My website!

Yes, I have a website! My daughter built it for me. It was an assignment for school so, lovely daughter that she is, she decided that she would make one for me! I'm thrilled! She had specific criteria for the site so she couldn't do some stuff we wanted, but we'll get to those minor things later. I'll also have to get some better photos of my work to post. Until then, it looks pretty fantastic for her first website! So go to www.maryjoparkerohearn.com
Thanks Staci!!

Back in the studio

So nice. I had a couple of hours in my studio tonight. There were 2 paintings that had been hanging around for months wanting me to finish them and tonight was the night. I just love it when it works! I especially love it when I get a few hours in there. Hope to get back again soon.

So now I must try to accept this insanity.
Accept the fact that, once again, a soul with such value will be taken from the earth that needs her.
It is insanity, absurdity, stupidity.
There is no logic here.
There is no reason, no purpose, no silver lining in this damned cloud.
So here is my anger and my despair.
May it lay here and not invade those I love. They have more than they can bare.
I pray that life will still show them flowers and sunshine and warm breezes.
I will not add to their sorrow and pain.
I will only hold them to my heart and promise to always be there.
But I will not accept this insanity.
Ever.

Another heartbreak

Why is this happening? She is such a light in the gloom, a gentle hand in the dark, a tickle in our sleep. So many evils should be banished, why is such grace and joy being extinguished? What are you thinking God? The world is in need of her smile and you have decided to take it from us. There cannot be any good reason. I cannot beleive a loving god would do this. You must not exist. I have been wrong to believe.

another poem...

For the record, whether good or bad, just in my head...

Lost Dream

Parallel lines
Never to connect
Softness never caressing
Words never heard
A life never lived
Only in dreams
Softly
Just beyond reach

Thinking of my neice

Nora

She is a song
A light through the trees
A sparkle on the lake
A breeze in summer

Not plain
But not fancy
Just pure
Crystal

A treasure
to hold In your hand
Or put in your pocket
To enjoy again
And again
Forever in your heart

Diversion...

Modern dance...not something I have experienced, ever! Went last night to see a friend's production. Unfortunately we had to sit through another performance before her's. I guess I'm not very modern dance educated. The first performance was...I don't reallly know what to say...I'm pretty liberal, open-minded...but this was just disturbing and boring. Lots of skulls (yes. skulls) and discordant voices. Could have been done in 15 minutes instead of 45 F-ing minutes of torture! My friend's performance was, for me, interesting. I'm trying here! As I see it, her dance is like my abstract paintings. I just go to the canvas to see what happens...she goes to the floor to see what happens. Kind of interesting, kind of confusing. I guess the deal is, if you like the "colors" of the dance or painting it's a good thing. Having no background in paintng or dance, I just have to tip-toe through hoping that I don't pick up the wrong salame.