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January 27, 2015
ĽAdelaide

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Wildflowers~A Small Offering

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Amazingly it’s getting to be that time of year. The men are pruning the vineyard, grass is growing from the few rains we’ve had, a warm sun is shining and there are wildflowers popping up all over!

A small offering…

What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places? ~Mary Oliver

Art, Photography and Text by L’Adelaide, ©CountryWomanPaints. All rights reserved.

flying-beagle

January 23, 2015
ĽAdelaide

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A Little Break to be with Family

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A Smaller Boy has Grown

Well, after a flu from hell, holidays, business nonsense and all the rest, our grandkids are coming for a visit next week. The timing for me could be better but, then again, not really. I find those {growing up fast} little ones to be deeply healing and I’m blessed to have them here as often as we do. Would I love to see them more? Sure! But when we do, it’s as if time never went by from the last visit.

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I may post a little something but doubt I’ll have much energy left at the end of the day. I’m still swollen and sore, eating soft foods {ice cream} so I’m planning a lot of sitting and listening to the yakking, giggles and oh-so-serious conversations. I don’t even plan to cook! WOOT!!

Be back week after next!

Kids' Spy Rock ©countrywomanpaints

Kids’ Spy Rock ~ Last Summer!

ladelaide sick

January 21, 2015
ĽAdelaide

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A Sudden Need for Tooth Pulling Does Not Mean 2015 is Doomed!

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mad quail

Art, Photography and Text by L’Adelaide, ©CountryWomanPaints. All rights reserved.

 Almost two years ago, I discovered
I was facing a staggering array of health challenges, from heavy metals poisoning to infections in many teeth from root canals done in the 90’s.

I decided to stop and do some research. (I’m weird that way…)
I had many questions especially about the holistic trend in dentistry that suggests ALL root canals will fail and, at the very least, become infected. I don’t disagree given they cannot possibly remove all infected material from those teeny little canals. Maybe with the advent of ozone? Not sure…but I didn’t have ozone and nothing changed MY ill health after removing all that mercury packed into MY teeth!!

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woman torn ~ watercolor, 15×20

Art, Photography and Text by L’Adelaide, ©CountryWomanPaints. All rights reserved.

Anyway at the crack of dawn last Wednesday, I had oral surgery to remove the worst molar, hoping to remove one at a time, like any sensible human being…

W e l l – s p a c e d – o u t!

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jersey heifers

January 15, 2015
ĽAdelaide

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Good Morning Beautiful Blue-Headed Being

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good morning sunshine

Need I say more?

Ok… I could say a little more.

Most importantly, thank you deeply to those of you who expressed compassion to me over the loss of my brother. You have no idea how much your words helped me cope during a dark time.

I promise to return and chat just as soon as I recover from a little oral surgery. Yes, it’s been a bit of a stressful month, all culminating in today’s removal of one deeply infected back molar. Unfortunately it is but the first of several that must be dealt with but I’ve decided to take it s l o w l y. . .

Afterall, I’m just getting enough courage to begin the journey after a two year thought process. Today’s experience was quite tolerable, thanks to propofenol and a crack-of-dawn appointment with a brilliant, kind oral surgeon.

Yes, I am swollen like a lopsided chipmunk, itching from the medications and unable to eat but I can breathe a sigh of relief that it’s over for today.
Truly I’ve been dreading this but I finally have confidence in the team of doctors that care about my health as well as the health challenges riding along beside me.

So my advice to you, my friends, is
Be Well!

Art, Photography and Text by L’Adelaide, ©CountryWomanPaints. All rights reserved.

I honor health as the first muse. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Claude Renoir, youngest son as child

January 6, 2015
ĽAdelaide

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gone

Today my brother died.
We were not close and hadn’t spoken in many years.
Yet my heart is broken for that little boy who giggled in broad smiles, big freckles across his nose and sunburned chubby cheeks.

Death brings us up short when it creeps in like a shadow, silent.
We cannot prepare and cannot know when and why.
Death is our teacher, like rain and joy.

I know there will never be another day.
Had I insight into today’s soft exit, still, my mind accepts what is.

Between spaces of wonder and desperation, we drift.
Some search longingly for the intangible, see a God in the sky, footprints in the rocks.
Others are content, waiting for the cat and the beep of a microwave.

Eucalyptus Grove Dawn

Eucalyptus Grove Dawn

Life is not profound without its own tragedy. It humbles us. Sets the bar for our introspection. Keeps us from believing we are gods. Puts our egos in check. ~Crystal Evans

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