A Focused Journey: Finding a focus on the other side of 50.

I believe everyone’s life has a purpose. We are here to discover that purpose then use whatever gifts were bestowed upon us to make this world a better place. Some of us are fortunate as we know at an early age what that purpose is. Others, well, we go along, often digressing from the road that will take us there. This is me. Now on the other side of 50, I am finding my way back to that road that will lead to my life’s purpose. Welcome to my journey.

Friday, July 3, 2015

What color are your fingers this week?

I must admit, I had a do-over for this week’s SOC 5: Week Four: red + red + metallic.

First attempt:

I just wan't feeling it but knew this wasn't it. I left it incomplete then this morning I got up and started over:

What's the 4th of July without some glitter?

This time the blotches of paint on the quote were unintentional (see THIS post). While I was away from my desk washing stencils, Allistair walked across the desk, obviously walking across the red glitter paint and the quote laying nearby.

Not-so-innocent Allistair

Deco Art Glamour Dust in Sizzling Red

Deco Art Acrylic in silver Morning

Tim Holtz distress ink in barn door

So what color are your fingers (or paws) this week?

Joining Twinkle Twinkle Sparkly Things & Such for Summer of Color 5 week four challenge.

12 comments:

Maarit at Violets CornerJuly 3, 2015 at 1:26 PM
Fabulous textures and colours, and a lovely cat too :)

Have a great weekend!

Love and hugs
Maarit
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Studio KaufmannJuly 3, 2015 at 5:05 PM
Love it! Love all the fabulous colors and textures. My fingers are pink and green from working with old people at an assisted living home where I teach. Happy PPF!
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Mary Ann PotterJuly 3, 2015 at 8:31 PM
Nice one! (Love your cat, too!)
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My name is Erika.July 3, 2015 at 8:53 PM
Love your patriotic page. The sparkle star is my favorite part. And your cat- ha-ha. Looks they he/she is trying to stay cool, or get your attention.
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Sharon FritchmanJuly 4, 2015 at 10:34 AM
Such an amazing quote! I love the page you created using this week's SOC colors! It's stunning!
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Linda KunsmanJuly 4, 2015 at 10:55 AM
fantastic page and quote-well done for this week's colors! Allistair is looking pretty content about it all too:)
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ValerieJuly 4, 2015 at 2:43 PM
I love your journal page! Had to laugh with your funny cat ;-)
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Lorraine July 4, 2015 at 4:56 PM
Pawprints and all - great work!
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VirginiaJuly 5, 2015 at 5:29 AM
Lovely work!
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Annette P.-L. July 5, 2015 at 2:51 PM
Beautiful journal page!
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GigglesJuly 5, 2015 at 9:17 PM
This is a very beautiful do over... love how well it turned out!

Hugs Giggles
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Jennifer RoseJuly 8, 2015 at 5:46 PM
Allistair wanted to help :) sometimes starting over is the best choice, and this turned out very nice :D
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Thank you so much for stopping by. Please share your insights.

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could

The Dark Night Of The Soul
By Saint John of the Cross
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Songs of the soul rejoicing at having achieved the high state of perfection, the Union with God, by way of spiritual negation.

Once in the dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
(O coming of delight!)
And went, as no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose

All in the dark went right,
Down secret steps, disguised in other clothes,
(O coming of delight!)
In dark when no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose.

And in the luck of night
In secret places where no other spied
I went without my sight
Without a light to guide
Except the heart that lit me from inside.

It guided me and shone
Surer than noonday sunlight over me,
And lead me to the one
Whom only I could see
Deep in a place where only we could be.

O guiding dark of night!
O dark of night more darling than the dawn!
O night that can unite
A lover and loved one,
Lover and loved one moved in unison.

And on my flowering breast
Which I had kept for him and him alone
He slept as I caressed
And loved him for my own,
Breathing an air from redolent cedars blown.

And from the castle wall
The wind came down to winnow through his hair
Bidding his fingers fall,
Searing my throat with air
And all my senses were suspended there.

I stayed there to forget.
There on my lover, face to face, I lay.
All ended, and I let
My cares all fall away
Forgotten in the lilies on that day.

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Friday, July 3, 2015

What color are your fingers this week?

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