Last
Friday, I saw a huge flock of robins nearby my house, eagerly eating
berries that had fallen from the holly trees, as well as perching in the
branches and other trees nearby. I quickly grabbed my camera, hoping
for a good picture for a Valentine's Day card. I managed to get a
picture of these three robins together and love the result. I noticed
how the positions of these robins resemble a heart shape, and I worked
on Photoshop to make this Valentine's card I'm posting here.
As a note, I've been trying to work with this blog's new settings, and it's finally letting me post text again. It wouldn't let me earlier.
Rachael's Life and Artistic Ways
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Sunday, May 13, 2012
After a very long absence where I've just mostly been using Facebook, I'm finally back. I'll try to catch up.
Last Sunday morning, I had a vivid dream of Daddy's mother, Grandma Rose, walking up to me. I felt I had to preserve that dream in form of a poem and share it with others. I had the week to reflect on the dream and work on the poem. I completed the poem Friday evening. I e-mailed it to Daddy's brother Roy, plus shared it to individual family members at Mommy's family's Mother's Day dinner, and they loved it. As I grew up, Grandma Rose was living in Carnegie, Oklahoma but came Berea for Thanksgiving every year until 1999. I loved those times together, plus the few visits to her house. I got to spend her last Christmas with her at a nursing home in Las Vegas where Roy lives. She had died in October of 2000 when I was 18 years old. Grandma Rose herself wrote comforting poems about death and going up to Heaven. They made me feel better right after she died. I felt she was speaking to me from Heaven. The poems helped me when Grandma Betty was dying too. Grandma Rose's poetry and artwork have influenced me as a writer and an artist. I thought that posting this poem on Facebook would make a fine Mother's Day treat, though Mother's Day is nearly over by now.
A Heavenly Presence on My Shoulder
By Rachael White
I rarely get to dream of a loved one who has died,
So when I do, I cherish the happy reunion in my mind.
It doesn’t matter that when I awaken they are gone.
The enduring visions of us together are ever so kind.
Grandma Rose just appeared to me in such a dream,
Eleven and a half years after she passed away.
I saw her walking towards me in a crowded room.
Her eyes were shut but she seemed to know the way.
I became worried about her not opening her eyes,
And also about the grim look that was on her face.
I wondered if she had developed a blindness
That kept her from seeing Heaven in all its grace.
She ended up reclining directly in front of me
And placed her weary head on my left shoulder.
I anxiously gazed down at her still closed eyes.
My face was just a very few inches away from her.
Suddenly Grandma Rose’s eyes were opening
And she immediately looked upwards right at me.
Her disturbed face was replaced by a huge smile.
My being there was just the thing to make her happy.
I smiled back, deeply relieved that she could see again.
I was very touched by our pure joy to be together.
No words needed to be exchanged between us.
Our smiles showed how our deep bond was still there.
The happy encounter lasted only a bit before I awakened,
But Grandma Rose’s smiling face continued to linger on.
It was just my second dream I had of her since she died,
Though I’ve often imagined her beside me when I’m alone.
We lived several states apart during my growing up years,
But I loved the rare times together that we’ve shared.
I keep those pleasant memories of us visiting each other.
I am a granddaughter whom Grandma Rose really cared.
Last Sunday morning, I had a vivid dream of Daddy's mother, Grandma Rose, walking up to me. I felt I had to preserve that dream in form of a poem and share it with others. I had the week to reflect on the dream and work on the poem. I completed the poem Friday evening. I e-mailed it to Daddy's brother Roy, plus shared it to individual family members at Mommy's family's Mother's Day dinner, and they loved it. As I grew up, Grandma Rose was living in Carnegie, Oklahoma but came Berea for Thanksgiving every year until 1999. I loved those times together, plus the few visits to her house. I got to spend her last Christmas with her at a nursing home in Las Vegas where Roy lives. She had died in October of 2000 when I was 18 years old. Grandma Rose herself wrote comforting poems about death and going up to Heaven. They made me feel better right after she died. I felt she was speaking to me from Heaven. The poems helped me when Grandma Betty was dying too. Grandma Rose's poetry and artwork have influenced me as a writer and an artist. I thought that posting this poem on Facebook would make a fine Mother's Day treat, though Mother's Day is nearly over by now.
