tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75226626724290403342024-02-07T14:52:24.341-07:00rastbomolRastbomol is a forum for artists, writers, musicians, dancers, poets, actors, or any other creative-type, from which to promote and discuss their creations and ideas, with the intention to use the Arts as a force for good in our world, promoting justice, hope, peace, and truth. Yee-ha!Rastbomolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06176059104691605647noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-3777572893184135612009-07-28T03:29:00.000-06:002009-07-28T03:30:10.107-06:00flowers of the field<br>late in the summer<br />a ripened sunflower of the field,<br />just past it's period of awkward wild growth,<br />dropped a seed into the ground<br /><br />it watched in amazement and pride<br />as a single, beautiful tendril,<br />a tangle of green life,<br />began to shoot out of the soil<br /><br />the young sprout, unaware<br />and unspoiled in it's growth,<br />came not up against disease or drought<br />but healthily thrived<br />in the shadow of it's wilting womb<br /><br />delicate and innocent, it seemed<br />the season changed,<br />and was unkind to the late bloomers<br /><br />ripened sunflower, it sees<br />a struggle to survive and to flourish<br />with its offspring's roots gasping for rain<br /><br />the blossom does not understand,<br />cannot recognize its own former state,<br />wildly producing buds and new shoots<br />in a desperate attempt to reach the light<br /><br />it forgets the cut of the wind<br />and the frost creeping up<br />in the dark night of the soul<br /><br />ripened sunflower and tangle of green<br /><br />the light will take them both one day<br />round the globe cross ancient seas<br />équateur champs sans gel<br />eternal summer of the soulcodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464804701000509304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-18246833253103437132009-07-28T03:26:00.000-06:002009-07-28T03:27:09.884-06:00after losing ego and id<br>i am the tragic artist, the noble saint.<br /><br />i feel a bit of both in me.<br /><br />nobody talks about the lukewarm,<br /><br />the in between dreamers,<br /><br />the ones who chose neither yes nor no.<br /><br />did they discover more about the divine<br /><br />than those who seemingly tore themselves away?<br /><br />or did they lie awaiting the end?<br /><br />were they projected from the cosmic mouth?<br /><br />did the creator spit them out for want of ice or steam?<br /><br />am i more than just a weed awaiting the harvest,<br /><br />the goat lost among the flock,<br /><br />or am i on a journey to limitless wisdom?<br /><br />timelessly praying for a heavenly treasure,<br /><br />i await the inevitable; growing beneath the son.<br /><br />letting the light bend me across the dome of the sky<br /><br />with the wobbly rotation of the planet.<br /><br />like the corn we are harvested<br /><br />every hundred years,<br /><br />before the frosty death of eternal winter.<br /><br />we experience the plucking away,<br /><br />picked by divine fingers from our earthly flower bed,<br /><br />our death bed, our market fresh sale bin.<br /><br />besides an ant farm<br /><br />we are an organic extension,<br /><br />a cosmic arm of eternal life.<br /><br />i am a spinning strip of the milky way.<br /><br />and you are seeing me from the dark of saltless earth.codyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464804701000509304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-56579627690363628912009-06-20T08:27:00.002-06:002009-06-20T08:35:09.249-06:00sugar cereal guilt<br>time balanced on the steeple<br />of my young and restless temple<br />this season's but a brief and lonely phase<br />my days still waxing with the pale ale moon<br /><br />picking up old habits in my new found habitat<br />greasy food and good times every night<br />wash my baby face, in the sink when i get home<br />can't wash clean my conscious, not tonight<br /><br />get off work and go home to a silent sleepy house<br />lazy neighborhood arise; the cars are pulling out<br />want to eat some cereal but it's my evening meal<br />had some late last night, 3 bowls; that breakfast wasn't real<br /><br />called you way too early; i can hear a hint of hunger<br />something younger