HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Let Me Be A Giver

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God, let me be a giver, and not one

Who only takes and takes unceasingly;

God, let me give, so that not just my own,

But others' lives as well, may richer be.

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Let me give out whatever I may hold

Of what material thing life may be heaping,

Let me give raiment, shelter, food, or gold

If these are, through Thy bounty, in my keeping.

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But greater than such fleeting treasures, may

I give my faith and hope and cheerfulness,

Belief and dreams and joy and laughter gay

Some lonely soul to bless.

~MARY CAROLYN DAVIES




Happy Thanksgiving!
May your day be good
Enjoying love from family n friends
Be thankful for what we have.
Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving Day!
~Ranie Patridis

Evenings

Nightly Assessments

We should every night call ourselves

to an account:

What infirmity have I mastered today?

What passions opposed!

What temptation resisted?

What virtue acquired?

~ Marcus Annaeus Seneca

What is in your Crow Closet

Oh my what is in your Crow Closet

You say crow closet!

Yes your crow closet a swap that I was in

At the time these thoughts went through my mind

How could I draw a crow that has a closet

The first that came to mind I thought

He will like bright colors maybe a fire red

Next thing I knew Mr. Crow became a fireman.

Now as I went onto the next crow

I was thinking what shall become of him

And what is in his closet?

It dawn on me how they fly from here to there

Squaking as the go

Sending of messages to the other crows

So henceforth came the Messenger

As the messenger goes here in there

I got to thinking he needs a place of business

The next thing I knew what was in the crow closet

was a crow in uniform taking care of the

Crow Station

Now what does these crows have in common?

..giggle..

Tis one Crow dreww up in 3 different outfits

Now you know what is in your crow closet.

~Ranie Patridis

Tomorrow

We're Not Supposed To

See Too Far Ahead

It is a mistake to look too far ahead.

Only one link in the chain of destiny

can be handled at a time.

~Sir Winston Churchill

Boring Days!

Average Days

Normal day let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

~Mary Jean Iron

Whimsy We Are

We are a whimsy lot

So gay and happy

You never know what we shall do

Or what profession we hold.

Being a Chef

A bit of mischief I can be

Some think that Chefs are grumpy and sour

Not me I like to put a bit of spice

into my life.

Now my friend is a bit different from me

We walk in two different life style

Me a chief my friend a Cow Girl

Cow Girls are so sweet and lovable

Can be a bit tough too

I don't know how she does it

But then she does not know

How I do it since she does not like to cook.

We get together from time to time

We make a point to do this

Living in two different worlds we do

She being my childhood best friend

A very special person she is to me even today.

 

The two of us have another friend from childhood

that we both keep in touch with

Who became a Nurse

She travels all over the Word

Since she is in the Service.

She has help many a service man find his way

Always sweet and so patient

She has seen many things that she does not talk about

Life is not easy being in the service

But oh how she loves helping our Service men.

 

Us three try to meet several times a year

Our friendship from childhood is that special

 

When I think back to how or what we become

How we each took different paths

There is one thing that keeps us all tie together

We are the Whimsy Twins!

~Ranie Patridis



Positive Thinking

POSITIVE THINKING

and

SELF-FULFILLING

PROPHECIES and ACTIONS

Our Faith and Belief Create Our Reality

Belive that life is worth living,

and

your belief will help create that fact.

~ William James

What a Day!

What a day it is

Mr. Wind is in a fix

He so busy blowing here in there

He doesn't realize how strong he is

I'm out trying to gather some flowers

Be so nice to give to someone special

Oh my goodness gracious!

I lost hold of that corner

There goes my net and all my flowers

Oh dear! What am I to do?

Needless to say with my flowers gone

I was not able to give to anyone special

My intentions were good

If only Mr. Wind had not blown so hard.

Once Mr. Wind settle down

Up to the North what is that Grumpy Clouds

Oh no!

Now what!

I must go get my umbrella

I still have flowers to gather.

Off I go

Goodness gracious what is wrong with

Mr. Grumpy Cloud

He is already letting a tears fall so grandly

I must not complain for we need the water

But oh! I want to save my flowers!

So off I go to gather my flowers

To give to someone special

~Ranie Patridis



HOPE

THE IMPORTANCE AND VALUE

OF HOPE

It is characteristic of genius to be

hopeful and aspiring.

~Harriet Martineau

Oh! What is Under all that Water?

I stood looking over the water

Today it is so smooth and gentle

The sun is out

The clouds are fluffy n beautiful

Do you ever wonder what is under all that water?

As I stood there admiring the deep blue

You never know what you may feel

Sometimes it is foggy and cold

The water a bit rough

As the waves come crashing onto land

Do you ever wonder what is under all that water?

I see a beautiful boat out on the water

Wonder what they are doing

Are the fishing?

Maybe they are just enjoying

The beautiful day

Oh who are we kidding

They must be fishing?

Do you ever wonder what is under all that water?

Well I have a hunch

There are all types of beautiful fish

In all shapes and colors

I can imagine a city all of their own

Each ruling the water below

Each having a family of their own

Mountain and Valleys plants galore

Do you ever wonder what is under all that water?

