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What Are You Reading This Week?

This week I have been painting more & reading less, but I still made time for a couple of books!

The Woman in the Library ~ I loved how this was cleverly written! Halfway through the book, I was distracted by a BIG event, and I wasn’t able to figure out who did it until the last second. I enjoyed it.

That Holiday Feeling / Under the Christmas Tree (Nate & Annie) Christmas, Snow and Puppies!! A cute short story by Robynn Carr – Book 7.5/8 of the series.

Forbidden Falls – (Noah & Ellie) A Reverand buys a church off of eBay!?!? Then hires an ex-exotic dancer to help! This story (and Ellie’s Grandmothers sayings) was a breath of fresh air. Book #9 of the Virgin River Series.

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What are YOU Reading!?

My Magnificent ‘Paint By Numbers’ Painting of Rainy London at Night! ~ Just because I need someone to tell me where the colors go doesn’t make it less fun or Artsy LOL!

A Summer Breeze

Sketch by Faith L. Sanders, August 18th, 1973

A poem by Faith L. Sanders ~ Thursday, September 8, 1983

A southern breeze

through wide-open window

is ruffling the curtains tonight

It blows in my bedroom

fresh – fanning my face ~

a whispered caress of delight.

This summery breeze

on its fanciful fling

is fickle as fall evenings near.

And so I resolve

I will not think ahead

but bask in its warmth while it’s here.

NEW!

Question of the day!

What Does my Home Say?

A pre-painting sketch of a home by Faith L. Sanders, July 1973

After sharing a picture & having many conversations about the cozy corner that I paint in, it reminded me of a poem my Grandmother wrote. We all live in a way that works for us. I remember having a trampoline & slide in our living room & an outdoor intended tent inside. Autism formed “Our way”. Because we are human, our minds might wander to wonder as to what others “think” of our space. I stopped thinking about this long ago – since I knew NOBODY who had 2 autistic children and so our needs were different. We made our house OUR HOME. A comfortable place for us to be a family… That is all that matters.

A poem by Faith L. Sanders, Tuesday, September 13th, 1983

When you come where I do dwell,

What messages does my house tell?

Fastidiously neat and bare~

Precisely placed is every chair-

Books in order on the shelf~

What does that say of myself?

Dishes undone in the sink;

Garbage gives a gentle stink-

Dustballs rolling on the floor –

Did you notice at the door?

Among the clutter and the clear

spaces, do sure signs appear

saying. “Welcome ~ Come have FUN” ~

or would you rather turn and run?

“I”

Ruffed Grouse Sketch by Faith L. Sanders April 23rd, 1973

This poem is one of my favorites. There is so much unknown and I often wonder about these same thoughts nearly 40 years after this was written!

A poem by Faith L. Sanders July 16th, 1983

“I”

A poem about the concept of “I”

Is audacious of me to even try;

for if “I” eternal do only dwell

temporarily in this shell,

Where have “I” been; where shall “I” be

before & after the time I’m “me?”

A drop in the wave?

A part of the whole?

An innocent gleam in the oversoul?

Which Philosopher do I trust

in planning whether I boom or bust?

Who says I couldn’t be a cat

or sail through nights as a winged bat

or grow from roots a stem & flower?

Who sets limits to my power?

What I’d really like to know

{If I’m eternal in this show}

Why did I bestow on me

Such a lousy memory.

Why no recollection merry

of my lives as elf & fairy?

Why no glimmer from the past

of prowling slow or flying fast~

of hoping- hating- hurting or

of feeling “I’ve done this before?”

Perhaps each time the slate wipes clean

to give each “I” a brand-new scene

intriguing me to find the clue

of why I’m here & what to do.

To write this poem while I’m still me

is an exercise in futility~

For when I die & then do know,

The curtain’s down~ end of show.

In a Different Time.

A sketch by Faith L. Sanders, April 24th, 1973

Allow me to share what my recent experiences have been so you can better place my mind frame to start something new. I don’t expect anyone to fully understand how I can just walk away from stability with no solid plans, just big dreams and abide-full listening to my heart/soul’s desires. AKA Holy Spirit Led.

Faith, my grandmother’s name was Faith. She was part of the generation when ladies were encouraged to learn to draw, play music & write poetry.   I connected with her on a deep level because we both struggled with depression.  She was an incredible composer, musician, writer, artist, & bird aficionado.

A few weeks ago, my Mom and I were looking through old picture albums and came across some journals of hers. They aren’t’ like a “spill all” diary, but a place where she went to share her days and write poetry about her thoughts.

I have never been more inspired than after reading half of the first journal. I want to share her cleverness with the world. She made me laugh out loud, ponder deeply and feel love~ All with words she randomly threw together during her day.

I love words.  I love making people feel, think & desire to grow to the next level of themselves. She did this with only a few rhyming lines. Here is a poem she wrote on a random afternoon, in the same spot I found my peace last month, 39 years ago.

Tuesday, July 5th, 1983

“When nature spreads her bountiful garment

Over warm waiting earth,

There’s a lush green growing glowing goodness

gradually giving birth,

To an attitude of praise and gladness-

a feeling of presence near,

Within, without, all round about

An unreasonable aura of cheer.

A glad-to-be-alive sensation,

Unfathomable sense of high elation

Of taking part in Love’s creation

In the blossoming time of the year. “

By Faith L. Sanders