It’s All Relative


I know it’s Sunday Swoon.  So I was late night swooning over this picture I painted with my left hand.  Swooning for several reasons.  Watercolor is a challenge for me.  Left hand challenge for the whole month, so each time I do something, I am impressed with it.  Here is another I am working on.  Left hand work only….it’s not complete, but I promise I am in love with it.  I was so amazed that I managed this with my left hand!


When I think about what I am doing, I always think that things happen for a reason.  You know, my right arm is in a funk and I can barely raise it.  So really, the nondominant challenge arrived at just the right time.

I have no idea why I am falling apart the way I am.  I try not to complain about all the various pains that have shown up in my body.  Especially my hands that I need so badly.  I understand that I am getting older, but seriously, it has to be about more than what is currently happening.

I am only 55!  Yet everything hurts.  Badly.  I try not to complain because my husband probably is tired of hearing about it.  I try to convince myself that if I walk and carry on like it doesn’t really hurt, maybe it won’t.  Some days that works for me and then some days, my body laughs and says, “Yeah, right!”

Okay.  Advil, and keep it moving.  I still have a life to live and I am going to live it.  There are many days when I have to encourage myself and I do just that.  Yes, there are nights I cry, but I wipe my eyes and keep putting one foot in front of the other.

It’s all relative.  I think about the fact that there are many who are not able to wipe the tears from their eyes and keep moving.  Many who would wish to be able to feel pain.  Many who are no longer here.

I still have much to give, much to accomplish.  I am going to fulfill that which I am destined for.  Each step, each stroke of the key, each swipe of the brush, brings me closer to my destiny.  I will press on.  No matter what.  Reason being.



A Kind of Chaos…needing a life hack!


You speak of life hacks.  You ask what is a life hack.

it is a tool or technique that makes some aspect of one’s life easier or more efficient.

Who doesn’t need that?  I have tried so many things and consistently fail to be consistent.  I want one.  I need one.  Lord knows I need one!  I feel like my life is filled with chaos!  So many things on my list in my head to do and nothing, inevitably gets done.

I am going to try again.  In life, you can not give up.  You have to keep going.  You can not have a fixed mindset that you can’t do anything.  You must have a growth mindset!  Maybe you can’t do it…yet!  There is power in yet!

So here I am, revamping my mindset.  Maybe, if I try a hack of a list of days, I can organize the chaos in my mind, thus organizing the chaos in my life.

I will start today, with a plan.  I am planning even as I am typing.  A strategy is coming to mind.

This is how I will do it.  One step at a time!

So glad I got this post in!

Have a great day!


The Unknown


There are always mysteries and secrets to each person.  There are times when we choose to reveal and then there are times that we choose to conceal. The time, place and reasons are all our own.

So I am an only child and I became a “product” of a single parent home after my parents divorced… In spite of this, I was afforded every opportunity to explore my world and become who I wanted to be.

With one exception.  My mom insisted on my playing the piano.  I tried to resist, but you just did not go against Mary Washington.  She was a definite force to be reckoned with.  So, for eight years I took piano lessons.  I came to enjoy it.  The playing of the piano.

Piano Keys cristina-gottardi-189945I really can play, but few people know it.  I don’t – won’t play in public.  I play at home, just for me.  There are times I will make up music just to please me.  Then there are days and months when I will bypass my piano with a fleeting glance, promising to return as soon as my hectic life slows down.  It never does.

My piano sits, silently neglected, gathering dust and various items of display.  Ranging from dolls from Jamaica to masks from the French Market of “N’Awlins” and artificial flowers from church services.

No Music. No life.  So true.  Even though I may have tiptoed away from the keys of my heart, I yet fill my home with music.  I travel with music.  I fill my classroom with music.  Maybe I am not the musician I thought I was going to be, but I know that when I choose, I can sit down and be the musician I am.

That’s me.  Secret Musician for me and me alone…..

So now I guess it’s no secret….20160604_210008

A Journey to Take


TODAY’S NUDGE: What is something you struggle with? What battles are you fighting that most people know nothing about? What’s something about you or your life that makes you feel weird, or different, or isolated?

This is such a serious, thought provoking nudge.  I had to think hard and deep.  I can’t wrap this in pretty words.  It has to be hard hitting and sharp edged.

I have always asked myself, do I want to write or do I want to talk about being a writer.  I am yet asking me that particular question.  I continue to doubt my skills and abilities, yet it is what I love to do.  If it’s what I want, can I, will I, commit, or will I allow one rejection of one attempt at publication rule me and control me?  Why am I afraid of stepping out in the deep?

I can seriously, after much thought, answer some of these questions.  I don’t know if I have anything worth writing that is worth reading.  I have always been told, write about what you know about.  Then I begin to wonder, what do I really know?

