"Illustration Friday-Peace"

May none of your sheep get away from you this Christmas Season!- giving you the time and the energy to reflect on the true meaning of the season and the only way to true Peace for our world!




"The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only,who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:4




Merry Christmas!!

"Illustration Friday-Peace"

( for some reason- highly likely me- there is no comment box on this post- so if you do want to comment-click on Moonflower Musing in the link section to get to my current page- which should work! Thanks!!"

May none of your sheep get away from you this Christmas Season!- giving you the time and the energy to reflect on the true meaning of the season and the only way to true Peace for our world!

"The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only,who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:4

Merry Christmas!!

I'm Sorry!

I'm sorry to do this to some of you- but this is what we woke up to this morning- a true blue, no white, Colorado Christmas! Which as not happened in a number of years- and the forecast is holding to more snow before the big day- so our dreams of a White Christmas seem to be coming true!
Wherever you are- and whether you have snow on the ground or not- My dream for you on Christmas is that you will be near the ones you love and the "world" will slow down enough for you to think upon the reason for the season! That God became man and walked among us!!
Merry Christmas!

"...Tag I'm It!"

Tag, I'm It
I have been "cybertagged!"
Made myself finish a big project first- mailed it off this afternoon, so now I can come out and play! Here goes:

4 jobs I have had: Hum...
First Job-busing tables at a Chinese Restaurant- we got to eat as many broken fortune cookies and egg drop soup as we could for free- can't touch either now!
Worked three summers as a nursing assistant in a nursing home through college- learned a lot about life!
Worked as a counselor with severely disturbed kids for a summer- where I got attacked and bite in the arm by a twelve year old girl- totally my fault- pushed her to much to participate in an activity-had a perfect set of teethmarks on my arm for the whole summer- learned a lot about life!
Now I get to be an illustrator- which is soooo cool- but not as cool as my favorite job- Mom!


4 movies I could watch over and over:
(actually I do watch movies 0ver and over- and behind the scenes over and over- actually listen to them as I work in my studio- my current favorite are- it changes a lot)
Cold Mountain
Last of the Mohicans
Lord of the Rings Trilogy
(to confess)
Mission Impossible, Jason Bourne movies- (action with heart)- hey- I had a older brother who was bigger then me and he got to pick the movies- I got addicted

4 places I have lived (apart from where I am now):
Boulder Colorado
Aspen Colorado
Durango Colorado
Loveland Colorado ( where I moved nine times without changing school- my mother was a real estate agent- we even moved across the street once)
I was in Denver for two years-but it was really "just visiting" while my husband finished law school!

TV shows I love:
( okay- I am a closet Sci Fi nut!)
Farscape- has to be the funniest show out there- in a dark sort of way
Battlestar Galactic- was raised on the old series- like the first two seasons of the new- withholding judgement on the third- I don't know!
Eureka- new series on the Sci Fi channel-
Lost- hey- you can download six episodes on www.abc.com- that is sooooo cool- on demand TV- bring it on!

4 sites I visit daily-
www.yahoomail.com
www.amycullingsmoreno.com
www.gingernielson.com
www.sherry-rogers.com
( actually really don't visit the last three daily, often but not daily- but am chatting with them daily- so really am doing a shameless plug!)

That is pretty much it-
other then
www.movielink.com
where you can download movies for about the price of payperview


4 favorite foods:
Bing Cherries
Bread
Popcorn
Shrimp


4 places I would rather be:
Anywhere with my husband and kids ( and our dogs)
In a bookstore
"People Watching" in a mountain town like Telluride
Making dinner for my friends

4 People I am tagging:
Everyone I know has been tagged!!
I shall remain it tell I make some new cyber friends I can tag!

" Illustration Friday- Might"

They MIGHT be wrapped up in that blanket because they are cold... and they MIGHT not be...
Okay- enough with trying to get the theme this week to work and in the children's section, sorry. I just finished this and really wanted to get it up here for the whole world to see, so I was gonna make it work somehow!
"Harvesting Poles" is actually inspired by many times coming across Native American families, in the National Forest in Southwest Colorado as they chop, actually ..as they chainsaw, down Logpole Pines to be used in their tepees. No- they do not live in them all the time, mostly they live in doublewide trailers, clustered in family groups, out on reservation, But they come up into the mountain to get the poles for tepees they stay in during their spiritual festivals or Pow Wows. And sometimes they will hide the poles in the forest and then they only have to bring the canvas to make shelters when they camp in the mountains.
I have never seen an old truck used, usually the poles are tied to the tops of minivans, but this was more picturesque.
Lodgepoles are very tall and straight evergreens, and have been harvested for dwelling for a very long time, the first white settlers also used them in building
log cabins and barns when they first came to the west.
Blankets are also very important to Native Americans, they are given as gifts to mark important ceremonies and are considered prized possessions and there is meaning in their design and how they are worn.
But a boy and a girl, wrapped up together, needs no explaination, ..... oh- children's section- sorry!