~Ranie Patridis

They say Frogs I say Toads

Frog n Toad Swap

by

Kat

at

ATCsforALL

Leaping for Joy

Hey you! Over Here!

What is that!

Floating Down the River

Nebulas

Kat host another swap called Nebulas I found these to be so challenging and so much fun! We had the choice of either doing this as a collage or hand drawn/hand painted. I decided to do both boy was that an experience and so different.

Watercolor Nebulas

Collage Nebulas

Frogs oh my!

Frogs oh my!

What a delight

They sing such  a pretty song at night

Steady and sure singing in rhythm

as they Sing the Blues

Well at least some are singing the blues

While others are into mischief

Never know what they are up too

Ooops!

Was that a fly or a spider?

Guess we will never know....

There are those that just

Sit and gaze into the heavens

Dreaming their life away

Wishing upon a star

Now that my friends is the story of frogs oh my!

Egyptian Art

Kat hosted an Egyptzen Swap

she wanted us to add a bit of repetitive patterns to it today most call that zentangles.

Egyptian Cobra

Egyptian Dog

Egyptian Princess

Egyptian Dog

Flowers to my Delight

Robin hosted another swap at ATCsforALL this one was flowers.

Wild Rose #3

Wild Rose #2

Wild Rose #1

Made Especially for Mingo

Made Especially for Mingo

and

I added it to the

Zentangle with a Twist Article

at

ATCsforALL

Pumpkin Delight

ATC Art Quarterly

Created these Artist Trading Cards

 for

ATC Quarterly Magazine

Dance with Me

Gave my Heart to You

Happy Birthday

In the Garden there are Many Flowers

Collage Art

by Ranie Patridis

Look down at our feet there is mama

Waiting patiently for her little babies

That we ahve in a bag

Where shall we take them?

We must keep them safe

***

Betsy dear look at that

A bag full of puppies

Just for us

What shall we name them?

And where is their Mama?

***

Come Mama follow us

We are looking for a safe place for them

Betsy dear are you awake

Don't you hear the puppies whimpering?

Come Betsy let us find a place.

***

Out in the Garden among the flowers

They're the Garden Fairies

Will help watch over them

Mamam watch over your babies

Just like I do with Betsy Dear....

by Ranie Patridis

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,

Whose broad strips and bright stars through the perilous fight,

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air.

Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

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On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses"

Now it catches in the gleam of the morning's first beam,

In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.

'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

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And where is that band who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion

A home and a country should leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave

From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

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Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;

Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land

Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation!

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!"

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

FRANCIS SCOTT KEY

INDEPENDENCE BELL - JULY 4, 1776

There was a tumult in the city

In the quaint old Quaker town,

And the streets were rife with people

Pacing restless up and down-

People gathering at corners

Where they whispered each to each,

And the sweat stood on their temples

With the earnestness of speech.

***

As the bleak Atlantic currents

Lash the wild Newfoundland shore

So they beat against the State House

So they surged against the door

And the mingling of their voice

Made the harmony profound

Till the quiet street of Chestnut

Was all turbulent with sound.

***

Will they do it? dare they do it?

Who is speaking? What's the news?

What of Adams? What of Sherman?

Oh, God grant they won't refuse!

Make some way there! Let me nearer!

I am stifling! Stifle then!

When a nation's life's at hazard

We've no time to think of men!

***

So they surged against the State House

While all solemnly inside

Sat the Continental Congress

Truth and reason for their guide

O'er a simple scroll debating

Which though simple it might be

Yet should shake the cliffs of England

With the thunders of the free.

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Far aloft in that high steeple

sat the bellman old and gray

He was weary of the tyrant

And his iron-sceptered sway

So he sat with one hand ready

On the clapper of the bell

When his eye could catch the signal

The long-expected news to tell.

***

See! See! The dense crowd quivers

Through all its lengthy line

As the boy beside the portal

Hastens forth to give the sign!

With his little hands uplifted

Breezes dallying with his hair

Hark! with deep, clear intonation

Breaks his young voice on the air.

***

Hushed the people's swelling murmur

Whilst the boy crys joyously

Ring! he shouts, Ring! Grandpapa

Ring! oh ring for Liberty!

Quickly at the given signal

The old bellman lifts his hand

Forth he sends the good news making

Iron music through the land.

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How they shouted! What rejoicing!

How the old bell shook the air,

Till the clang of freedom ruffled

The calmly gliding Delaware!

How the bonfires and the torches

Lighted up the night's repose

And from the flames like fabled Phoenix

Our glorious liberty arose!

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That old State House bell is silent

Hushed is now its clamorous tongue

But the spirit it awakened

Still is living-ever young;

And when we greet the smiling sunlight

On the fourth of each July

We will ne'er forget the bellman

Who, betwixt the earth and sky,

Rung out, loudly, "Independence";

Which please God shall never die!

UNKNOWN

Everyone have a nice 4th of July

Remember our History

Freedom is not free!