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Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Speaking of her mother in this book, "...She would look up as if she could will herself into the heavens, and tell her family in particular and the world in general, "I will step out on the word of God. I will step out on the word of God." Immediately I could see her flung into space, moons at her feet and stars at her head, comets swirling around her."------ Now that sounds like a great painting......
---There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you---Maya Angelou
She loved and was loved. Thank you.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
A new day is dawning, like the first morning.
It seems that whenever we sing the Hymn "Morning Has Broken Like the First Morning," I have to go home and create a piece of art that shows how the song made me feel. This song was sung the Sunday after Easter, it was beautiful. Last year's painting was about the black bird the first bird of the morning.