A Heavenly Presence on My Shoulder
By Rachael White
I rarely get to dream of a loved one who has died,
So when I do, I cherish the happy reunion in my mind.
It doesn’t matter that when I awaken they are gone.
The enduring visions of us together are ever so kind.
Grandma Rose just appeared to me in such a dream,
Eleven and a half years after she passed away.
I saw her walking towards me in a crowded room.
Her eyes were shut but she seemed to know the way.
I became worried about her not opening her eyes,
And also about the grim look that was on her face.
I wondered if she had developed a blindness
That kept her from seeing Heaven in all its grace.
She ended up reclining directly in front of me
And placed her weary head on my left shoulder.
I anxiously gazed down at her still closed eyes.
My face was just a very few inches away from her.
Suddenly Grandma Rose’s eyes were opening
And she immediately looked upwards right at me.
Her disturbed face was replaced by a huge smile.
My being there was just the thing to make her happy.
I smiled back, deeply relieved that she could see again.
I was very touched by our pure joy to be together.
No words needed to be exchanged between us.
Our smiles showed how our deep bond was still there.
The happy encounter lasted only a bit before I awakened,
But Grandma Rose’s smiling face continued to linger on.
It was just my second dream I had of her since she died,
Though I’ve often imagined her beside me when I’m alone.
We lived several states apart during my growing up years,
But I loved the rare times together that we’ve shared.
I keep those pleasant memories of us visiting each other.
I am a granddaughter whom Grandma Rose really cared.
Monday, February 14, 2011
My Pippin Valentine
Pippin is helping me wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day this year. He is so special to me. After he disappeared overnight in January and I came to his rescue the following evening after much worrying, I was inspired to draw him for my Valentine card. You can read about his disappearance in the story below. Pippin shows his love to me, and I wanted to share that love with everybody.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Pippin Enjoying My Dresser
As my parents are off on their anniversary trip to Georgia and I am left alone, I felt that I should get back onto my blog and connect with people. Mommy had given me a bunch of clothes to put in my dresser in my house, and last night before they left, I carried a backpack full of clothes to my dresser, with my cat Pippin accompanying me. Pippin often likes to jump onto my dresser, and he became very interested in the open drawers. He found the bottom drawer a very nice place to take a rest. I was quite amused and very glad that my camera was available right there in my backpack. It was hard to get a clear picture without a flash, and it took several tries. I wanted to get the natural lighting from the hall light and my bedside lamp. Pippin had his head buried in a dark and very colorful blouse of mine in this picture.
Pippin then stuck his head up, and I tried to get another picture, but Daddy interrupted the picture taking when he entered my house with cat litter and bird seed. Pippin jumped out of my dresser and onto the stairs, but after Daddy left, Pippin settled on top of the dresser and peered down at me as I still sat on the floor. His pose made for another sweet picture.
Pippin then stuck his head up, and I tried to get another picture, but Daddy interrupted the picture taking when he entered my house with cat litter and bird seed. Pippin jumped out of my dresser and onto the stairs, but after Daddy left, Pippin settled on top of the dresser and peered down at me as I still sat on the floor. His pose made for another sweet picture.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Today is Pippin's Third Birthday
My cat Pippin turned three today, and unfortunately I couldn't be with him most of the day, since I had church this morning, and then I was at Berea's Spoonbread Festival all afternoon. I wanted to share with everybody this spring photo I took of him and some flowers from a flowering bush that was hanging over my back deck this past May. Pippin was looking up above my house. He was probably watching a bird or squirrel.
The picture below is a better view of the bush and my big tree beyond. I loved these flowers when they were present. I'm now getting ready for fall.
The picture below is a better view of the bush and my big tree beyond. I loved these flowers when they were present. I'm now getting ready for fall.
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