Monday Inspiration

Art for sale

Everything you see on this table is artwork created by young people, some very young, some with special needs, some who are home schooled.  They all participate in activities where they can create through an organization called Awakening Minds Art.  A friend of ours works with them, making home visits, and we provide space for them to meet at our church.  

Saturday evening they had an art auction to raise funds for the coming year, and that is why you see this table full of artwork here.  I had the privilege of taking photos throughout the evening.  If you are on Facebook, you can view their page here and see the many images of the kids as they showed their masterpieces during the auction.  The smiles on their faces will warm your heart!

We spoke to the mom of a little girl who had done a painting and sold it that evening.  Mom talked about how her child has been helped simply by being able to create the artwork.  Just telling you about it here is kind of difficult to relate, because you can’t see the light in mom’s eyes as she spoke about it, nor can you hear the gratitude in her voice.  

Creating. Celebrating. Sharing it with the world. Who knows how many lives will be touched by the art that was shared that evening! 

Happy Monday!




Monday Inspiration

Frost on sunrise

When the Frost is on the Punkin


When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! …
I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me
I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
Frost on the pumpkin
Sharing a bit of inspiration with you to start of your week…
This was a favorite poem of my grandfather’s.
Read more about the author at The Poetry Foundation

Monday In October – take four

oak leaves touched by the sun
May your Monday be filled with the knowing
that this light fills the hearts of each one of us.
May you be blessed by love, calmed with peace,
and open to the nudges of your heart and soul.
 (Sharing a favorite image or two each Monday this month,
to help start off the week on the right foot.)