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It's Only Temporary

Posted by: MiAmorXOXO

Tagged in: women , runaways , men , family , abuse

MiAmorXOXO

I remember feeling weak
So difficult to speak

I remember feeling slow

Moving - hard when you’re so low

I remember feeling deserted
Each task - overly exerted

I remember feeling broken
Days – unspoken

I remember feeling used
Mind and Body – abused

I remember feeling hurt
Not from hitting the dirt

I remember feeling alone
So many hits blown

I remember looking ahead

I left words unsaid


I remember starting over
No money – No stroller

I once was weak
I taught myself to speak

I once was slow
Today- consistently- I grow

I once was deserted
Today - diverted

I once was broken
Today (sometimes) outspoken

I once was used

Today – beautifully transfused

I once was hurt
Today – avert and assert


I once was alone
Today – Well known

I remember the past
Today – each day sweeter than the last

I think of the others’ everyday
With this message - convey

To those who are still scared
Look forward and be prepared

Its only temporary! 
XOXO

 


Runaway Train - Soul Asylum



I've been living with chronic back pain for nearly 4 years now.

Some days are better than others.....

Some days I can't feel my right leg below the knee - other days I can.

Some days I can't think straight for the headaches - other days I'm a clear as a bell.

Some days I have to take pain meds every 4 hours - other days I don't have to take them for days at a stretch (I really like those days).

My love - designing jewellery - requires that I sit down for periods of time.  Whether it be while I'm creating a piece, doing associated paperwork or working online - I tend to spend quite a deal of my day at my bench.

For me this isn't so good - it adds to the compression on my nerve, which adds to my pain and loss of sensation.

love my work, so how do I deal with my chronic back pain?

My kitchen timer reminds me to get up and stretch.  This is a habit that anyone working and sitting for long periods at a desk should adopt.

Depending on my day and pain levels, my timer is set for anywhere from 15 to 30 minutes.  Every now and again (I'll be honest here) I ignore that confounded thing and work past my time limit.  I always regret it, as I'm then very sore and wish I had of gotten up.  I've found the best way of getting around this is to place the timer on the other side of the room.  That way, when it goes off I have to get up, otherwise it just keeps on beeping and annoys the cr@p out of me!!

My family (bless their boots) gave me a kneeling chair for my birthday last year.  The kneeling chair helps to reduce some of the pressure on my lower back.  And it's not hard on your knees at all!

When the buzzer goes off, I get up and do some of my stretches that the physiotherapist has given me for my back.  Prior to my injury (and in the months after) I couldn't manage a single sit-up.  Now I average between 30 to 50 a day - I love having a core!

And then there is giving myself a break.

Not, as in the time break, but the break that if my pain is too great and I can't concentrate on what I would like to be doing, I give myself permission to have the day off.

I tell myself that there are others in the world far worse off than I am, and that I am blessed to have such a supportive husband and children - and I have the opportunity to do what I love.

Please share your story here.  It is always inspiring to know that other creative individuals can make pieces of beauty, despite sometimes difficult circumstances.

 


Why I Love My Hands

Posted by: TashaChawner

Tagged in: photography , health , hands , handmade , family , Creative , children , books

TashaChawner


I love my hands because
they are creative hands.  Hands that can provide women with beautiful jewellery that delights their eyes.  Hands that doodle and draw, that paint and cut and colour.

I love my hands because they hold the hands of my children.  Walking along or simply sitting, we link fingers and are one again.

I love my hands because they hold up the book I am reading and turn its pages.  My books are my escape, my sanctuary from the everyday.

I love my hands because they hold my camera.  Seeing the world in detail is a delight - and to capture that image forever is a thing that brings me joy.

I love my hands because my nails are growing strong.  Which tells me that I am in good health - and after being in only so-so health for so long - makes me very, very happy.

Why do you love your hands?


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