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Somebody stop me!

Blogging in and of inself is only a tool, as are the computers we blog on and the internet that connects us; that's important to remember. I love the term conversation. What an amazing conversation. We're talking to nobody and EVERYBODY; leaving our words and images in a place where they may virtually NEVER GO AWAY. In my mind, this approximates spiritual connectedness better than anything. Or not. Suffice to say, it's going to be an interesting ride from here on out.

I began this blog a year ago and then I took everything I knew about blogs and started a new one, more of an art gallery format than 'personal journal with art'. Please visit and if you want to hit the buy now button every once in a while, you could be my new best friend!

Come to Little Works Gallery . I'll try to stuff your psyche with creative beauty and provocative words.

'Till then,

Lily and Love

"I have not always taken the highest choice, and have suffered the consequences of those choices. The only thing that matters is love, everything else is totally irrelevant. What we do is not important. What is important is how we do it. We do it with love." Elizabeth Kübler-Ross The Tunnel and The Light 

Sad is just another feeling...

After a refreshing break from blogging...

Sometimes when our back is against the wall, the best thing we can do is sit down and be quiet. – Philip Martin

Those blue flowers took a lot out of me. That, and discovering Jeremy Sutton and Painter and Painter IV Creativity Digital Artist's Handbook. My right brain was frenzied. But I'm back and considering Blog Day, thanks to Hugh. I love Hugh.

Now to find five new blogs to blog about by the 31st...

More blue flowers...

Change your language and you change your thoughts. – Karl Albrecht

Today I will not use these words: stupid, ugly, idiot. Not even fondly. I will struggle to fit beautiful, precious, kind and appreciate into the day. Out: should, can't. In: Will, can. This should, I mean will, be interesting. Idiot.

Thanks to Sister Christine Wilcox for the reference.

S*x [buy a vowel], pure 'n simple...

Blue flowers. They kill me. These provocative little blooms were birthday flowers from very special friends who remembered that.

So blue flowers and good wishes to my birthday buddies, fabulous photographer Ron Anton Rocz, incomparable  crooner and artist Tony Bennett, my success superhero Martha Stewart and Walter Knipp, wherever he may be.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. –Mark Twain

You just have to forgive all the time. Worth it, though.