Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Scripture Art Journaling 2018

I'm still following Stephanie Ackerman's Documented Faith 
and receiving her scriptures by a weekly email. 
But this year, instead of using a 3-ring binder notebook,
I'll be art journaling the scriptures in a spiral, 5.5" x 8.5" (14 x 21.6 cm) Strathmore Sketch book 
and hanging it in my kitchen this way so I can read 
and meditate on the scriptures while I do my daily kitchen chores. 
If you want to see details, click on the photo to enlarge.
I'll be sharing what I consider my best pages. 
I've doodled this introduction page. 
Ain't it cute? 
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Cover on front and back. The flower is a Stephanie Ackerman Sizzix die 
that I cut out on my Cuddlebug using white cardstock,
 then water-colored, Sharpie stitched, and glued the parts together. 
I may add more to the front later -- haven't decided.
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Here I repurposed some used note-pad tea-cups and water-colored a lattice pattern in blue
around the stenciled dots. 
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Can you tell I have a theme going here? smile!
I had been tracing a line for the scripture box with a pencil and ruler, but decided that making a window mask with a bit of clear packaging would make it easier to trace around 
and I could use it for eyeballing placement. I've been experimenting with spritz paint and used 
By the way, that "Salted Caramel" tea flavor is yummy! 
And low-cal, when I use stevia to sweeten it!
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May-May not only inspired me to design my page similar to her's but she also inspired me to use a separate sheet of cardstock and glue it to the page which prevents two foreseeable problems with using the sketch-book. The Sketch-book's pages are perforated near the spirals and I had been using masking tape on the backside of the pages to prevent the pages from tearing and also, since I'm a magnet for oopsies messes, I can turn the cardstock over if I make a mistake. I cut a 8.5" x 11" piece of cardstock in half and then cut off a quarter of an inch from one side to make it the perfect size for the page. I don't have a cri-cut, only my Cuddlebug, so used what I had - a tea-cup stamp that I stamped twice (once on the cherry paper and again on colored cardstock), fussy -cut and assembled. 
Then I traced around a tea-pot favor that I've had for years. 
And while I can doodle scallops, I decided to trace around a new stencil that I die-cut from clear packaging using a Christmas gift -- a Tim Holtz On the Edge Sizzix scallop die.
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Inspiration: Monica of "Because Jesus Bible Journaling"



I doodled and stamped this scripture art journal page!
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Inspiration: a Tea-riffic  Card!
I decided to create ahead when I get inspired, so here's the next one! The sentiment is doodled and the cups are stamped, just like the above one!


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Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Poetry. By Dolores J. Rush


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Mrs. Harryman, my 6th grade teacher and one of my all-time favorite schoolteachers, read examples of all sorts of poetry to us. They were sometimes funny, like Edward Lear's limericks and assigned a 4 line verse composition for English class. I don't know what she saw in me, but she encouraged me to continue writing, so I grabbed a blank book and began to fill it with quotes, poetry I liked, and my scribbles.  Another favorite teacher, Mrs. Bundy, invited me to join a creative writing club where we compiled and published a school literary magazine. I enjoyed it so much in high school, that I also joined the campus literary club in college.   

I've decided to collect some of the poetry I've shared in different posts on this blog, plus a few new ones and place them together. And, if you wish to add any of these poems to your own collection, please  credit me with writing them. It's a great compliment when you do. Thank you!  
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All Poems By Dolores J. (O'Neal) Rush.

the earth
in 
suspenseful 
waiting - 
patiently -

BURSTING
from 
its
nesting place
the sun
pushes aside
the 
shadows

BLAZING
in ALL
its 
majestic glory

driving
the born
before 
itself - 

beginnings -
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Glorious morn
How beautiful thou art
Praising the Lord with all thy beauty
Singing to the heavens
Thy perfume is the sweetest upon this earth. . .

O Glorious morn
Thou art the one that awakens the sleeping world
Stirs the light
That brushes away the stale night. . .

Glorious morn
Thou have made me drunk with all thy glorious beauty
My God gave thee power,
Power to captivate thy audience!
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flowers
delicate, lovely
sight to behold
delights the senses with
heaven
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A Description Riddle 

toe-level S
grass waves
whip smooth
yellow, black
Y tongue taster
springssssings
mouse, watch out!

What am I?
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Note: Just so you know, the poem below does not come from experience. As a married woman, I lost a much wanted child through miscarriage before our son was born and I experienced an entirely different emotion from the one I had imagined as a teenager in this poem. My favorite hobby has always been reading and as a young person, I often imagined and experimented with scenarios I gathered along the way to compose in poetry form whether as free verse, such as the one below, or in rhyme. 

