The Sunshine Factor

where sunshine is a way of life


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Art Gallery in the Magazine

Hi!  Do you see the pictures below the Pinterest banner – in the right sidebar?  I refer to those pictures as my Art Gallery.  I plan to switch them out monthly unless there are some that are really liked by people.  How would I know which ones people like, you ask?

If you click on any of the pictures to see better, you will see the picture, its entire caption, AND a chance to comment on it.  My computer would not let me comment, but that’s probably because I originated the gallery.  But YOU can…give it a shot and let me know how it works out.

http://stantonsunshine.net

 

Thanks!

 


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How To Make Time Stand Still

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The subtitle of this post could be “Or, How To Not Notice Time Going By”.

When writers are flowing with ideas and they are living in a dream-like world, this is called “flowing” or “in the flow”.  When I have been there, I literally did not stop for a meal or notice that I was hungry.  I was enjoying myself too much.  🙂

I don’t know what it’s called for painters, but I can imagine it’s something very similar.  I imagine that their brush strokes cannot be put on the canvas fast enough, and in their mind’s eye they can already see the finished product.

Sculptors and potters, working with their hands to create lovely objects, perhaps cannot notice anything in their world except their ever-changing, new creation.

I believe that everyone can make time stand still.  How?  They can live in and enjoy the moment, and nothing else matters.  🙂

Have a great day!


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The Myth of Delicate – Part One

English: Surf at Clipperton Island in the Paci...

English: Surf at Clipperton Island in the Pacific Ocean (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She was a lady of the ocean, the girl that the song phrases “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” and “green-eyed lady, ocean lady” were written about.  Yes – she did work as a cocktail waitress at a seaside bar, and she had beautiful green eyes like that of the sea she loved.  Her long hair of copper hue made her look like a princess.

This girl was named Delicate at birth, and indeed she lived up to her name.  Her limbs were long, and she had a charming delicacy about her.   She loved the ocean and birds and animals, often wishing she had a horse that she could ride up and down the coast.   Delicate rented a room above her grandmother’s duplex, so her waitress salary was adequate.  She spent her spare time at the ocean’s edge, frolicking in the surf or painting an oil picture of her favorite subject.

Delicate had many friends and was loved by all, young and old and anywhere in between.  This is why a well-known fact was a mystery.

Delicate had only two great loves in her whole life.

Her first love was actually just a school-girl crush, and he wasn’t actually hers.  She was a pretty although timid girl, so did not make moves on anyone.

Her second and last love was what all love stories are written about.   They had the love of the century, and of course Delicate thought it would last forever, till the day he came to her and announced to her his intention of leaving.

He, the seaman, who had treated her so well and gave her a silver locket bearing his name, had resolved that he was ultimately more in love with the sea than with her.

Delicate understood this because she loved the ocean with the same passion and fervor too.   But she didn’t understand why he couldn’t love both of them.  How could the ocean, this fluid, wonderful friend of theirs, be her enemy and competitor?

Delicate was in an awful state of mind.   She stopped eating and sleeping, lost her dreams and her passion of music and artwork.  To be sure, she stopped swimming in the surf.  She even said goodbye to her dolphin friends and to her grandmother.

Delicate unceremoniously quit her job at the bar and ran away to the forest, to where the sunlight only partially came beaming down on her.  This was a pretty dark place, matching her mood exactly.  She lived there for days with the beasts and birds of the forest and ate berries for sustenance.

Weaker and weaker this girl got, and she yearned for the ocean.  The sound and sight of it had always calmed her down before…but this time, when in the forest she could hardly hear the ocean anymore, it provided no help.

Delicate decided that even though she was mad at the ocean for taking her love away, she needed to go to it.  To lay at surfside and let the water wash over her and tickle her feet.  To splash its water and maybe even frolic in it once again.

By this time, Delicate was fading fast.  She was so weak, it took her a week to crawl back to the water.  When the ocean saw her, it rejoiced.  It celebrated with exploding waves that imparted happiness to Delicate.  She got in the water, and then something incredible happened.

