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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

pumpkins pumpkins everywhere

        Aww, the smell of pumpkin baking! Such beautiful color!

Made up some beautiful pumpkin jam, pumpkin breads, pumpkin cake, pumpkin soup, spiced pumpkin seeds...

Of course,
some had to be decorated!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Up the Down Staircase

found on Steve McCurry's beautiful blog

 Upstairs, Downstairs

For centuries, stairs have symbolized journeys, rites of passage,
and stages of  life in art, literature, and music.

My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
‘Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
Fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul
William Butler Yeats
Stairs are climbed step by step.
- Turkish Proverb

Children’s stories tell tales of boys and girls discovering treasures upstairs in the
attic and fearing what is downstairs in the basement.
Faith is taking the first step even when
you don’t see the whole staircase.

- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe,
grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts,
emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
- John Steinbeck
Jodhpur, India
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be
through Earth’s loveliness.
- Michelangelo
Mt. Popa, Burma
The stairway climbs a 300-foot lava plug crowned by Buddhist temples.
Mother to Son
Well, Son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor –
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now –
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
- Langston Hughes
New York, September 12, 2001 


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

"Wish I Could Fly"

New Oil Painting "Wish I Could Fly" by Janie Mills
18" x 24" including hand-built pine frame on birch wood panel prepared with multiple layers of papers, varnish and oil. Sanding back exposed paper floral designs. The result is truly an amazing array of texture, colors and subtleties.

"Hibiscus Dreams"

New Oil Painting - "Hibiscus Dreams" by Janie Mills
18" x 24" including hand-built, pine frame on birch wood panel

Fresh Coat of Paint

I just finished painting my laundry room. Every time I open the door to the room, it makes me feel happy. It makes me want to do a happy dance while doing wash. Now, that is really sick! :) I just read that painting only one wall in a room is now "out", so, of course, since I always like to go against the latest and greatest in design... I just had to go against the grain.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Milagros/Ex Votos

Milagros/Ex Votos by shadowplay
Milagros/Ex Votos, a photo by shadowplay on Flickr- photographed in New Orleans.
To see Milagros for sale, see -
 My first experience with Milagros and Ex Votos was a visit to the Santuario in Chimayo NM, many years ago. An entire room filled with crutches, braces, canes, etc. no longer needed. Prayers answered and faith shared. Witnessing this literal show of gratitude is powerful. It has forever been etched into my heart.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

For Easter - Hill Of Crosses

A Vintage Green Life: HILL OF CROSSES:          

The Hill of Crosses is located in northern Lithuania
and over the years has become a National Pilgrimage center.
The tradition of placing crosses here dates back to the 14th century originally,
(I came across a few different dates while researching)
and probably arose as a symbol of Lithuanian defiance of foreign invaders.
In more recent times when Soviet Russia controlled it, the hill was leveled by
bulldozers three times...1961, 1973, and 1975.
The crosses were burned or turned to scrap metal and the area covered with waste and sewage.
Each time the Hill arose again when local inhabitants and pilgrims from
all over Lithuania rapidly replaced crosses on the hill.

Finally left in peace the sacred hill is now visited each year
by thousands of pilgrims, a good many of them leaving crosses,
some in memory of loved ones.

On windy days breezes blow through the crosses and hanging rosaries
producing their own unique music.

Monday, February 27, 2012