moody hues

hi lovies,
i do apologize. wordpress has taken me much time and is also very distracting in all it's bells and whistles. i am having fun playing but should be sticking more to the business of getting my blog back up.

here is the address for one. http://musingsoncountryliving.wordpress.com/

i say one because i have registered several blog names because it's fun to play with words. i will ask you your ideas when i can talk to you again. i miss blogging lots and almost posted a WW but thought it just confuses things...thus didn't.

am not here either so please come see me there^ @ http://musingsoncountryliving.wordpress.com/

it's not much right now but it's something...a start. vulturepeakmuse also now lives on wp after days of trying to get google to let go of it. exporting was so easy before and NOW? forget it, very difficult but at 4am i did get it accomplished and completed. before they would only allow bits and pieces and so now i have one blog with bits and pieces of it and another with the whole thing and frankly don't know which right now. i will get it together eventually.

xoxoxoxo and hope to see you soon over there!

I must be a crazy artist + happenings + where to next linda

APOLOGIES: I HAVE TRIED TO CHANGE BOTH BACKGROUND AND TEXT TO BE MORE READABLE BUT CANNOT MAKE IT STICK. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME... LOVE TO YOU AND YOU AND .....

"new starts"

bad photo of watercolor on my painting table

this is one of 3 paintings i've begun the first wash. This one is fun because that big MOON is.... how can i resist?  

and this double spacing is driving me nuts and I cannot figure it out-it looks one way in draft and another in the post published.

I am moving to WordPress.

hello lovies... 

Yes, it IS I.  

Ok...firstly where I have been. Madly trying to edit my 450+ vpm posts before today(3/1) because of Gooplans. I wanted to edit/delete editted posts that seemed like TMI.

HISTORY

Creating a blog about mental illness as vpm was originally, quickly went awry. Trolls, spam … It brought them faster than ticks on a boar! Being a virgin blogger,I didn't realize. Unfortunately it still does today too but my skin is thicker. 

I am a vociferous advocate for the mentally ill, having a few ills myself. So not to be deterred I did soften my message and also went to other "categories/labels". Today vulture looks nothing like I thought it might in 2008. 

Wanting to export vpm to wordpress, I was nervous I couldn't once the change was made @ Blogger. There was a time when one could but I was too late.(knowing how G. feels about "their" content.) 

I discovered they were more than happy to "let me" export BUT *they would keep a copy of it up "just in case i returned to it later".(*syn. moment=this color[+fact] makes me barf) In other words, it's there as if I never took it away and I cannot delete it or it WOULD live forever. Now finally… i am beyond caring.   Ok....tadah, i give you~

 !TODAY!

I am "almost"  done. And my depression I fell into without a net at the bottom of the black hole, seems better...one like myself never knows as the X hasn't worn off. However I had Giant Black Bug syndrome (yeah, tmi) so meds were in order. I didn't call for them because I am stubborn? Cowboy did. Blame him for the vociferous post today if it is. :)

Now I'll upload one of my better photos taken 

I cannot make it work! grrr... Ok, next post I will tell you about the new treasures, new gates we built from fallen old trees, linda and the tick, so on and so forth. Perhaps the tick was depressed? 

xoxoxoxxoxoxoxo and love too.

linda ~

*syn=synesthesia 

Time Seen

As years go by I see life differently. 

 My art becomes the sound of my voice, heartbeats, my body hollows.

Within is the resonant tone of an ancient bell, slowly fading away.

Translucent skin stretched over bone, I ponder the passage of time.  

There seems a transparency glimpsed through tiny shafts of light.

Like the dust in a darkened room, the sun upon each one once. Tiny glints momentarily floating on air.

 

Lovely is a perfect blue or softest violet without the need of orange.

A sunset fades to lavender light illuminating trees' bare branches until they glisten about their edges.

"Buddhas with Crystals"

Deepening pink shadows soften into the gray of fading light. 

Slender threads connect us, weaving silvery traces.   

We soften, become more pliable within the life we've lived, 

shaped by all we have loved.

Softening in heart's silver radiance, a full moon above the fog yet casts the slightest glimmer.

 The past fades, cast in mute imagery.  We lose focus upon what might have been. 

Our present moment becomes the gift it was always meant to be.