that i lost awhile ago<br />years of learning what my false start freedom would be like<br />drained much of my life, my curious light<br /><br />three alarm clocks still can't drag my blessed body out<br />of the the best dreams that i've had in years<br />waking fears on wood floors, 6 feet down, and vertical<br />sleep, it comes in waves; i'm nearly ready<br /><br />1:30, finally, summons midnight quiet<br />roaring water dreams to summer storms<br />please, sweet sunrise...i could get up now,<br />but i think i'll lay here just an hour more<br />3:30 a.m. turns to 4-O-clock, soft<br />and i'm up to muddy coffee and a walk<br /><br />the birds start talking tall, as if to call me out<br /><br />taking walks by myself, cause round 'bout 4 a.m.<br />there's nobody to talk to but myself, and then<br />the sun starts coming up, on a blue day bobbin' up<br />like some sign god caught a fish in heaven's pond<br />at least i know he'll reel it in each morning till i'm gone<br />at least i got to see this dayglow dawncodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464804701000509304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-55405950343894336582009-06-01T03:23:00.000-06:002009-06-01T03:24:29.417-06:00struggle and fellowshipall that i can do is let it go<br />tumbling off into the night<br />of futures still unknown<br />leaving burning trails behind me<br />branded hands with love<br />left all treasures here behind<br />to find it up above<br /><br />no, hold on, accept it<br /><br />i could help you with those chains<br />they wear your writsts raw<br />why let these weather patterns control your mood<br />tossed by the wind, i saw you, letting go<br />letting a hundred small portion of your energy<br />go to waste on a worry, when<br />you could be completely free<br />the keys have been given to you<br /><br />it's almost painful, to love<br />because it's real and it's scary<br />letting go of your ego and self appraisal<br />taking a leap, floating free<br />in a sea of uncertainty<br />only to fall face first into it,<br />a sunny afternoon, a cool bed, food provided<br />a mysterious, gritty, joyful existense<br />love free of bribes and battlefields and ownership<br /><br />i want to tell you about it<br />i want to bring you a giant mirror<br />i want to bring one for myself<br />and i want us to look, and discuss<br />the things we can learn from each other<br />i'm not done discovering, i have much to learn<br />but for now i will lift you up<br />just before i drift off to sleep<br />with birds singing the sun up<br />i will dream of those days<br />a future filled with struggle<br />struggle and fellowshipcodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464804701000509304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-11982412290390002922009-05-02T17:37:00.003-06:002009-05-02T18:10:57.060-06:00pass me by - song demonew song idea...just a demo.<br /><br />let me know what you think. criticism welcome!<br /><br /><a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=2f0729e717&view=att&th=12103cdee8ee5b3a&attid=0.1&disp=attd&realattid=f_fu8zgjfv0&zw">Click to hear music file</a><br /><br />sorry if you can't understand the words.codyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464804701000509304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-70914457529144381592009-05-02T17:31:00.002-06:002009-05-02T17:36:39.313-06:00a strange spring induced dream<br>standing in the backyard of<br /><br />Tom and Linda Coffey<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">spring</span>, 1996:<br /><br />i am consoling my uncle.<br /><br />he is distraught over the loss of his wife.<br /><br />my father stands next to me with wise words<br /><br />my <span style="font-style:italic;">21 year-old</span> arm, wrapped around his shoulders.<br /><br />my uncle cups his face in his rough, ruddy hands.<br /><br /><br />i begin picking the buttery golden blooms<br /><br />of dandelions growing wild in the grass.<br /><br />i don't hold them up to my chin<br /><br />like i did when i was 8<br /><br />to see if i was the sort of boy who liked butter.<br /><br />instead, i eat them by the handful<br /><br />recalling bradbury's dandelion wine<br /><br />and how i longed to <span style="font-style:italic;">know</span> what it tasted like.