ragtags studio central: sarah's random this & that

random means "having no definite aim or purpose," (1655), taken from "at random" (1565), "at great speed" (thus, "carelessly, haphazardly"). In 1980s college student slang, it somehow, and sadly, acquired a distinct sense of "inferior, undesirable." (Online Etymology Dictionary, Douglas Harper) Well, okay, fine, Mr. Online Etymology Dictionary person, but THIS is the 21st Century. It's a whole new ball of wax.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Good for ONE DANCE

I made this atc for the magazine Home Companion --- last February/March's ish --- it was featured on page 107 in their section called Paper, Scissors, Crop along with several more atcs of mine, an atc holder I created, and lots more by my dear friend and excellent artist Sylvia Luna and the talented Stacie Rife.
The photo is my pretty little mother around 1941, about 9 years old, with a Wisconsin cuz.
Regardless of circumstances or the state of one's relationship, losing a parent (or sister, or child or friend) is not something one comes to grip with easily or in a convenient time frame.
There have been enough losses in my own life and the lives of those I hold in my heart to speak with a bit of knowledge on the subject.
It is exactly two months today since my mum left this life.
I hope some day to possess both greater faith and a larger grace than I do now, but for the moment I find myself somehow lacking --- something. Whatever strength of heart or will is necessary, for understanding and acceptance, well, I haven't enough.
I study images of my mother's face at all ages, and find her sweetly and terribly beautiful and also, inscrutable.

7 Comments:

At 8:25 AM , Anonymous kristen robinson said...

Oh Sarah thia one tugs at the heart! The card is lovely and your words are touching.

XO
Kristen

 
At 8:55 AM , Blogger Shari Schwarz said...

Sarah, my heart goes out to you. I pray that you will, little by little, be able to find the faith, grace, joy and peace that your heart needs. This ATC is beautiful.

Shari Schwarz

 
At 7:21 PM , Blogger Dana said...

Incredibly touching and undeniably true. I read this while my 71 year old mother sat across the room reading a book. I take her for granted too much, and am grateful to be able to have this time with her. Thank you for pointing this out to me. I need to glean anything and everything from her while I can.

I love your ATC. It's funky and fun.

 
At 9:35 AM , Blogger sf said...

Thank you, luvies! Your words mean the world to me.
xo
sarah

 
At 10:00 AM , Anonymous Deb L said...

What a lovely remembrance of your Mom... I know how that hole in your heart is aching right now - sending you strength... Deb

 
At 10:09 PM , Blogger Deb said...

Desperate sadness... I know, Sarah, I know. I have yet to come to terms with my Dad's passing. I wish my faith were stronger, but friends do help. Thinking of you.

Deb

 
At 7:24 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

We're all orphans once our parents die. I'm sorry for your loss. It's not a fun place to be. The pain doesn't go away. It fades at time; it rages up unexpectly. Tears fall for everything that has been lost.

But you do have something to look forward to. The stories you tell, and the ones that you hear, will become funnier as times goes on. They will be embellished. Repeated endlessly. And once in awhile a new story will be told--a treasure in itself. A new memory to add to the box.

Janet Jennings (...an orphan who repeats stories as often as possible)

 

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