Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Setting My Intention: Transform

As 2014 draws to a close, and I reflect back on the past twelve months, I’m left with a sense of stagnation and underachievement.  Flicking through the pages of my journal the reason is clear, for a theme of constant pain screams loudly from its pages.
There has been an MRI, x-rays, degenerated and herniated discs, sciatica, facial nerve pain, migraines, night sweats, night terrors, blood tests, chiropractors, physical therapy, steroid injections, weight gain, tiredness, anger and frustration.
Interestingly, the word I chose for 2014 was 'Breathe' and there were definitely times when it was as simple as that . . . all I could do to carry me forward . . . and in the breathing I found resilience, a welcome travel companion.
Despite all this, wonderful moments managed to weave their way through the year too like publishing my first book of poetry, celebrating 15 years of marriage, going to my first ever concert, a visit to the UK and time spent with family.
Each New Year brings possibility and renewed hope, a blank slate, and I wanted to choose a word that would encourage movement, change and growth.  Noticing a white feather by my side gave me an idea.  I wrote words on pieces of paper, folded them up and threw them in the air . . . the one which landed closest to the feather would be my chosen word and it couldn’t have been more perfect.  So the word that will accompany me throughout 2015 is:
: to change in form, appearance or character
Have you chosen your word yet?

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas

Wishing you and your loved ones a truly magical Christmas or (insert other holiday). 
Thank you for your friendship, your visits and comments, they have meant so much to me.
I look forward to seeing where 2015 takes each of us.
Mistletoe Kisses
Kathryn xxx

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Mining The Obscure

navel gazing turns distant
sinking inwards
unearthing wormholes existence

while wonder
swirling featherless
mines the obscure

and I'm left wondering
if dark matter matters

if my world is whirling
or if it's me that's swirling

in the whirlpool of life

trapped circling the absence

of everything and nothing

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Fingerprinting Truth

"Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow . . ."  L C Powell

Silence Is Golden
Mixed Media Art Painting

a tongue speaks in disguised thoughts
articulating the betrayal
of words
    of sound
        of silent wisdom
as barely a whisper screams expression
bridging the gap between want and choice
where footprints are seen
not heard
merely echoes reflecting reality
visible in all their falseness
and behind the mass of disquiet
a heart's beat measures the load
of intrepid, hell-bent mutterings
determined to fingerprint truth

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Monday, December 8, 2014

BLOWOUT SALE @ Dyche Designs Studio

You can now find all my art prints on CLEARANCE for just $6.00.  These items will be discontinued once sold so if you have a favorite now's the time to purchase.
Go to Dyche Designs Studio to view entire selection.

You will also find a number of scarves and art paintings on sale throughout my shop also.
Happy Holidays.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

#Reverb14: Loving What Is

It’s all too easy to put off loving where we are until everything is perfect. What can you love about where you are now?

Half-brained thoughts, unfinished art, random scraps of paper with words scrawled on them, unread books piled high, a laundry pile that threatens to topple, a kitchen sink full of dirty dishes . . . . . . all of these can have me feeling as though my life is unraveling.

Then I turn on some music, head to the studio and in that moment, in the mess of it all, life is good.

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Save 15% off all art paintings, prints and journals at Dyche Designs Studio.
Enter coupon code SAVE15 during checkout to receive your discount.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

#Reverb14: Certainty

Take a quiet moment to consider: what can you say right now with certainty?

Opening the brown cardboard box my breathing instinctively slows and with a deep breath, I lift out the tree, bound in burlap with a red bow, the one you bought for me.

Straightening branches and adjusting lights, I feel the tenuous link to Christmases past, the ones with you in them.  The lights blur and in a teary haze, I see you.  Somehow, you found the strength to give us that last Christmas Day for sixteen days later you would breathe your last breath.

Time nudges me forever forward but there is one thing I am certain of . . . I will always love you.

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