A Babe is Born
By Dolores J. O'Neal-Rush.

A babe is born
In a cabin of the wilderness.
A midwife is bustling about
The fire under the mantle is crackling
The babe is in the mother's arms.

Babe's pang of hunger cries,
Mother whispers hush!
Babe's against thy mother's breast,
Pain is lessened next.

Babe's ill,
Coughing and choking,
They do all they can.
He took his last breath,
His suffering is over.

Thy mother is weeping softly
The tears of joy,
She is glad for him
Babe is in a better place
Far above.

Babe was dressed in the finest calico they had,
They laid him under the willow tree by
a softly, spoken stream.
They erected a simple, wooden cross,
For they could not afford a stone.
There he sleeps.
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A Rubber Stamp Cinquain

rubber
stamped characters
impressions on paper
colored lines and shapes
artist inked, pressed, lifted, cleaned
red
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Note: I wrote the prayer poem below sometime ago and decided to add it to my son's photo scrapbook. I also designed the baby shoe template "card" to add to the page with 2 layers so that I can journal a personal note inside to my son. 




Bless My Little Baby Son
By Dolores J. Rush.

Dear Lord, I love my baby son
And thank you for his life,
I ask thee to bless my little one,
Bless his little life.
Bless his wee little head
And his curly locks
As you shine upon his bed
Over his room, toys and blocks.
Remind him as he grows
Of your great loving care,
Precious is he to you, I know,
From his sweet baby toes to his fuzzy hair.
This baby dear, so sweet and fine
I pray will grow strong and true
Into a gentleman, like Christ divine
Honorable through and through.

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A Post-It-Note Poem

How dry I am, How wet I'll be
If I don't find a note from thee.
I'll cry a lot and wail from here
Oh, Oh! I shed a tear!

I shed a tear, my heart is broke,
Make that two, my face is soaked.
My eyes are red and I am sad
Write a note and make me glad!

your friend, ___________________
(insert your name here)
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Indigestion

commercials
TV
stuff your face
funnelinginnonstop
Try it, you'll like it
scrumpdilious
it's the real thing
You deserve a break today
so get up and get away
to McDonald's
World's Famous Restaurant
the Uncola
the most original soft drink ever in the whole wide world
two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce
cheese, pickles, onion on a sesame seed bun,
I don't believe I ate the whole thing!
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is!
What a Relief!
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A Mother's Prayer was published in our homeschool newsletter. 


By Mrs. Dolores J. Rush

Yea, I am the mother of an ADD child
Daily, I practice tough love
I shall not want to
Strangle that stubborn little neck,
But guide him towards paths of
Righteousness. To you, Lord.
Even though I walk through
The shadow of the Valley of
Weary Resignation
(Am I getting through to him??)
I will fear no hopeless situations
For you art with us;
Your presence and your arms comfort me.
And even though I walk through
The valley of the shadow of
Governmental “social reformers”
I will fear no evil
For you art with us.
You prepare a table of Joy
In the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with wisdom.
My cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love follow me
As I try to follow you all the days of my life.
(Oh, for your stamina to live through today. . .)
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Thank you, Lord, for your provision of grace. Amen!
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Family Picnic
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The Breeze

The breeze blew softly through the open window
It's deliciously cool fingers
Soothed my fevered face 
And stroked my arms and legs.
As the breeze blew over me,
In its breath, I could smell
The freshly mown odor of summer's grass,
The faintly sweet perfume of flowers,
The clean smell of new rain.
The breeze whispered in my ear
Of things it had seen that day,
Of a gorgeous jeweled dawn,
Of a happy mother seeing her baby's first steps,
And of a wooden cross bathed in a stream of light. 
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A Suburban Summer’s Evening
By Dolores J. Rush

Air conditioner’s humming
Bugs biting. . . slap!
Birds chirping
Breeze blowing
Crickets creaking
Dogs barking
Eyes waving goodbye.
Fireflies blinking
Gas lamps glowing
Heat dancing
Highway singing
Ice melting
June bugs buzzing
Kids crying
Lawnmowers grazing
Leaves blowing kisses goodnight.
Mosquitoes whining
Night graying
Opossums creeping
People laughing
Raccoons raiding
Streetlamps shining
Shadows playing
Sun blushing
Trains whistling sweet dreams . . .
Underarms stretching
Uvula’s peeping
Venetian blinds whooshing
Wet dirt scenting
Windchimes tinkling
X’s smooching
You fading
And Z’s sleeping!
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