...a safe harbor

When our kids were little and exploring the world they found security having their father right there with them. Out on a hike, they would climb a boulder and call for their dad to be right under them and then they would have the courage to climb a little farther. In the city park, they could find the bravery to ask the person if they could pet their dog- if they had hold of daddy's hand. On the playground, they would venture forth and then unsure run back to hold his pant legs till they were more sure about the merry go round and the other children.
Sometimes in a crowded room,being so small and daddies being so tall, our toddlers would latch on to the wrong set of legs and then realizing the mistake they would scurry over to be whisked up in strong arms and reassured.
Children learn- Daddies keep you safe, or they should, that is what God intended. Many fathers are not there to protect their children and many bring harm to the ones they are intrusted to- that is Not what God intended.
My children were blessed with a father who would lay down his life for them without millasecound hesitation- we all are not as fortunate with our earthly father. But our heavenly father has already layed down his life for us- when he died on the cross, so that we could always be with him, if we only asked.
But the promise does not stop with a heavenly guarnentee. He promise to be with us always- "even to the ends of the earth" that there is no place on this earth, "no height nor depth" that can seperate us from him now. In the scary situations he is there, in the happy times he is there, in the new and exciting times he is there. We only need to look behind us and run back into his safe harbor, the trick is remembering to do it.

...The Princess is Here!! And the Parrots are Flying!!

My dear friend Ginger Nielson (also a wonderful illustrator) has a new book out! Coming soon to a bookstore near you or on Amazon.com!
check out her website at www.gingernielson.com


And Sherry Rogers, another talented illustrator and dear friend has her new book out as well- at bookstores and online!
check out her website at
www.sherry-rogers.com


I am soooooooo lucky to rub elbows and be encourage by these ladies!!!!

Illustration Friday "Ghost?"

This week's theme for "Illustration Friday" was Ghost. Here is a little history on Halloween F.Y. I.-
Halloween- Originated as a Celtic Harvest Fest-It is the evening before "All Saints Day" - a Christian religious holiday. As was typical, the church holidays were set at the same time as pagan holidays with hopes the people would abandon their rituals. Instead- a melding of the two happened and today we have both religious and pagan roots in holiday traditions. A night where the spiritual world and the physical world are intertwined.
Black Cats- originally seen as "good luck" when a black cat cross your path , the Church associated them with Witches and through that association, the stigma changed to "bad luck"
Jack-o-lanterns- Comes from an Irish Folktale where after losing a deal with the devil- A not so clever farmer ends up becoming "Jack of the Lantern" and wanders the earth with a candle lit inside of a turnip."

Most of our Halloween tradition came with the immigrants from Ireland in the 1800's. And much of it was melted together in America and then adopted out to other countries- such as Canada, UK and Australia as a 20th century "pop culture" tradition!
(from Wikipedia.com)

...Here's to Muddling Through!"

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6&7 NIV

Recently I have been
thinking about these verses, so often we think of results and pray fervently for them. Lord heal, Lord save, Lord spare me. Lord take care of this or of that. And if He does, we we think He is watching out for us and if He doesn't we think He doesn't care for us. But answering our prayers, the way we think they should be answered is not the promise. The promise is that no matter what is happening, no matter how much we are in "the depth of despair" to borrow a quote from Anne Shirley, He will guard our hearts, since the Evil One is always looking for an opening. In other words, when life, or people, or our own stupidity wounds us, leaves us open for attack He will be there to make sure that we are protected. Nothing, no event, no circumstance should cause us to doubt His love and His protection.
Now I am not saying, we should be dancing in the streets when bad things happen. Some circumstance call for "muddling through". Getting through one day at a time, only think about one day at a time, is sometimes all we can do.
I am in such a time. There will be no quick solutions to the difficult waters I am navigating right now. We are dealing with ailing parents, that need help, a lot of help that takes a lot of time. My husband and I still have small children, careers and commitments, so shifting our lives, which are full, so there is room for this new responsibility is taking its toll.
And as usually in stressful times, are we getting to church every Sunday, doing a daily devotional, praying frevently? No- my prayers as of late, are a few words- " Lord, help" or filled with petty frustrations on my part and complaints- but He will listen and then am amazing thing happens, a feeling of ....the universal word would be peace- but it is more a feeling of " it will be alright, it will be okay, you will survive this cause I am right here with you." washes over me. He guards my heart. It is a promise He will never break.

