On love, loss, paint, magic and feelings in 100 Words

Looking for Love. Acrylic & pastel on masonite, 48 x 48 inches. © 2011 by Kathy Crabbe When limited to 100 words, each word counts. I paint therefore I am. I have no agenda. Sometimes I paint out of anger, sometimes out of love. Each stroke counts.

Our thoughts create our reality...this IS magic and so are feelings (paraphrased from Wonderful World).

I lost two neighbours yesterday so what is there possibly left to say...you will be missed, as will your kindness and generosity, your christmas cookies accompanied by a large plate of handmade tamales, your trees newly planted; a reminder that you planted together on that last sunny Sunday when I waved.