Reflections

 I have a lot to write about, but I guess I can wait...I am still using old photos that I've already posted on this blog, but I think it's ok. Not sure I want email on my phone-which is the only way I can post new photos on my blog.

I have passed through the season of high health anxiety, but now some depression has taken its place in my life. But I have much to be thankful for and I want to work toward remembering all the good things! The last photo reminds me of a promise from Psalm 23-the still waters. Sometimes that's just what our souls crave-to be sitting beside water that isn't moving. It is just still. It calms the mind, and spirit and soul. 

It is a stressful time in this world. Politics make me angry and sad at the same time. I firmly believe political talk should NOT be in a church. Let's agree about the things that are eternal. Whatever your beliefs are politically-please don't alienate fellow believers with your opinions if you differ from one another. All of that stuff will pass away. It can be much more difficult to simply be quiet and keep your opinions quiet, but it's the right thing to do.

I am painting-mostly watercolors. What a difference from acrylics! I have to learn how to think about painting all over again with a new medium. Watercolors are unpredictable-at least to a person who is learning. But I think that's part of the wonderfulness of them.

Soon I'll scan some of my current work to show you.

Thank you for dropping by...

XXOO Debra

The MRI is fine! Thank You God!

 The MRI showed everything is fine!

Thank you all so much for your love and support and prayers.

I have a few more issues to get checked out, 

it seems this is my time to go through some stuff.

Like everyone of you also have done!

I have been blessed with such good health for so long-so it's a different road to walk down now. It can be frustrating to do all the waiting for the right things to happen, and to see the right doctors.

It helps me to be able to come here and read what you are all doing....

I think most of my issues are just from being an old lady! I'll be 70 around the end of this year! Wow! I can hardly believe it.

I hope everyone is feeling well and enjoying spring!

Some health issues...

It makes me happy to see some of my old artwork, because I haven't been able to do anything much for a long time. So I thought I'd pop in here and tell you what has been happening with me. It's a few things, really. I have to have an MRI of my brain. I've got some symptoms-and it can be something not even related to my brain-but this is the first step in diagnosing what's going on.

Also, the dry eye can give me fits-it's hard for me to read very many blogs at once. Somedays are worse than others. Today is not so good. I won't go on and on here, but basically I've had about a year and a half of wondering what's going on with me and finding no answers. It's so frustrating and scary.

The MRI is April 11. I would love your prayers and good thoughts. I have been missing all of my blog friends so much. 
 

Stop the Bots PLEASE!

 Itis very annoying to find hundreds of hits from Hong Kong and nearby countries on my blog. If a person is doing this, kindly stop.

Any help from readers is appreciated. I thought this problem was resolved.

Fabric bird work

 Some appliqueing I'm doing.

We are heading into Spring, and it's wonderful.

I hope you are well.

XXOO Debra

 Have a wonderful Christmas and

New Year!

acrylic on black paper

Debra Smith, 2023

The Snow and the Trees

 He had walked a long time. Snow was starting to cover his fur.

There was a place on the path where trees would bend over and cover him for the night. He pressed on through the low brush. It would be dark before he found the trees.

He stopped and listened. There was no wind, no sound, especially with the cold air full of snow falling faster than his breath. He shook his head and moved on.

Alone, all alone. The trees would seem like his kin-they would be comfort. They would protect him from the worst of the storm.

At last, there were the trees. He dug a shallow nest and curled up on the wet ground. Soon sleep covered him like a soft blanket.

It was time to dream.

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Art and story, Debra Smith 2023