Family Having a Merry Early Christmas

Ms. Santa Paws
Ms. Santa Paws

 

December 19th was our family Christmas. Santa DogClaws and Mrs. Paws were there, along with the Skjersaa boys, wives, and kids.

Santa Claws
Santa Claws
Dad Skjersaa
Dad Skjersaa
Kid One
Kid One
Wife One
Wife One
Granddaughters One and Two. Kid One's beautiful, fun, funny girls.
Granddaughters One and Two. Kid One’s beautiful, fun, funny girls.
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Judy and Flora

 

Kid Two and Wife
Kid Two and Wife

 

 

Light a Candle

 

 

Light a Candle
Light a Candle

Lighting a candle is a long-held practice in many cultural, family and faith traditions. The practice is common across international borders and societies. Lighting candles can bring serenity, focus and comfort, and peace.   Breathe, relax, and light a candle for peace within

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Holiday Greeting Art

Yesterday I submitted fourteen images to Looking Glass Gallery, located in the Bend River Mall annex. Seven are Solstice greetings and the other seven are holiday themes.  Watch for future post and more images.

My Solstice art is not easily photographed, as it is painted on Yupo (a plastic paper) with acrylic inks.  The inks leave a high gloss finish which reflects everything making it almost impossible to photograph.  The image I’m posting will give you an idea of my expression  of the Return of the Sun or the Solstice celebration. Inside each card is a brief explanation of the meaning of Solstice.

Solstice
Solstice

Giving Thanks on Thanksgiving 2016

I posted this poem last Fall, but it’s one of my favorites:

“Slowly,

She celebrated the sacrament of letting go.

Then orange, yellow and red, Finally she let go of her brown.

Shedding her last leaf she watched its journey to the ground.

She stood in silence wearing the color of emptiness

Her branches wondering how do you give shadow with so much gone.

She stood empty and silent stripped bare leaning against the winter sky.

She began her vigil of trust

                                                              And then the sacrament of waiting began.”

Winter is the season I “wait” for each year, anticipating the peace, surprise, and absolute beauty of snow all around, on the ground, in the trees, flakes falling through the cold skies.  Thanksgiving in the past marked the first day of skiing on the mountain.  It still does for the younger part of my family, but now, a bit older and a whole lot more cautious, I’m blessed with “slow beauty”  – or cross country skiing.  Isabella and I venture out daily, she wearing bear feet and I my skis, to feel the blessing of all that is in and all around.  I’m thankful for the quiet of winter and “trust” that the snows are here to stay.  A fire in the wood stove, holiday lights inside and out, a blanket and a good book to end the day is what I have?  (Just read “Lab Girl” – so good and funny – and now “Boys in the Boat” – well written.)  Thank you all for being but, yet, one more blessing that I can give thanks for.

Wishing everyone a Thanksgiving filled with love, kindness, wellbeing, and warmth – the warmth part is for those who prefer  temperatures that would melt snow. 

 

Isabella

 

The young ones on the mountain
The younger ones ski on the mountain on Thanksgiving
Slow Beauty
Slow Beauty

There Are Two Wolves Fighting in my Heart.

Howling at the Moon-2 (1)

This message seems appropriate today as our personal and global lives do what life does, read on.

A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt.

He said, “I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart.
One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one.”

The grandson asked him, “Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?”

The grandfather answered: “The one I feed.”

~ Native American Story ~

This post is copied from Joe Riley, Panala, a daily email post offering beautiful imagery with poetry.

Message from the Hopi Elders

Tumalo Creek awaiting possible bulldozers and construction projects. (See SWIP - surface water improvement project - on line). How could this natural resource be destroyed? Photograph by Su Skjersaa 2013

There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift, that there are those
Who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore; they will
Feel they are being torn apart and will
Suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore;
Push off into the middle of the river;
Keep our eyes open and our heads above
The water.
And I say see who is there with you and
Celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing
Personally, least of all ourselves,
For the moment we do, our spiritual
Growth and journey comes to a halt.
The Way of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves.
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and
Vocabulary.
All that we do now, must be done in a sacred
Manner; and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for.

Hopi Elder

Wishing You Sun Flowers

Just for fun, I’m send you a recent “doodle, top, and a not so recent bobble, lower.  Enjoy the sun.IMG_4852

Sold in art show
Sold, but still in my heart

Only a Mom Would…….!

Guess who is getting married tomorrow.

This is the happiest day of my life.
This is the happiest day of my life.
Watch out Mt. B.
Watch out Mt. B.
The Dude
The Dude

Coptic Stitch Books

Inside Cover of Coptic Stitched Small Book
Inside Cover of Coptic Stitched Small Book
Writings that sustain me.
Writings that sustain me.
Window above Tumalo Creek with morning reflective light,
Window above Tumalo Creek with morning reflective light,

In these remaining days in my studio I’ve turned to playing with little books and filling the pages with “reminders” to help me re-member who I am and how blessed I’ve been to live in the mountains – a life’s dream fulfilled. My next dream calls for “this or something equally as harmonious.”

Art is Beauty

My art is a medium where I play with truth, hope, humor, and if I’m lucky my art will reflect some of my inner courage, and heart-self back to me.  It’s a challenge to pin down a/the definition of Art.  For me its everything.  In my understanding of the universe art is “arting” in every moment, a never ending cycle of creation – and destruction.  Otto Rank says you cannot create without destroying.  Took me a couple of years to unravel that one. 

I have just finished the piece I named “The Altar of the Heart,” which I previously published “unfinished.”  I haven’t liked it much until today.  Now it’s stuffed full of new and unexpected shapes and symbols – which will likely reveal their meaning as time goes by.

Thank you for visiting my site.  Come back anytime.

Altar if the Heart Completed.
Altar if the Heart Completed.
Blue Bird
Blue Bird
Just Fun
Just Fun
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Spring at Last