When Life Gives You Lemons… Paint Roses

Aah, life…

Stuff happens and we’re supposed to deal with situations as they come along. We pray, repent, make new goals… only to have situations come along again. The last 8-10 months of my life have been extremely difficult, especially today (no details!) I decided to, after many tears and prayers, PAINT: one of the things I have that helps me realize why I’m here.

You may not be an artist, but your escape may entail taking a ride, going to the gym, doing yoga, cooking, listening to music, or whatever you turn to in order to deal with pressure. I chose to allow myself to wallow for a little bit, but I eventually reverted back to my gift: painting.

The ‘lemon/lemonade’ analogy is great. But, if you’re like me, I don’t care for lemonade: I prefer home made sweet tea… And creating my best art! We all have options when life goes sideways, but take a few moments to listen to your heart before you turn to self-defeating habits to deal with the pain. Be grateful for the small things, like your 5 senses or your sense of humor. An evening walk is cathartic, as is your favorite song.

I pray that WE continue to strive to live life to the fullest, no matter what comes along.

Enjoy the lemonade… the roses… your existence.

Peace + blessings!

SIZE: 6″x6″

Popped That Cherry


I decided a few weeks ago to plunge into the world of watercolor paint, a medium that I’ve feared for over 30 years. My  decision evolved from the many art supplies I have on hand, plus the desire to really master a fear instead of running from it as I have in the past.

Watercolor paint has always represented the place of a ‘lack of freedom’ in my mind. I took watercolor classes as a young adult, and I never felt like I was in control… that is until I took the plunge earlier this month and created my own form of control. And I surprised myself in the process.

What I found was not just a love for the feared medium, but a level and source of strength that I developed from taking that first step into a dark abyss that I created in my mind. I found a source of strength that I lacked in so many areas of my life because I faced the fear and made it work for me.

Orgasmic, to say the least.


Now I can’t stop this journey, and I don’t want to. I want to push this as far as I can until I master it, and/or tire of it because it no longer challenges me.

Excuse the reference (if it offends you,) but I popped that cherry and enjoy every minute of it.

Peace + blessings!