DREAMA'S JOURNAL

Happy Summer!

Can you feel the hint of the soft breeze coming off the waters of Portofino, Italy, in the painting above....?

Portofino is the definition of romance, nestled on the edge of the deepes...

I ordered another book last night (shhh, don’t tell Ron!)

In case you didn’t know, I love words, I love reading
and I love writing to you.

Other things I love? You might be surprised… ;-)

I love a r...

 What’s been capturing your thoughts and filling your spring days? I’d love to know!

Me?
I’ve been busy with Flowmobile Diaries, Charvin colors, connecting with Dreamettes in real time, visiting a ‘ne...

…the man or woman who would have remained a sunny garden flower, with no room for its roots and too much sunshine for its head, by the falling of the walls and the neglect of the gardener, is made t

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I wrote this piece a few years back. It came to me this week as I was thinking about how powerful our thoughts are. That the management of the mind is enormous in what transpires in life. Where the fo...

Being an artist is a beautiful thing. At its best, it's a  life filled with hope, ideas, playfulness, and a delight in living that is unbeatable.
At its not-so-good moments, it can bring feelings of vu...

I sat beside her on the long bus ride into the French countryside. She was decidedly the oldest one in the group. Short gray hair, ample body, slow in movement. Of the thousands of quotes I’ve loved a...

I decided

not to get old before my time
(I'm thinking there are better things to do)

to reel my errant thoughts in, time and again, back to what is true
(a daily/hourly/minute by minute task so it see...

I was a guest on a Learn to Paint podcast with Kelly Powers. It just aired this week (you'll want to get on her mailing list so that you get the alerts for all of her shows!).
We covered some fun subje...

Years back, long before the days of computers and easy access to art from around the world, there were these wonderful things called art magazines. They were like little treasures that came to my mail...

It's time to stop waiting.
Time to maybe ask ourselves why we're waiting.
And maybe get precise on what it is that we are waiting on.

Time to ask the question of how we want to live our lives.
To seek w...