<br /><br />at least in this place they are delicious.<br /><br /><br />i have wandered to the opposite corner of my yard.<br /><br />my father and uncle have followed me<br /><br />wrapped up in their own, <span style="font-style:italic;">grown-up</span> conversations.<br /><br /><br />i notice my mother and her sister.<br /><br />they are standing at the back door.<br /><br />they seem excited about something.<br /><br />they want me to come in the house;<br /><br />congratulate my brother on his bride to be.<br /><br />i am unconvinced and continue picking flowers.<br /><br />my mother says something like, "he needs you"<br /><br />and then, <span style="font-style:italic;">sadly</span>, "you're his only brother."<br /><br />i reply <span style="font-style:italic;">quietly</span>, "not for long."<br /><br />suddenly i'm alone with a lonely uncle.<br /><br />i ask him if he's tried eating dandelions.<br /><br />he croons, "i always thought it was just a weed."<br /><br />i feel sorry for his loss and offer him one.<br /><br />he receives it and smiles,<br /><br />glad to be in my company.codyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12464804701000509304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-60256198864174903242009-03-12T22:08:00.003-06:002009-03-12T22:26:09.391-06:00Sushi NightRenaldo, with Bloom church, runs an event night at the Hapa Sushi every Sunday. Hapa Sushi is located at 2780 E 2nd Ave Denver, CO. Renaldo asked that I would post this on the bloom wall, to see if anyone wanted the opportunity to have their art auctioned off at Hapa Sushi on Sunday the 15th of March. All the funds that are gained from the art will go to the orphanage in Kenia that Bloom church is getting involved with. If you are interested, or have any questions, please call Renaldo @ 303-489-5457Sweet Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15491515115249232292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-31723829767957510492009-03-06T22:22:00.005-07:002009-03-07T13:10:23.840-07:00family portrait<div><br /></div><div><div>Maybe you remember the trip to Juarez I've mentioned before. I'm going down south with a group of artists to teach kids at the local orphanage to create art. We'll bring the artwork back home in order to sell it all at an art auction we're hosting later in May. All the money made from the auction will be sent back down to the orphanage which is always in great need of financial support. After much touch-and-go, the trip is back on, despite the current ticklish environment of our destination. There's a meeting tonight with the team. Mainly to answer any questions and finalize the travel details. We'll pull out of Denver in two weeks and hit the road 'round midnight. It'll be a quick trip, we will return home Tuesday, 24th, close to 7 pm. </div><div><br /></div><div>The project I've come up with, will be to guide the kids in drawing self portraits. I'm going to have them use oil pastels on black paper. I've been messing around this week with the pastels to get an idea for how I want to teach the kids. I hadn't much experience in this medium and I've quickly grown to like it. It's an elegant nod to my crayola days. </div><div><br /></div><div>In comparison to my own work, this little project will produce something very different.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a four drawings I've done over the last two days. These drawings are a little more nuanced perhaps than I expect the kid's work to be, but this is what I'm shooting for. I thought I'd grow my technique by doing portraits of Sharon, myself, and our two roommates. Cheers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dave</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLagxqVX9z54dkvDUCaBrG7gMg0nFPBybsqNm9syVMyxoyv3kQP1oJQ-KT8q7pJcEuNjcOKz0POz1arjeECSKc7SKHpK39RGzzjjfv624cH-JVwr0J0YCQ5q1Siv_n28VOZvFk3NMtmpH/s1600-h/Sharon+oil.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLagxqVX9z54dkvDUCaBrG7gMg0nFPBybsqNm9syVMyxoyv3kQP1oJQ-KT8q7pJcEuNjcOKz0POz1arjeECSKc7SKHpK39RGzzjjfv624cH-JVwr0J0YCQ5q1Siv_n28VOZvFk3NMtmpH/s400/Sharon+oil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310312357011844610" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpHwhTC1srABw7Y5N0eAdrI5X5OsutMcOdcOUU_tFzOkyjWdg5iI0MiRfQWIbzbL6nt_P0BM9E128Ki8heU9SEAEO3jbdi2C6CkZVkUX65-tmaB6hbhwWkkYqC51kLHMF5hDcgKIBfb3w/s1600-h/Dave+oil.