I am a humanitarian and a community activist. I am an artist and teach drawing and painting. I have my studio in my home and love creating there. I do work in homeless shelters and offer seminars and workshops in "Creative Parenting." I love humanity and life and am very involved in community issues affecting the family, neighborhood and society.
Happy Birthday Sebastian
(Feb 8)
Happy 16th Birthday Sebastian,I love you and miss you with all my heart. I have all your drawings and your poem:If You Love MeIf you lo...
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Thanks
(Nov 28)
Thanks to all for your testimonials and for your green stars.Hope you enjoy this drawing of mine. It's titled "Child In Hand.&...
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Thanks
(Nov 28)
Thanks to all for your testimonials and for your green stars.Hope you enjoy this drawing of mine. It's titled "Child In Hand.&...
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"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shawl and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again."
- Mathilde Blind - "April Rain"
I wish you dear Friend a weekend with peace and that you enjoy Mother Earth beauty. With Love Ana
"The people I'm furious with are the women's liberationists. They keep getting up on soapboxes and proclaiming women are brighter than men. That's true, but it should be kept quiet or it ruins the whole racket."
- Anita Loos - New York Times, 10 February 1974
... I simply love this quote. I hope that it makes you smile With Love Ana
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge -
... I wish you my dear Friend a week full of dreams With Love Ana
We have roamed the wild country We have seen mountains grow from hills With my brothers and sisters And now our time has came The two-legs have come in And killed all of our prey We are all so confused Because what have we done? The two-legs killed my mother My brothers and sisters too The two-legs has got me. I'll be with my family soon. Now the two-legs is over me As I get one last look At my boloved moon.
Monday must be The most horrible of days But wait, please listen Do not worry my friend All Mondays must end Tuesday morning will be Faster will pass you will see Wednesday is the midle Some words I'ii write in a ridl Let us make this winter day A joyful and bright Thursday Friday is certainly the best You work with a smile And just for a little while Because tomorrow, Saturdat will be And after Sunday will come For you and me And we will go on living Another week has passed Another will begin
If you understand Nature, The deer will eat from your hand. The sun makes the plants, Animals eat the plants, The humans eat the animals, and Earth needs the humans to take care of it. So you see, as you stare into the endless sky, we live from our Mother Gaia's birth, and if you understand Nature, The deer will eat from your hand. And we all, plants, animals, humans, are children of the Earth
Thank you for you: - for who you are. And for the words you send to me. Knowing simply that you're there So far away from here Yet thinking much of me, Opens up my happiness, Undone for all to see.
... for beeing such a perfect friend With Love Ana
"A friend is someone who dances with you in the sunlight and, walks with you in the shadows. Is someone who stays there in silence and, hears what you say no mater the subject. Walks by your side and, behind you and catchs if you stumble. A FRIEND is a gift, a treasure to keep,to honour, whom we give a permanent place in our hearts."
... I love you sweet friend and, I wish you a wonderful weekend. Ana
What is a Poem A poem is hidden in the soundlessspeechless soft clouds Tossing turning twisting in the crystal clear aquamarine sky Look inside a pleasing pretty flower Climb immeasurable immenseimpressive mountains If you find a poem handle it carefully Like a newborn puppy For a poem can die or slip through fingers Like creamy butter And be lost in the dark streets Look in places where you have never been before And there you might find a poem Lost somewhere in the soft clouds The clear sky or a pretty flower Waiting for you! by Amber Hickman (aged 8)
When I give light I also receive, When I smile I give light to others, they give light to me. It is with the light all of us give, all, that we are free.
Hugh Brown, gr 4, Red Wing, MN
... I wish you my friend a weekend full of light With Love Ana
When autumn wind goes running It does some magic things. It gives the shadows dancing shoes It gives the bright leaves wings When autumn wind goes running
It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke And shares a little whispered joke With cornstalks who delight to prattle It turns a seed pod into a rattle When autumn wind goes running