..."The City Different"

Went to Santa Fe this weekend with some girlfriends. What an amazing city,known as "The City Different", which one of my girlfriends wanted me to explain to her why.I couldn't, but after we walked the streets for the weekend, she didn't need anyone to.
In the center of Santa Fe is the town plaza. On one side of it is the Palace of the Governors, where from 1600's the Spanish and the Native People have been playing a serious game of "King of the Hill", battling and retaking the compound, each in possession of it for a few decades.Why did they each want it so bad, for the Native People it was to maintain their way of life and existence, the Spainish, to benifit from the riches of the North they had to hold Santa Fe as a hub for their trade routes up from Mexico.
Trade is still here at the plaza, now the Native Americans fill the long porch of the Palace, sitting near blanket filled with silver and inlaid stone jewelry, as the crowds slowly pass by, crouching down to buy their wears.
The streets jut out from the plaza, with narrow sidewalks next to adobe walls that guard the hacindas behind them. But now, through the gates of the hacindas, lining their flower laidened courtyards are shops and galleries and days can be spent wandering the maze and getting lost, if only for awile, in the "City Different"

...until it's gone

You know we never appreciate the quiet, serene, almost idyllic times in our lives. The summer days outside watching our kids, or the winter night around a cozy fire until something happens to siderail what we take for granted. Our family recently got siderailed when my mother in law fell and broke her hip. Now the discussion around the dinner table is who is going to the rehab center at what time and what we have to install- be it a bathroom pull up bar and constructing a ramp. Most people deal with this in their fifties and sixties- I'm not even forty yet, my children are still in elementary school. But my husband's parents were both in their forties when they had him and he is an only child- so we are dealing with this now. Do my kids understand- not really- right now they see lost opportunity of after school activities and weekend activities that just are not going to happen for awhile. Will they understand later in life- I think so, I hope we are an example- I witnessed my mother taking care of my grandma, my father in law taking care of his father- I hope we are teaching them the right way to take care of those in our family who need our help, but I long for the lazy days and wonder how long it will be before they are back for us.

...you never know

You never know what you will find! One day I was in a Native American art gallery with my mother in law and we were looking at contemporary pottery- which is very popular. In a smart marketing mood- the Native American artists are switching their color palette to pastels to go with more modern color schemes. My mother in law likes the new colors as do a lot of other people, but I don't know- seems like in doing so we are losing the traditional art form, and when the generations of Native American artists lose the knowledge to do the pottery traditionally- it will be gone forever.
So there we were, and I was pulled over to the corner of the gallery where more traditional pottery was displayed. I'm looking at these small black plates and bowls, protected under glass. They are made by Maria Martinez (1887-1980) and her children, all from the San Ildefonso Pueblo. She is without a doubt the most famous and sought after Native American potter.
The black pots occur because of a combination of the minerals in the clay near the pueblo and in the firing process- they add animal manure to burn in the pits with the pots.
Well, my mother in law comes over and I point out Maria's pots and she casually say, " Oh, I have some of those.", I say " You mean black pots?", She says "No, her pots.", "Her pots?" I say, "Maria Martinez pots!", she says " Yes, her pots.", I ask "where are they?", "I think in my china cabinet."
So I look down under the glass at the price tag and let's just say there was none of them that were less then $1000.00 and many that were $3000.00 and up.
So we hurried to her house cause I had to see for myself and sure enough she has three Maria Martinez pots, one even held the stamps and paper clips.
Are these pots my inlaws prized possession, no. Do they comprehend the pots value now, nope. So I have become the protector of the pots- now that we are moving his parents up near us and out of the house they have been in for the last thirty years. Iwent in and stole the pots, having little faith in my husband and father in law to transport the pots carefully.
I happened to be with my mom and we had a fun time doing it, you start thinking about not tripping walking to the car- which probably makes you more likely to trip. Then we remember we had to go to the grocery store, so we covered the pots with a jacket and double checked we locked the door. Then we remembered we had to get the children from school so we secured the pots in the far back of the SUV and they did make it safely home- with lengthy discussion that these pots could pay for their first year at college- so don't touch the pots, just don't go near the pots.
We now have the pots in custody until all the furniture is moved into my in laws house and I can put them back in a safe place. My husband has repeated reminded my I Do need to give them back- back to hold the stamps and paper clips!! ( I want to cry thinking about that! )
I have actually heard of this before. There is a local story of a archeologist driving down the road with his family and slamming on the brakes because he saw a Anasazi blanket, the Native American who made the cliff dwelling in Mesa Verde, laying over a barbecue grill! So look around and pay attention- you never know what you might find!

for a good bio of Maria Martinez and a gallery of her pots go to http://www.mariapottery.com

Illustration Friday, "Farm"

This week theme was "Farm" and since my friend Sherry Rogers reminded me I actually had a farm image on my website- I will take this opportunity to pitch her new book- "If You Were a Parrot". Check out her wonderful website at http://sherryrogersillustrations.com.

