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Daily Drawing #240, Wanna Be a Rock and Roll Star

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Growing up the one thing I wanted to be most of all was a rock star. To stand on the stage belting out my songs to thousands of adoring fans. I had only two obstacles to overcome, I could sing that well and I never learned to play the guitar for lack of funding to buy one. As i grew the desire to be a rock star faded. As I now enter the fall portion of my life I fondly look back on the dream and wonder what if I had not given up on my dream so soon. Life is about dreams, some of which are attainable, others which we may never see but unless we try we will never know. Don’t give up on your dreams. Pray about them. Seek the Lord’s help and keep practicing because you never know.

 

 

 

Daily Drawing #230, A Simple Pot of Flowers

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I don’t know why but I like to create drawing with flowers and flower gardens. In fact it my fourth favorite type oi art work, right behind cartoons, faces, and cats. The reason I like to draw and paint flowers because they are varied and colorful like life.  As a child and young adult life seemed so grey.  As a child and a teen each day is made up of school, homework and hanging with friends. While some of those times seem colorful it was not until I graduated and started to work that the world started to become varied and colorful. Still I did not fully understand what a colorful and varied world we live in until I started to go to church. It was in church where I was introduced to people from other countries and cultures. I was awestruck and hungry to learn from them about where their home country. Even know, in my current position, I come in contact with students from other cultures. I love to talk with them and learn from them at the same time I am teaching a lesson. I always say we all have a garden of stories, built around how we have lived our lives. It is up to us to talk to each other and learn about what is planted in that garden.

Daily Drawing #229, The Home Which Once Was…

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I would love to visit a so called “ghost town.” Not to search for paranormal events because I have my own theories on those but to see how people once lived. They say you can never go home again. In a sense ghost town is a reminder what we once knew as home is never the same as we remember. I have been back to the both my birth home in West Virginia and the home where I grew up outside of Philadelphia. Neither of the places resembles what I remember from my youth. The neighborhoods are different. The homes I knew are gone. Even many of the people that once lived there are gone, moved away or deceased. The homes which I once knew exist now only in my memory. This is one of the reasons I write this blog to write down my memories and thoughts before they are gone also. In my opinion everyone should write down what they remember about their lives, take pictures of old neighborhoods and people. This is one good way you can go back home again, if only in your mind.