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpHwhTC1srABw7Y5N0eAdrI5X5OsutMcOdcOUU_tFzOkyjWdg5iI0MiRfQWIbzbL6nt_P0BM9E128Ki8heU9SEAEO3jbdi2C6CkZVkUX65-tmaB6hbhwWkkYqC51kLHMF5hDcgKIBfb3w/s400/Dave+oil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310312366456753874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOpPX9qU4GQxRJ0abZqoMGfPK84J5ggAN5mTGUfqSw676PMLoZugtvkdg-Eftahr4mvHtRjeASUAsGG4DuPpGcrhGiBJvm97OERlS3iSzPxCcCIbQoYFzLxorTas0pVdjIcWy4HNbYyod/s1600-h/Simone+oil.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOpPX9qU4GQxRJ0abZqoMGfPK84J5ggAN5mTGUfqSw676PMLoZugtvkdg-Eftahr4mvHtRjeASUAsGG4DuPpGcrhGiBJvm97OERlS3iSzPxCcCIbQoYFzLxorTas0pVdjIcWy4HNbYyod/s400/Simone+oil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310312373584256466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CGMzmEPBuUU3UYhnWws0xV9zeEahTtw_jN0xghTlG3XloRp2S_zOcMItg1slhHqtIL2h9oX658TYG4Jg70QSFxLpC-FHEMoTIgz8e5j39IO8U3BLVroADEIwhfOrBgxPm2i4O5nWQpEg/s1600-h/Ganny+oil.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CGMzmEPBuUU3UYhnWws0xV9zeEahTtw_jN0xghTlG3XloRp2S_zOcMItg1slhHqtIL2h9oX658TYG4Jg70QSFxLpC-FHEMoTIgz8e5j39IO8U3BLVroADEIwhfOrBgxPm2i4O5nWQpEg/s400/Ganny+oil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310312374822558914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Rastbomolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06176059104691605647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-39197056120164857562009-03-05T15:02:00.001-07:002009-03-05T15:05:34.740-07:00Harper Paints! Kind of ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryh7vznCisDJ1fYwnoVlHFQUiBMM9f2NCzOq08iuLxsCM1gDr91Puvd6_am8KXf17Q-P3uwYdi2SmaYJuF7Htj0wZci0pzQpZA2HbhsMwr_wa4R9ADZDjZALrMU97pD_US7Wreheanlk/s1600-h/painteater.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryh7vznCisDJ1fYwnoVlHFQUiBMM9f2NCzOq08iuLxsCM1gDr91Puvd6_am8KXf17Q-P3uwYdi2SmaYJuF7Htj0wZci0pzQpZA2HbhsMwr_wa4R9ADZDjZALrMU97pD_US7Wreheanlk/s400/painteater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309828093832933346" /></a><br /><br />Well we have worked up to eating paint, but he will get there!Beauty to Earthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16720634243934822115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-4825756348771401312009-02-26T19:13:00.001-07:002009-02-26T19:13:36.085-07:00I Am Art<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Georgia">A being, a human being is an outcome of creation. Just like the rest of the world we are atoms that were put together in such a way to make function as we were designed to. Beautiful, loving, kind, strong, firm, creative, and artistic hands crafted every being into existence. Hands that took time, love, extensive thought, and made every piece of His work completely different from one another in ways that our minds cannot even comprehend or understand. It is His joy and passion in life to create this place that runs completely on how He has made and designed it to work all together in beauty. The Love Of Life, made us in His own image, so that we can connect with Him on a level that no other thing on this created place can. Human beings are the created art from God himself, and we display and scream out who God is, his desires, emotions, and his passions. All that we beings know is how to mimic the one that we relate to and are created from, whether it is conscious or sub conscious. This is the reason that many beings turn to the beauty of creating their own art and creations; the way that some take a plain piece of canvas, wood, or paper, and we pour our own passions, love, and life on to them. We take what was given and put into us, and we make our own creations, simply mimicking the one that created us in His own image. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia">This puts so much joy in my heart, it really does, but I just cannot help to see the other picture. I just cannot help to think about God and how he does not just look at his art, but experiencing his art, and lives with it. Then thinking about how beings take the paintbrush and change the perfect vision God has in mind for us. His art is perfect, He has perfect plans for it much greater than any being can create for oneself, but we take control of ourselves, taking God's art out of His hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Why does God allow this, because God’s love for us is so great He gives us a choice in whether it is God, or ourselves that does the painting?