Illustration Friday- "Safe"

This dog feels "safe" enough he wont get caught- to take an afternoon nap on his master's bed! Okay- it is a stretch, but I actually have a paying gig this week and won't have time to do one from scratch! This is my dog, Max, and he does this whether I might walk in on him or not. Actually he prefers the back of the couch, not the seat, he will climb up on the cushions along the back and make a nest for himself. He hasn't done it since we got the new puppy, maybe he thinks he has to clean up his act or he will be replaced! Ha, he ain't feeling so safe anymore- I can make an argument for anything!

Illustration Friday " Match"

Well that was great! This one is already on my website portfolio!!!

...Illustration Friday "play"

Yeah! I actually had an illustration that was perfect for this week- my cover from my picturebook- a story about a family who goes on the wild side- I am making a dummy- a handmade book with finished and drawn out illustrations in hopes of getting a publisher interested. I picked the Tennessee Smoky Mountains for the setting- what an amazing landscape- so lush and green and so different then the deserts of the Southwest. It is a place I hope to go soon, for the landscape, the crafts- mostly baskets- which I weave when I can and the places history- both our nations and my own families- it is where my dad grew up!

...Maxfield Parrish

When I was a little girl I would sit in my grandma house and stare at a Maxfield Parrish illustration my uncle had given her years ago. It was of a lady, her knee resting on a whitlesandsone bench in a classic garden, her hands stretched out, to the heavens over a mountain lake. As if she was imploring the Gods for something- I was convinced she was pleading for her lover somehow, he off on a dangerous trek. My grandma knew I loved it, or got tired of me asking for it so one day she allowed me to write my name on the back of it, in green crayon. The acceptable way to distinguish who would get what from her was their name on a piece of masking tape, in a inconspicous spot. My cousin said she was going to put a piece of tape on the foundation of my grandma house.
Well it was twenty some years before the painting was mine- fine by me- to enjoy my grandma into my thirtys when she died at 96. Now the illustration is near my bed and as I jump into this world of writing and illustrating stories it is such a wonderful reminder of the spark that existed so long ago- before I thought much of my career in life- to know the pull "story" had on me as a young child, I still wonder what she is begging the Gods for and will one day have to just put down on paper her story.

...A soak in Trimble Hot Springs

Saturday we went and spent the day with friend at Trimble Hot Springs. People have been soaking in the natural mineral spring located in the Animas valley, north of Durango for a very long time- including the nomadic Utes who claimed the valley for hunting for hundreds of years. Several establishments have been built near the springs starting with Frank Trimble built a "way station" in 1847. Three hotels over the years have been built near the "healing waters" and all of them have burn down. Marilyn Monroe, pictured above stayed here, during filming in around the Durango area- as did many movie stars from the golden era. Infact, not far away, is Baker's Bridge-over a small gorge, where Paul Newman and Robert Redford, were filmed jumping off the ridge for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

More on Durango illustrious past check out- http://www.durango.org/durangoarea/durangofamous.asp

...a wonderful short story

Well, I'm off the hook today- my friend Sue Cameron wrote a touching short story on her blog-
"My Own Little Corner" so here it is!

http://my-own-little-corner.blogspot.com/

A Dance of Thanksgiving
starts @ June 20th- two parts

....an Eagle Dancer

Several of the town in the Four Corners have nightly summer Native American dance performances. Being a local, it always amazes me how the tourist respond to the dancers, like they really expect them to head off on their horse to their tepees- when they see them- around the corner, taking off their costumes, with their CD walkmans in their ears, maybe playing a Gameboy, drinking a Coke, leaning against their Camero- I think the tourist are actually surprised!
The relationships in the dancers families are interesting, too- remember once when we were watching them in Taos New Mexico, two young boys were goofing around before the performance with the wooden drum sticks that would be used to beat the drum for the rhythm, well their grandfather came over and put an end to it, speaking Apache, but you know what- I didn't need a translation and the boys quickly put the drumsticks back and stopped goofing around! We're not that much different!