Patti Edmon Artist

What's more fun than going to a baby shower? Making the card of course!! I've been to a zillion showers, some more interesting than others, but this was an elegant, catered party with fabulous hors d'oeuvres, quiche, mimosas (I only had one) and gourmet cupcakes. Hosted by my friend Debbie, (often referred to here as my art angel:) and she definitely knows how to throw a party. It was a three-hour long gathering of interesting, funny, charming women! Though many of us were meeting for the first time, we are all bonded by motherhood. One of my favorite part is the sharing of our own stories - the sometimes heartache, funny labor room anecdotes, and always fond remembrances. It's amazing how, after two, or a dozen or more years every detail is imprinted in the part of our memory that will never fade. I brought the card back home - plan to remove the wire and attach it to a small collage with the embellished heart and the haiku I wrote: For Crystal tight fist unfolding wh...

changing seasons old friends consider another morning, same says one, the other nods... I've been writing haiku since summer, for the first time in years (and years?). I wrote one for a challenge in Life is a Verb and it hit a nerve. I wrote a few more after completing the exercise and then a few more and the floodgates opened. I've been scribbling them in church (after the sermon of course), at traffic lights, the grocery store, in meditation and prayer for friends whose deep, troubling needs fill me with anguish. So neat, so compact, like an ATC, a small collage, a photograph... an entire story conveyed in a glance. Or, in 17 syllables. Probably for the same reason that, when I wrote fiction, I focused on the short story. Not because it's easier; anyone familiar with the mechanics of a good short story knows that it has to do the job of an entire novel in a fraction of the space. In my teens and early twenties I spent a great deal of time writing poetry and it was deepl...

Lord make me a prism come, shatter the darkness and shine your light through me Happy Monday, hope your week is filled with meaning, creativity and light!

Haiku leaves, so much the same how can we know that they fall from different trees ~patti edmon 9.11.09 For a moment let us put aside our differences and look at ourselves not as Democrat or Republican, black or white, Presbyterian or Baptist, Jewish or Muslim. Or atheist. Or corporate, academic, small business owner or fast food cook. Let us consider how this world would be if we put aside bias and judgment and remember that we are all one people. For an amazing post and names of all the individuals who died on 9.11.01, visit Patti Digh's blog . She challenges us to appreciate our freedom to choose how we move forward, as we remember those who do not have that opportunity. I choose to seek grace with an open heart and undivided mind and an abundance of thanks for all that I have been blessed with on this sunny, warm, quiet day.

the hearts only bleed when the buds unfurl their red painted petals Inspire Me Thursday

the petals stun, their red so bold and deep, a promise of radiant spring

for Aunt Grey spirit seeks freedom from the shackles of time on the prison of earth Flower Dreams breath on the night sky fragrant petals drift inside my deep dreams flower Daughter Love my daughter fills the  well with love and her smile waters my heart