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just think about this:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What if while Vincent Van Gogh on his piece "Starry Night" had just finished the last touches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then he called it perfect, but “Starry Night” took the paintbrush and either just not caring, or thinking that it could be better, started painting over it making the beautiful master piece a jumbled mess. This is the same way mankind takes God’s art, and tries to change the perfect vision that He has. We take God’s brush, and make a mess with what He has given us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then with love and patience, He watches until we realize the mess we are making, and with the help of the Spirit we give God the brush back, and He starts painting our mess back into a masterpiece He had planed for us to be. Every line, every shadow, and even every stoke of love is restored, and God looks at us again and says, “There…now, you are perfect.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Sweet Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15491515115249232292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-90053166972971007612009-02-23T13:09:00.007-07:002009-02-23T14:01:37.337-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdq8mHseLJ8R57QYJh5tk4ZIQqn5eJRddtQxMgPR4kCLUDbiffgcIt5VhWt5AzTH4xQ9yrGsbAW1v_2zwpgmtCP8dmlWu5uw0p6sLP2ZSRt4yE1JGr6XqB5d9auCXlyphg03ykNcCgXLKC/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></a><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a very limited clip of some of us who enjoyed a great night of art at <a href="http://bloomworship.com/">Bloom</a>, Sunday, February, 22nd... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGKtzc3CPYVvofO21_LygoKlUSyCjs19ZV9_zy7Ii9zTKrFIxXHB56eoUVLxh9SgMeppV-B3z-qnFAMxl9xQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">...and a few photos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA7CVicN_YWsjF7qxoexhQrGWJa7zd0sASsDwbAMTn7hvjhJd1ZY3dVJZhWyQLZyv0swMPCL_UW160-9Um2FpcdSWUP66456F1Ay_oq6PZbwGxxtNQluj2MQOm18gPlyNxKkPN5pFlOuVn/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA7CVicN_YWsjF7qxoexhQrGWJa7zd0sASsDwbAMTn7hvjhJd1ZY3dVJZhWyQLZyv0swMPCL_UW160-9Um2FpcdSWUP66456F1Ay_oq6PZbwGxxtNQluj2MQOm18gPlyNxKkPN5pFlOuVn/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306096711942778498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdq8mHseLJ8R57QYJh5tk4ZIQqn5eJRddtQxMgPR4kCLUDbiffgcIt5VhWt5AzTH4xQ9yrGsbAW1v_2zwpgmtCP8dmlWu5uw0p6sLP2ZSRt4yE1JGr6XqB5d9auCXlyphg03ykNcCgXLKC/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdq8mHseLJ8R57QYJh5tk4ZIQqn5eJRddtQxMgPR4kCLUDbiffgcIt5VhWt5AzTH4xQ9yrGsbAW1v_2zwpgmtCP8dmlWu5uw0p6sLP2ZSRt4yE1JGr6XqB5d9auCXlyphg03ykNcCgXLKC/s400/IMG_2407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306098224293543442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSD_ywVkCy7zzwhr4q6UXzuh6rdEGFP06TQf8pw0YPZ2MnUPttM9z1kekSqwIb1Xd6cUQ6rqz7LQeFItR_K5X2l5z_8jpGVrecgsAzLK0bDPWwpdaPISBUZFeUUzfNl8UHCSiUIGfn7-Tn/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSD_ywVkCy7zzwhr4q6UXzuh6rdEGFP06TQf8pw0YPZ2MnUPttM9z1kekSqwIb1Xd6cUQ6rqz7LQeFItR_K5X2l5z_8jpGVrecgsAzLK0bDPWwpdaPISBUZFeUUzfNl8UHCSiUIGfn7-Tn/s400/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306098223733457570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvPa_AhRYFdDyM-iaDDAD3Vg-HsbkQqrIGxfUI8uA8cZy2DfsfgftA7YlUOcbffbFj5rXS1StD_ifRGXboeKeVDEvEcQnZfyb9JjwWnXJdAwBzvbq4sDLemovqCbnrAQIYUDnlQuxg-VY/s1600-h/IMG_2413.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvPa_AhRYFdDyM-iaDDAD3Vg-HsbkQqrIGxfUI8uA8cZy2DfsfgftA7YlUOcbffbFj5rXS1StD_ifRGXboeKeVDEvEcQnZfyb9JjwWnXJdAwBzvbq4sDLemovqCbnrAQIYUDnlQuxg-VY/s400/IMG_2413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306098219632289490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjmUFOXYEVKIwCnbqnLV3BItqekIC5tpzB6lB6OVK14WhW4JIHJ7VgTNg0IvUTdF0mlKekWAIM5BlrlYBhmHTUxrQG1Y8EMm_VYyy4usFlwYJolIeIMo-U7ug8COYKlInBuOHaNsgOldi/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjmUFOXYEVKIwCnbqnLV3BItqekIC5tpzB6lB6OVK14WhW4JIHJ7VgTNg0IvUTdF0mlKekWAIM5BlrlYBhmHTUxrQG1Y8EMm_VYyy4usFlwYJolIeIMo-U7ug8COYKlInBuOHaNsgOldi/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306098215947990322" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUqpJgrhIckuvYut3w28KJn0ntjyR1HmhnJA0eFMk7o2q9sax3q0WC7EgZBnniBDr4icvSM8QdD_B4bT0ppqoMhxtUieQ2vxT1RdhaCl6e_bTWeMSWEYA0zksnivNupKf8P2JNUp0hoj9/s1600-h/IMG_2409.