I'm BAAACCCKKK! Show me some L*O*V*E*!!!!

It has been a very, very long time my lovelies.... and I have missed you. I've been working hard on life, love and the pursuit of happiness. Success??? maybe. The new studio is complete and work on new projects and beautiful art has started. I hope all of you enjoy the new inspiration and pretties I will be posting here and on the new Facebook page started today just for my Business! I will be offering giveaways and doing contests on the page along with a special section for trading unwanted items that are in search of a new loving home! I am open to any suggestions and ideas regarding my new venture. This is all new for me and a learning experience, which is always fun! So share my blog, fb pages and comment or message me! Can't wait to hear from you and to give away one of my paintings or pieces of jewelry when my likes hit 50!!! So SHARE ME! xoxoxoxo Danielle @ carpenoctemstudiosdk on FB.
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searching for a soul trapped in a coma

When numbness takes over your body and you shake in unbearable shock how do you continue the simple act of breathing? How do you hold your head up high as tears free fall from knowing eyes? Each step weightedy by pain as your heart lays scrambled, dripping faith and hope like a faulty faucet. Saying that your hurt is so Mich an understatement. But theEnglish language really has no term or word suitable for the gut wrenching horror that comes from a life lesson so harsh as heartbreak such as this. When the flow of tears finally subsides my soul is still weeping inside. I pray that it gently slips into a coma.... blissfully unaware and untouchable hiding onside its self. Hiding deep inside me. Please bring me the peaceful surrender of detachment. For I have a heart that loves too completely

The Live Again

Staring out an open window, pondering the horizon,a shadow emerges from the place between the day and the twilight to come. The air seems thick and sticky in my lungs. Frantic hammering, jumping, squirming comes from my torn and tattered heart. The smell is an intoxicating wave rushing to meet me. My entire being screams "Who are you?" With a feverish need I realize that I have to know. To understand. To delve into the puzzle that is you. You will change me. As the ocean gently molds the shore. Peeling layer upon layer off ever so gently. Letting soft pearls of light shine through the stiffeling darkness. Slowly tempting and tourturing larger amounts of myself to splinter. Sending gaping cracks down my body. I shudder from the force of the awakening. You stand strong, stately before me. Placated, at triumphant with your work. A quivering step. Uncertanty radiating in my eyes. Your outstretched arms, roped with power, reach for me at last. I melt into them. Breathing, for what seems like the first time through the torrent oftears. And I am reborn.

mist: a poem

She is out there The milky morning Strong as Peppermint tea. Wind like a sigh Upon chilled flesh. She wears the Earth Like a glove; The joy A subtle radiance in her eyes.

The essence of Woman is compromised

There was a time, not so long ago at all were you would find a woman clad in her apron, singing sweetly while she floated and fluttered around her home. Filling it with enchanting smells and decadent edible fantasies. Making every inch a home that she was proud of, a sanctuary for her beloved family and faithful friends. Some find that image both demeaning and archaic. I ask why? Isn't it a blessing to make your life one of peace and happiness? Making mundane things into moments filled with a sort of spiritual elation? I have been asked a number of times by those I have given recipes to 'why does mine not taste like yours?!' What is the "extra" I put into mine? I am obviously leaving out a huge magical secret the lack there of is ruining their culinary masterpiece. My answer.... is Love. Yes. As corny as it sounds, I said 'love'. Imagine this: The house is a disaster. The kids are running wild like spazed out unicorns. Your husband (or what have you) is lounging, feet up, cold beer in his grasp, the paraphernalia of his day scattered haphazardly where they fell and his eyes are glazed with that 'stuck in the magic box' look. All the while, you 'have to get dinner on the table.' So, armed with a scowl on your face and a dose of anger clouding your vision you stomp into the kitchen. Slamming cupboards, ingredients, pots, pans, plates and silverware with the vengence of a woman scorned. As you mix up my recipe you add some ingredients of your own. A pinch of jealousy, a 1/3 cup of animosity, a splash of spite and a 1/2 cup of depression. Into the oven it goes with a flourish and slam! The bell tolls....: It looks as good as mine. Smells absolutly divine. You place a forkfull into your waiting, eager lips and somthing is not quite right. There is a flatness to it. Perhsps a bitter after taste. Why did you waste your time? Next time you have to get dinner ready, do not waste your time and energy feeding your family just a nutritional meal. Instead, make one that can also fuel a heart and enliven the soul. Bringing smiles out of sorrows and being capable of erasing the effects of the day is one of the powers of being a proper woman. Leave the bitter resentment at the door and pour a large helping of love and happiness into it instead. The difference is absolutly MAGICAL!