My other Favorite Blog

The first blog I look at each day is http://elemenop123.blogspot.com/. I just love it. There always words of inspiration and art. Lots and lots and lots of art. Every kind of art you can imagine and some you can't. Like this sculpture made out of books, awesome.

Or funky house sculpture...

Or amazing oil paintings...

Or pictures made from maps, like this one...

Or globes, that make me want to buy them!

Or photographs that inspire me to travel...

This blog is so loved by me because not only is there art that is traditional, there is quirky, unusual, and pieces made of things one would never think could be used as a medium. This blogger is so good that she posts the names of the artist along with their web sites. A great place to go and explore.

On top of all this visual wonderfulness there is a daily quote posted. Words to live by, many of which I've re-posted here because I love them so. I am a die hard for words and art.

Pen is Mightier and Can be More Painful than the Sword.

I don't know about you, but I am aware of who reads my blog. That being said, is one reason I have been so silent here. While I want to mull over my thoughts in writing, look for feed back from familiar souls, I am unable to for fear it will cause harm. I don't want to hurt the feelings of those I love. Maybe time for an anonymous blog where I can fearlessly say what I think? Maybe so.

I wonder how those who write for a living deal with this issue. They say to write what you know, and in this case I would be writing about situations that are known to me and how the make me feel. Truly, in this case reality is more surprising than fiction. The funny thing it is not one only one situation, but many. The topics deal with social behaviors, addictions, child rearing, marriage, divorce, infidelity, family relationships, self esteem, sanity or lack there of, and aging. Most of which I know about first hand and in close observation. What to do, what to do. What would you do? Do you think there are spiritual ramifications when you spill your heart out all over paper?