ST Martin

EXPRESSIONS

I have finally begun to create again. I was locked in some inner dilemma for quite a while, but then had an epiphany: I must make a move, pick up a pen or a brush. Dab a color on a wall. Move a muscle, change a thought! So work has started to pour out ofContinueContinue reading “EXPRESSIONS”

Don’t Give Up Your Childhood Dreams!

You Can Have THAT Life! It only took me 45 years, and a wildly interesting journey, but a slow climb got me to a joyful life. You can have it too!

My Dear, Dear Friends

I Have Missed You… I know, I have been away too long… I won’t bore you with the mundane. Instead I will show you ART. My Beautiful ART. I am having a lightning bolt of creative energy, it would be nice to bottle this electricity. Whatever my brain does when my Bipolar Creativity kicks inContinueContinue reading “My Dear, Dear Friends”

And the Beat Goes On

Must Keep Pushing Forward!!! . I have had a bit of a setback, lost momentum for a bit. I let myself get frightened and I backed off from my new business endeavor… . But I am gathering up my courage, and the funds I lost thru my ignorance of Web Hosting companies. It is aContinueContinue reading “And the Beat Goes On”

Well, That Didn’t Last Very Long!!!

Oh my, I have SO much to learn!!! I have made another financial blunder , it seems. I make them frequently, so Im not surprised. Just like I am not surprised that I locked my keys in my car this afternoon while parked under a huge Osprey Nest. So, right when I shut the doorContinueContinue reading “Well, That Didn’t Last Very Long!!!”

Bear With Me!!

“Rock On my Friends!”

Am I CRUSHED?

NOT THIS TIME! The results are in, and I didn’t make the cut again this year. It’s ok, though, surprisingly. I don’t feel my cheeks burning with shame; that subsided a few minutes ago… Last year I really took it hard, and hid under the covers for a day, feeling utterly cast aside and trampledContinueContinue reading “Am I CRUSHED?”

I Am Crushing It

Endless reality, it’s always here- even before I open my eyes. Reverberating. Agonizing in it, I try to back away from it, back into my dreams. It is futile. The reality encroaches, angry at being left waiting. . My eyes reluctantly open, brows already furrowed. I will certainly have that deep furrow between my eyesContinueContinue reading “I Am Crushing It”