A Little Something Pink and Sparkly

         

            While out and about today I came across this tiny surprise...

                                                                                

          ...and I thought to myself, 'How can one resist such temptation?'  

          Yet, I tried to walk away, truly I did.  But, alas, this wee cupcake would allow none

          such nonsense, and urged me back in its' own sparkly way.

                                                                                   

 And, so the luscious cupcake came home with me. 

                                                                                  

        There is just something about a chocolate cupcake topped

         so prettily, its' frosting with just the sweetest hint of pink,  

and sparkling 

              as if kissed with sugar.  Such a sweet candle, indeed!  I love it when 

      little treasures find us like that!

                                                                                                                                                                                                      

                                                   And, lastly..this one?  

               Will, there's just no walking away from something like this.

                                                                Nope.

                                                 I am not that strong.

                                        This scrumptious delight is from

                                                      SAS Cupcakes

                                                    in Charlotte, NC.

                                                  

     
           A closed heart is much like a locked gate...

                                                                               

Quite a while ago, maybe even a couple of years now, a precious blogger shared some kind words and encouraged me to begin my own blog.  And, so I began to wonder, could I?  Could I actually begin a blog and really have something...anything to say?  Will, a bit of bravery took hold and a few days ago I finally did just that.  With a little help from my son and a photo I'd taken at a historic cemetery in Charlotte, NC I posted a tiny first.  A posting of very few words, and an entrancing face of a thoughtful figure dressed in lichen and moss.  Mournful in her solitude, she made me think of how I felt and have been feeling for the last few years.  Fallen within sorrowful thoughts of loss I had seemed to lose myself, closing off from much of that which had, in the past, given such joy and healing.  Art.  Whether with pen and ink, watercolor brush, words, or well loved items of vintage beauty, I'd shut away my muse, pushing 'him' further and further away to sit silently, hidden and unheard deep within my melancholy spirit.  But, a person's spirit tends to moulder like a forgotten piece of lace in a darkened crypt...sheesh, that's a dark analogy.  Yet, one's heart does begin to languish and forget the joys of creating and simply breathing.  Mourning is important, yes, but so is living, and day by day I have to keep reminding myself of this.  And, so, I am beginning a blog and hoping thru this blog I might reach into my heart and begin to create once again, and in this creating begin to reach out to others who share in the joys of artistic imagination.  

A Dream Begun

'Alas,' and the word came softly, as whispered upon the wind, for she mourned the passage of time...