Diego Rivera Art?

I found this piece at an antique shop. So far after months of searching, I can not find another like it.  The paintings on it do resemble the works of Diego Rivera, a famous Mexican painter.

I have an arts dealer helping me in my search and I may come up with nothing, but I may come up with something.

Time will tell..  Have you ever seen anything like it?

I believe it made of a teak wood.. its a goat. cow


Because I Love

Because I Love

“In time any single person will attract the right person, for the best relationship, where they both just CLICK! The type of relationship where you’re totally comfortable around each other, and there’s no pressure to act a certain way, there’s no awkward moments, you can be weird and lazy when you’re together, make fun of each other, tickle each other and then just laugh it off like you’re best friends because you are. A relationship where you call each other nicknames and there is lots of laughing involved in the time you spend together, BUT you can also be serious. You can just be yourself with the comfort of knowing that’s what the other person loves the most. The right kind of relationship is where both make the greatest of effort to make it work, right from the beginning. No hidden agendas by either, just the want of being with him or her and going that extra mile, hand in hand.” – Unknown

Information Overload!


We are in an ‘Information Overload’ state of mind. And there are some minds that can not handle it. The minds I am worried about are the minds of children.

I have heard one time too many how a parent will say, their son or daughter, usually a son, is a quiet child, spends time in his room on his computer, just playing games. He/she is not out on the street causing trouble or getting into trouble.

Yes, for now they are not. But picture this..

Your child is sitting in a semi dark room, a headset on, playing a game with other game players around the world. Not only is music being pumped into this ears and mind, but so is the cursing of the other players, so is the gunshots of the game figures, so is all the sound effects of the game fighters. Sometimes a couple hours to several hours of this continued adrenaline pumping chaos being pumped into their ears and minds. And in their hands is the controls. Quick movements controlling the guns and other weapons of mass destruction to kill over and over their opponents in the game.

The child, your quiet child leaves the game. How do you think he or she is feeling? Depending on their state of mind before even beginning to play, the just may be feeling like they can take on the world, teach lessons to the other kid down the street who teased him or her. They know how, they just spent a couple hours winning a game of mass destruction. So they either take Dad’s hunting rifles or premeditate a day of teaching a lesson to the other kid, in science class, next week. They go in blazing, shooting, drop the weapon and look around the room at the dead bodies, but no one is getting back up. How come? They do in the game. Then it hits them, exactly what they have just done. That was a real gun, that is real blood, others are really dead. 9 times out of 10, they turn the gun on themselves.. Murder Suicide!


Your child was brain washed, in their own home, under your care, while you sat in the other room, enjoying the peace and quiet after a long day at the office. Because your child was caught up in a video game, playing with friends from around the world.. Things are not quiet at all..

What is Brainwashing? The answer is…a method for systematically changing attitudes or altering beliefs, originated in totalitarian countries, especially through the use of torture, drugs, or psychological-stress techniques or any method of controlled systematic indoctrination, especially one based on repetition or confusion.

I am not going to say anymore. Because I think it is pretty clear what I am saying. And how and why I see, at times, children killing children.

“ Silence is golden, when heard properly” – Cynthia

“Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing.”~ Rachel Naomi Remen ~

The Old YOU, New Again!


We were not born unhappy. We were not born to hate. We were not born, unable to forgive. We were at some point surrounded by unhappiness, hatefulness and learnt how to hold a grudge. After a while of practicing these attitudes, of course they become a part of us. So if we want to live a life of happiness, loveliness and forgiveness, we need to practice, one step at a time.
I believe so much in the power of the pen and making it my power has paid off for me in so many ways. I will show or write down for you, how it can make a difference in your life.

Give this lesson a name, that you want to work on, it could be your physical health, mental health or spiritual health. Underneath that title begin to write down what fulfillment in positives will look like to you. NOT what a friend thinks it should be, a family member or society. It has to be what YOU believe the good is.

As the positives flow, in words, you begin to feel the words, you begin to believe the words and best of all, you begin to live the words!

Next, write down what you have to do to achieve these goals of happiness. What you have to change to achieve happiness, first for yourself, which will overflow to others around you. It can be the simplest thing, such as smiling at the school crossing guard, who never smiles.

Best of luck with your agenda for a happier life!

The Difference By Snowy

The Difference By Snowy

What’s the difference between you and I?
Our height
The Colour of eyes
The Shade of hair
Our weight
The Opposite gender

What’s the difference between you and I?
I love you
You love me more
The love don’t lie
I am happy
You make me happier

They say that opposites attract
Then that we are
The difference between you and I
That which binds
Till the day we die

And You Are?

And You Are?

Some where in the world some one is asking some one, who are you? And that person answers so quickly without even giving it thought or not given it thought at any time before exact moment. How many of us take the time, in the quiet to answer that question, ask that question of our selves, who are you?

We come from a long line of persons before us, where did it begin and will it ever end? How many of those before us are within us, do they show themselves, do we even know when they do? What about our daughters and sons, how much of our selves has spilled over into them? Can we thank those before us for contributing to the person we are today?

Are you the person you see in the mirror? Are you not that person you see in the mirror? When we look at the body before us, do we realize the story it tells? The scars on the woman’s body from birthing babies, the scars on the mans body from manual labour or from the aggression of strength taken in the school yard, that busted nose when he stood to defend the not so pretty girl across the school yard. Can we see markings of adding too much toxins into our systems, the dark circles under the eyes, those few too many wrinkles on the face from daily stresses. Is that body in the mirror who we really are? Or remnants of a person, like the oval rugs grandma use to braid from old cloth to make a colourful floor cover that people walk on, wipe their feet on, after a while it fades from the friction, it starts to fall apart at the seams because it was not cared for? Do we use our bodies like door mats?

Then what about the ‘self’, the inner you, that has the voice, do we let it speak? Are we able to say no to those things that over time erode our beauty, inside and out? Man or woman, can you look at that person in the mirror then close our eyes and look at the person within that body and really hear what it is saying? How many times do we just stand within the beauty of a park, on a mountain, under the morning or evening sky, take a deep breath that reaches the body’s pelvis , that allows our body to breath? Or do we walk around day after day, holding our breath, biting our tongues because we don’t think we should say really what we want, what we expect? When do we get past the suffering, feel the pain and allow the healing?

From what I see, it is a ME generation, there is a greater amount of people who are truly taking the time to look at who they are, who are taking the time to make changes when it comes to healing themselves, mind boy and soul. Yet at the same time, there will be those who just don’t understand the point of waking early, listening to the quiet and hearing something that if we listen long enough, hard enough to, will always bring us true happiness and inner peace, and that something, is YOU!!.. It’s time to thank YOU.