Can't see the forest for the people?

I cannot say
where have all the flowers gone... 

Lillian the Domestic Engineer

But
I can declare
where have all the people come from?

7 Billion people on Earth!
 

                      

CLICK HERE  Lillians Window Splashes

 Do I only see the flowers
 for the disappearing trees,     
 through a thinning forest that dares
 to take my breath away?
   
 We must mind
  ourselves
 and our matters. 

Window Splash

  While admiring
the colors in the setting sky
do we question the intensity
of the hows and whys?


We must stop
and look to see
 that density is not always pretty.



 Life evolves on Earth.
 Earth revolves
  around
 the choices we make.




 Can we save the forests of  history
 by simply choosing to act naturally?

 Can we re -seed the forest with new trees 
 by planting the seeds of a future
 that we would choose to see?


In the space of 7 million humans.. being
I have grown a weird feeling
that perhaps our good intentions have been lost
 in a forest of people.


It must matter
 where we are going. 



 

Well I'll be Jeweled!

Well I'll be Jeweled!
 Lillian the Domestic Engineer
 Recycled, Remade and Re-worn Jewelry

 Hand Made Bead Earrings

 As an avid, admittedly addicted, long time consumer of the java bean
 I was thrilled to find a necklace compiled of hand made, clay mug beads.
 It was a heavy necklace loaded with the clay coffee mug beads that were wound  into an ensemble with silver and turquoise beads.
I paid 6.00 for the necklace!
I re used the mug beads on some of the earrings below.
   

Coffee Cup Earrings

  I will never cease to find inspiration in the jewels that abound
      New or used... all are treasures found.

                                  Glass Bead Bracelet
                                     threaded and worn

Bead onto Memory Wire

I love that the freedom of creative expression 

can be incorporated into Art that you can wear. 
                                     

DECORATE YOURSELF
 

Mini frame Magnifisized!

  

 

A half a Century Old!

On the occasions of my turning 50, I finally decided to get away from it all. I jetted off (albeit on less than an hour flight away from home) to rekindle old friendships and to rediscover myself.
I loudly and proudly declared my independence and my right to be, when I downloaded the plane ticket to my sanity.
Amid the woman who mean the world to me, I would celebrate the memories of having lived and arrived at a half a century.
Although it had been almost 33 years since we all came to be, in one room with time to share visions, hopes and dreams..The conversation was as dear as the friendships are to me. The smiles as genuine as the happy tears, moments well worth waiting for, year after year.
Smiling and sharing we pondered memories, that helped to shape and lead us each, to our respective, present day realities.
Not since my first son was born (most appropriately on Labor Day) nineteen years ago, had I packed myself up alone and headed out the door for anywhere farther than either a hospital or a grocery store within a 15 mile or 15 minute radius. This had been a self imposed imprisonment. I simply had not afforded my soul the time.
My second son arrived 17 years ago, my third son, 16 years ago and my fourth son 15 years ago this October.
Although I have shrinken almost as much as my sons have grown in height, stature and shoe size in the last couple years, I do feel that I have grown much closer to arriving at knowing what it is I want to be when I grow up!
With a suitcase full of Sister Sentiments to cherish and renewed energy, I board the plane for home, a woman re-released. With reaffirmed ideas and refreshed parts of me I love, I trust,and I hope with the support, of new memories.
Welcome back to testosterone city I grinned as the plane touched the ground, I am home and happenin' and puttin my foot down.
"Little kids, little problems" I hear my Mother assert .. as I wander through the front door and trip on someones shirt. Laying beside a coat that lay atop the shoes (missing in action since I left last Tues.,) is an item of edibility that has since passed it's prime, declaring by it's presence there "No it isn't mine."
In spite of the fact that it wasn't mine I bravely picked it up, I dropped it into the DQ dish and then grabbed the Timmys cup.I headed towards the kitchen and kissed each Son I passed, listening to them each mumble "Hey Mom, can you take my glass?"
Staking the dishes in my hand and the memories in my mind, I'm pretty glad to be home and awful glad their all mine.
Bless their hearts, their messes their manners and their minds. As long as I have to be feeding them you might as well bless their size!