I don’t know…..

Many people see me as smart, and outgoing when for a long time I doubted my level of intelligence.  I know now that I am smart – er – intelligent, but outgoing?  nope.  Not al all.

So how do I overcome.  Yeah, I write.  I can write in groups.  Follow prompts and stuff, but what is there really inside of me?  Is there a story waiting to be told?  A lesson waiting to be taught?

Let me explore and see where I go….It’s a journey……

Starting All Over Again


So here I am, starting all over again.  Trying to do the things I love the most.  Yes, I am going to write, no matter what it takes.  I am going to do this.  I never want my life to get down to the wire and I spend it saying, “coulda shoulda woulda.”  I have to take charge now.  So here I go.10522553_10101267490685574_537552946350962876_nWhat I shall blog about escapes me but how about the fact that I need to create on a daily basis.  Art, writing, something.  It has to happen.  My life can not be all about everyone else and nothing for me.

This is Day 2 of a 30 Days of Paint painting.  Where it will end, I don’t know but I will continue.  Plus, it is being done with my non-dominant hand. (left)day 2I will trust in the Lord with all my heart and in all my ways I will acknowledge him.  Bottom line?  He shall direct my path….



Black and/or White Marks on Color


“In between black and white . . . there is always color” ~ p. jones

What a privilege has been extended to me!  To be the Featured Member of the month for the Documented Life Project!  I never would have thought.

Okay, this is my take on the prompt “Black and/or White Marks on Color”.  You won’t believe this but I completed it the week I received the invitation.  Yeah, I was just that excited!  LOL

So excited, I thought I would practice on an index card first . . . well, you know what happened.  I liked it so much I kept it because I knew I could never duplicate the process again as it was just a random “splatting” of colors!

I tried to stay away from too many dark colors so I used vivid violet, margarita (green)cadmium yellow, electric blue (neon), naples yellow, deep yellow and primary magenta II.

After layering my colors, (I couldn’t wait for them to dry so I used my heat gun) I cut the index card to 3.5 x 2.5.  I took one of the extra pieces and drew black circles with my Stabilo All pencil and went over them with a waterbrush.  I used my white UniBall Signo Pen to put the dots on the white circles. Finally I used my corner shaper to of course, shape the corners!

For my image I used a stamp by Dina Wakley and the dots in the upper right were a stencil, Dot Fade, by Tim Holtz…the arrow was a stencil by …… I have no idea!

Nevertheless, it had an unfinished look to me so I opened up my handy dandy sewing machine and did crazy stitching around the edge with black thread.

Then the drama began.  I took some matte gel and went over the card.  OMG! NO ONE TOLD ME THAT THE UNIBALL SIGNO INK WAS GOING TO SMEAR!!!!  It did…..I was in despair and was trying to think, “can I do this all over again”?   To that extent, I laid down more color and cut the card again.  I was not happy.  How to repair the damage.

Aha, Dylusions black paint to the rescue!  I re-did my circles and dotted them.  I was happy, but there was still a feeling of incompleteness.  I wanted words!  Text!  I tried it on the front and was not happy.  I looked at that other PAC-wanna-be and decided it was “gonna” be the back for the real deal.  I stitched it up and glued it on.

I thought about the prompt and it came to me that our world and lives have become so busy that all we see is black, white and gray and miss the colors in between.  Hence, my text, “In between black and white . . . there is always color“.

Thank you for reading and looking!

Patricia D. Jones


List Ten


So now…..think about the ten books that maybe changed your life, maybe had an impact, or that you simply enjoyed because, well, you just did.  Okay, so I thought about it and I realized my list could be quite extensive if I really gave justice to it.  I mean, I like to read.  No, I love to read, ummmm, no, I live to read…..there.  That should cover it.  Let me tell you a truth: I am a BIBLIOPHILE.  What is that you may ask?  When I first ever, saw this word, it resonated deep within me because it described me perfectly.  It was not something I had ever set out to become, but it just was what I had evolved into.  From early childhood.  From as far back as I could remember……this was me.

Oh, what is a bibliophile, you may ask?  Well, let me tell you.  A bibliophile is a person who collects or has a great love of books.  I guess books are my friends.  That is an odd association with an inanimate object.  I realize that.  However, when there is no other place I’d rather be and no one I want to interact with, well, books answer all.  I can read all the time.  I’d like to, but I know I can’t really do that!

There are books that I will revisit time and again.  Books take you places you may never go, give you dreams you may never have, let you meet people you may never see, and generate new thoughts you may never have thought to have.



Changers and Favorites of A True Bibliophile  My List Ten

So here is my List Ten.  Trust me, it could change at any moment, any day, with the introduction of a new book.  I have three waiting in the wings.

As you consider, think about it……what books would be on your Top Ten?