Month: August 2017

Echo Bluff

Echo Bluff

  This summer we took a road trip to check out one of Missouri’s newest state parks.  Echo Bluff is located near Eminence, Missouri.  It was definitely worth the drive.  The beautiful stream set in the backdrop of a huge bluff was spectacular.  I could…

Parting the Waters

Parting the Waters

Watching the news can be very depressing.  Happy stories are few and far between.  I usually just don’t watch much of it.  However it was hard not to take my eyes off the streaming news of Hurricane Irma.  I was taken by the scene of…

My Van Gogh Moment

My Van Gogh Moment

It has been a while since I last put a story on my page.   Life sometimes steals us away momentarily.  I have not been painting much, one of those wilderness times where much is happening, but going nowhere.

The summer has been busy and hopefully the fruits of my labor are eternal even though I don’t always see it in the present time.

My father, who often feels he gets very little accomplished was taken aback this morning.  A long time neighbor and friend stopped by to see him.   He told him he passed the house often and that he noticed how neatly he kept the farm and yard.  He told him he was a great role model to him and he had went home and mowed his lawn and the area behind his own house.  It was precious words of encouragement to my father.

Sunday he went to church and stopped to eat lunch at the cafe.  He took the last available booth and was planning on eating alone when a young woman came back and ask him to join her and her family.  He so enjoyed having someone to eat lunch with and appreciated their kindness.  I don’t know who they were but if by some chance they read this story, “Thank you for your act of kindness. It was appreciated by our whole family as well.”

I love when these kinds of things happen.  It is a reminder of the way it was when I grew up and a hope that many in our great nation are remembering and honoring those who gave us this blessed life and great country.  It seems all we hear is bad news, seldom the stories that lift us up and inspires us to do good.

I finally got to my paint building this week.  My absence had left me with painters block.  I picked up my seldom used paint knife and took out some thoughts and emotions on the canvas.  It turned out to be an enjoyable experience.  Might have to use my paint knife more often.