beneath a tree, or stay inside with a fan or AC and a cool drink, and call it Siesta!
Let's all lookEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-15766411106902564812012-06-22T10:35:00.000-04:002012-06-22T10:35:17.821-04:00"City of Thieves" - great read!Just finished this wonderful novel by David Benioff. Easy-to-read, suspenseful, violent, with multiple levels of angst, terror and love.
This is cleverly written by Benioff. He uses the Leningrad blockade and war stories of his grandfather (really?), accounts of the blockade obtained through research, and his own creative weaving of fact and fiction, character creation, and a dozen eggs to Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-29273238125765582632012-06-10T14:42:00.001-04:002012-06-10T14:42:37.237-04:00Shifting SandsMy husband and I spent a heavenly week on the coast in Cape Cod's National Seashore. We discovered this place by accident several years ago, and continue our annual return each Spring before school is out for summer.
We think that the ocean is timeless at times; but, the sands on Cape Cod are always changing, along with the shoreline. I remember coming to this beach in my late teens and earlyEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-69345915552353708992012-06-05T11:24:00.000-04:002012-06-10T07:48:43.562-04:00A Little Piece of HeavenI listened to a tremendous sermon in church on Sunday, given by an Irish Missionary living in Haiti. It was a moving, thoughtful, funny, introspective and gratifying reflection of life in one of the poorest nations on this planet. It was also a wake up call to me. He talked about the urgent need for everyone to find their 'little piece of Heaven' in the world. It can be a place, a person, a pet, Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-1821049260971470142012-05-23T14:26:00.001-04:002012-06-10T07:47:19.577-04:00Gnarls Barkley - Crazy LYRICSSometimes we need to know that we are all a little crazy;-) Cee Lo Green got it right. Love this song!
Hope you like it as I do.
Andrea
Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-86836109609836001542012-05-22T11:21:00.003-04:002012-06-10T07:38:16.063-04:00Reminders of the American DreamI had the privilege of meeting a wonderful Indian man from Calcutta last night. I was at a stop light in DC. He was the cab driver. The long pause between 'red' and 'green' gave me the opportunity to ask where he was from in India, and this was the story he told me...
He and his wife - with their firstborn son - came to the United States from Calcutta in 1982. Calcutta was no longer the 'Paris ofEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-68465625796936838792012-05-22T11:15:00.000-04:002012-06-10T07:33:38.520-04:00Pacifism versus Activism in RelationshipsI think everyone encounters these personal traits in their relationships at some point in life. I have. It prompted me to do some research on how great men and women have talked about them. I like the messages found in these two quotes:
Pacifism
"Bullets cannot be recalled. They cannot be uninvented. But they can be taken out of the gun."
Martin Amis (b. 1949), British author. Einstein's Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-11209115517312105112012-05-10T10:15:00.000-04:002012-06-10T07:32:19.579-04:00Finding Your Best SelfI was watching one of the voice talent shows this week, and was amazed by the voice talent, and the humility and gratefulness that each singer presented to the audience. Many of these individuals had been on their own search for a long time. They were true to their schedules, held fast to their own disciplines, and created beautiful music through their passion and belief in themselves. They Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-43202246677339187032012-05-09T09:41:00.001-04:002012-06-10T07:31:43.273-04:00Joyful WonderLife, as an adult, sometimes suffocates those moments of wonder you had as a child - moments of mystery (where does all of the rain go after it falls?), moments of creativity (what animal does that cloud look like?), moments of empathy (who will care for the baby birds when their mother is gone?).
We should reach back to those moments often while we are wearing our 'adult clothes'. They help to Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-86934900620685304472012-05-07T14:13:00.001-04:002012-06-10T07:30:17.654-04:00The Beauty of an Egg!I came across a Julia Child PBS show during a streak of channel surfing the other day. She was amazing! The entire show was about the egg - how to cook it, how to peel it, how to use the egg yolk, how to use a French food mill to create egg yolk stuffing, and how to present the egg creation. She also followed through with how to choose an appropriate wine to accompany this delight.
How Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-60635809447658334302012-04-23T12:40:00.002-04:002012-06-10T07:28:40.831-04:00April showers are finally here!The rain started slowly yesterday morning and continued to gain momentum over the course of the day. By evening, the rain was coming down strong, the wind picked up, and the evening skies gave way to sunlight and a happy, wet yard. The trees were plumped up with new energy, and the little red robin stood as a fat happy avian soldier in the front yard looking quite pleased with his fresh breakfastEwriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1954070698407303844.post-12036497239943847832012-04-19T14:35:00.000-04:002012-05-10T15:15:51.223-04:00Sun kissed day...A light, cool breeze teases the hair around my head with each small burst of wind. I'm sitting on the patio in the back of the house with my little dog. The muffled sound of construction can be heard in the distance, coupled with the sound of happy Mockingbird tweets echoeing from a tree at the back of the yard. The bees are buzzing around the flowers close by, while the ground phlox is spilling Ewriteplacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16541494749644557437noreply@blogger.com0