Guest guest Posted August 23, 2002 Report Share Posted August 23, 2002 shawn - so are you still full of it?? hahaha good story - is Derek less full of it than you? Your poor mom - oh what work - so many clowns! tongue in cheek, valerie shawn wrote: I Started Doing Murals When I was about two, two and a half, I began what can only be described as a life filled with wonder and humor. Something in me has always stirred me to make lite of life. Something about it is not so serious, but playful and joyous. Perhaps it is a subconscious knowledge derived from many past lives, who knows? In any case, I do know it feels good to be happy. And it is wonderful to see happiness in another come out to play! My little brother, Derek is eleven months my junior and at the time my mother heard him laughing with delight and clapping his pudgy little hands together, he was only a year or so old. My mother, probably doing dishes or laundry, for this what she did the most of it seems to me, having grown up in a house with five kids, now heard the ruckus getting louder. Derek seemed to be shreiking with delight as now the sound of the crib mattress bouncing up and down came to play upon my sweet mothers' ears....and we were supposed to be taking a *nap*! "What on earth is going on in there?" she must have thought. Well nothing could have prepared her for the scene she was about to witness and all I can say is I thank God this woman was and still is sweet as they come and I count myself lucky to have been born to her. The opening of the door did not stop me as I was deep in my creative juices, so-to-speak. There in the crib with my little brother as my audience, was I, still in diapers myself, making my first ever mural from what can only be described right now as an excess of natures' pastels...plucked from my own full diaper and held as any "chalk" might be held by a true artist, swirling and soaring on the bedroom wall. This still brings tears to my laughing mothers' face when fondly remembering her first-born son's first infamous art project. I later went on to use a more acceptable medium! Isn't life fun! Shawn /join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a. Terms of Service. Part 1.2 Type: Macintosh File Attachment: (application/x-unknown-content-type) [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 23, 2002 Report Share Posted August 23, 2002 I Started Doing Murals When I was about two, two and a half, I began what can only be described as a life filled with wonder and humor. Something in me has always stirred me to make lite of life. Something about it is not so serious, but playful and joyous. Perhaps it is a subconscious knowledge derived from many past lives, who knows? In any case, I do know it feels good to be happy. And it is wonderful to see happiness in another come out to play! My little brother, Derek is eleven months my junior and at the time my mother heard him laughing with delight and clapping his pudgy little hands together, he was only a year or so old. My mother, probably doing dishes or laundry, for this what she did the most of it seems to me, having grown up in a house with five kids, now heard the ruckus getting louder. Derek seemed to be shreiking with delight as now the sound of the crib mattress bouncing up and down came to play upon my sweet mothers' ears....and we were supposed to be taking a *nap*! "What on earth is going on in there?" she must have thought. Well nothing could have prepared her for the scene she was about to witness and all I can say is I thank God this woman was and still is sweet as they come and I count myself lucky to have been born to her. The opening of the door did not stop me as I was deep in my creative juices, so-to-speak. There in the crib with my little brother as my audience, was I, still in diapers myself, making my first ever mural from what can only be described right now as an excess of natures' pastels...plucked from my own full diaper and held as any "chalk" might be held by a true artist, swirling and soaring on the bedroom wall. This still brings tears to my laughing mothers' face when fondly remembering her first-born son's first infamous art project. I later went on to use a more acceptable medium! Isn't life fun! Shawn Attachment: [not stored] Attachment: [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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