Nita’s Garden

I'd wanted to make a mosaic in memory of Nita and was inspired by a recent photo of a pale flowering Iris Nita had given to her son and daughter in law. Nita loved her garden and flowers, and I've included her flowering iris on the bottom left. I wanted the flowers to be bright... Continue Reading →

Why Mosaics?

I've never thought of myself as having an artistic bone in my body, so what the hell am I doing throwing myself into any kind of art form?! And why mosaics? Well, I was sitting waiting for an appointment, and was admiring a large mosaic that covered the front of the reception desk. I've seen... Continue Reading →

accept the good

A down to earth and humorous reminder that there is always good in our lives – we just need to be open to seeing it and accepting it is there.

Thank you to Robyn from The Robin Bird’s Nest

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Sundance sent this to me.
Not only does she accept the good in her life, she appreciates it!
I am quite delightful. (smirks while typing)

Embrace the good in your world in whatever form it arrives.
Sometimes those things you least expect, or question the presence of, turn out to be what you most need.
You say “exasperating” I say “fucking delight” either way there is good. It’s win-win!

Occasionally, life is rough.
We’re so focused on the trouble, or pain, all manner of ick that hits us upside the head. Even when we’re swimming around in the ick till our fingers are pruney, there is good in our lives, in the world.
All you have to do is open your eyes.

There is a quote:
When you look for the good in others you discover the best in yourself.

I’m down.
But, when you’re up to up to your…

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The Catalyst Within …

A powerfully descriptive poem about anger, written by Rory from A Guy Called Bloke.

A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip!

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… Depression, Devilry or Just Damned – Your Choice.

I wrote this piece several years ago, when someone asked me to pen the workings of three minds of anger if l could …

Forever tired of the growing inside,
Bubbling away, taking everything with a yes,
From hidden recesses deep does it reside,
Awaiting its release, wanting to show its distress!

Ticking always like an unexploded bomb,
Always answering with a yes,
Seething as it does yet remaining aplomb,
Boiling over with its aggressive caress!

And what happens when l will finally blow,
Will it come as the shock expected,
Did you not see it coming, did you not see this grow
Honestly did you not know how infected,
l had become by all that is around,
Always answering with a yes,
How did you miss this gaping wound?
It may be quiet, but build it does nonetheless!

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My Name is Death

Have we been introduced? My name is Death. Don't mistake me for Dying, We're not anything alike. I'm not cruel or prolonged, People misunderstand. I'm quick and compassionate, Momentary, documented in time. I take away your fears. My white light will fill you. Peace will envelope you, Like none you've felt before. You'll have someone... Continue Reading →

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