See you on Saturday with the conclusion of this tale


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Art and Decorating Style

I LOVE visual arts and have favorite art styles.

I find it interesting that our house has more than one decorating style.

I LOVE impressionistic art and its fine pastels, hence my impressionistic ocean-themed living room.  I like the artist Thomas Kincaid (“Painter of Light”).

Bright colors intrigue me, and our guest bedroom speaks to the French Country style (like Ms. Engelbreit’s pictures).

The master bedroom’s style is American Country, complete with quilts and decorations not-so-shiny.

Maybe it’s because of the new furniture we are getting that has my mind wrapped up in interior decorating – but either way, what is life if we can’t enjoy color?  🙂

takes your breath away

takes your breath away


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Poetry Saturday: “Winter Bliss”

Today’s poetry style is the occasional or random rhyme in a free verse poem – example:  

“They crossed the rocks in stocking feet

while the wind troubled locks of golden hair.”

This will take some effort for me because I am used to rhyming almost everything.  🙂

English: Snow covered trees.

English: Snow covered trees. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

WINTER BLISS

Maybe there is winter bliss after all

I hope you didn’t miss nature’s embroidery

that was strewn on the trees and bushes with a kiss

from Mother Nature.

 

A beautiful design in nature could be seen

there is nothing more fine than frosted branches

when a straight line you cannot find

in this sky-reaching embroidery vine of snow.

 

Stark, cold and beautiful

was this bold, generous display of Nature.

It never gets old, this gorgeous sight

If you miss it, you can’t experience it but only be told.

 

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Creative – Me? Yes!

Creativity is  everywhere you look.

The obvious kind includes the visual artist who can tell stories underneath the paint strokes and clay figures and whatever other material he uses.

Or the writer who can bring up emotions in the reader and has a talent for putting together words in various engaging ways.

But are some of you out there thinking you have no real special talents and that you’re not creative?

I beg to differ.  🙂

“To create” is the main part of the name Creator.  Our Creator has made people (with no two sets of fingerprints that are alike!) and animals, fish and birds of all types.  There are so many varieties of each, just like there are many, many human personalities in existence.

I know of some people who have really taken off with the “green” craze and know hundreds of ways to recycle and repurpose things and save the environment.  They are creative in their own right.

My friend Patti (who had her own photography business) can decorate a kitchen or bathroom counter by assembling like items for the season or holiday – in unique ways.   It’s always a joy to visit her at her house.  Without meaning to, Patti has helped me to live outside the box a little in how I decorate or take care of my home – I’m loosening up a little and still enjoy housekeeping.   The interior of my home and Patti’s changes with the seasons – a nice little reminder of life!  🙂

So – if you were made by the Creator, you inherited a “creative gene” inside you.  There are some things you are able to do that other people just can’t.  Hence, you are creative.  It may not be very recognizable, such as the visual and written arts, but it’s there.  Celebrate it!  Be thankful that you are one of a kind and there is no one else quite like you.


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New Series: Abilities, Talents, and Gifts

English: Photograph of the renovated facade of...

English: Photograph of the renovated facade of the Juilliard School building, at 65th and Broadway, New York City. Original Building by Pietro Belluschi, 1969; renovation by Diller Scofidio + Renfro 2009. Alice Tully Hall Lobby. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

"Kelly's" a restaurant in Key West F...

“Kelly’s” a restaurant in Key West Florida (Photo credit: Mberjano)

Talents

Talents are activities that you are very good at.  A person can draw things that actually resemble real life…a person plays the piano well enough to attend Interlochen Arts Academy and Juilliard

In Biblical days, talents were actually a form of currency.  There was a story of someone who buried their talents.   Today, it would be silly for someone to bury their money in the dirt.  But — are the talents we have being practiced and improved upon?  Or are they just kind of forgotten and pushed away, because life is so busy?

What are your talents?  Think about that today and visit tomorrow for a conversation on gifts.

I wish you a very happy and blessed November,

Debb