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUqpJgrhIckuvYut3w28KJn0ntjyR1HmhnJA0eFMk7o2q9sax3q0WC7EgZBnniBDr4icvSM8QdD_B4bT0ppqoMhxtUieQ2vxT1RdhaCl6e_bTWeMSWEYA0zksnivNupKf8P2JNUp0hoj9/s400/IMG_2409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306098210627860610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to everyone who shared their work and to everyone who came and shared their company.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dave</div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-62573583458539900352009-01-29T11:47:00.003-07:002009-01-30T16:39:17.375-07:00Show tonight!<div><br /></div>Lisa Gungor and Stephanie Doorman are both playing tonight at the <a href="http://www.skylarklounge.com/">Skylark Lounge</a> in Denver at 9 pm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-86605073651295626762009-01-29T08:24:00.003-07:002009-01-29T08:30:07.121-07:00new look<div><br /></div><div>Hey, great new website for bloom. Whoever was behind that, kudos. The new logo for bloom is perfect. Nicely done, Lisa. Click on the link at the top of the link list on the right side of this page to check it all out.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-78482422876093192632009-01-28T06:42:00.006-07:002009-01-28T06:55:00.923-07:00Happy birthday Jackson<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Today is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Pollock">Jackson Pollock's</a> birthday. (January 28, 1912 - August 11, 1956)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYJmNm1FzerYlKDmFbnl1PMV3pXCA_E8XJ36QnYNfT4Jr22FR7gQbF_hZbwF-9oUzGlbt8bbzRvPd3krs5tV3NFZmz886TdPc_QCLaNOzLdNeFlhoERiijcioVnZTyJjoCOEPdYCpnFl-/s1600-h/17-pollock_l.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYJmNm1FzerYlKDmFbnl1PMV3pXCA_E8XJ36QnYNfT4Jr22FR7gQbF_hZbwF-9oUzGlbt8bbzRvPd3krs5tV3NFZmz886TdPc_QCLaNOzLdNeFlhoERiijcioVnZTyJjoCOEPdYCpnFl-/s400/17-pollock_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341140493054962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>"When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It is only after a sort of 'get acquainted' period that I see what I have been about. I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc., because the painting has a life of it's own. I try to let it come through. It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well." </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y4M8duCq00LSUOXD2yXU1TXjHcd_E6gsLFd_8pP0m8BVP1IgfohWfZD66ZdB52yIZz5oNbMT9oWz5bC8PEeWD-8i51JpIPOtlo_8QiaUmJNZ-h3fuddJFOVn6OvH6SZXJPEqt1BADijh/s1600-h/pollock.number-8.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y4M8duCq00LSUOXD2yXU1TXjHcd_E6gsLFd_8pP0m8BVP1IgfohWfZD66ZdB52yIZz5oNbMT9oWz5bC8PEeWD-8i51JpIPOtlo_8QiaUmJNZ-h3fuddJFOVn6OvH6SZXJPEqt1BADijh/s400/pollock.number-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341013305767938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-38499573144714585702009-01-27T13:05:00.004-07:002009-01-28T07:22:16.007-07:00Cool John Lennon Interview<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0M1jEkjtMn1ThP2Zd3rzcGVdoSrnonkzqAjzhlEvl4M2Xdi_PRjyidgb3BzK_JfB6LTUaWU1J6R2lX3JO_4x2zcJoCNCY4qQTsVOT3tnrNOTJ5yZLrpC0XlxAjH-rYR7Fv0_-Ea_QACx/s1600-h/film1-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0M1jEkjtMn1ThP2Zd3rzcGVdoSrnonkzqAjzhlEvl4M2Xdi_PRjyidgb3BzK_JfB6LTUaWU1J6R2lX3JO_4x2zcJoCNCY4qQTsVOT3tnrNOTJ5yZLrpC0XlxAjH-rYR7Fv0_-Ea_QACx/s400/film1-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296349717842980178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwg91UZ6aPVhUQ7zGZDpWn6evfyjUHcqK5bcB8Ry1XbLS6clLm4EfITxprPSKb2Y0JpTiRdlY5uneK9Zd0wmMKkGVC1KLnVh3fS2p0u4gAV1EXlqVfzUWwRe9VURC392hCzlrGp5qIkyHs/s1600-h/film1-3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-21898989385402004002009-01-26T14:58:00.001-07:002009-01-26T15:03:59.782-07:00Warmer Days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJLk7mo1OVHLhKyizwc9nk59y5hSYnU7tnynmk0-OFh_llkp1cG-m_NywhN-bwfGsNDQTGoZQsJE_mENoKCgK7fxVb2KZVnYJMDKzhuDn0y3g8tCCTHgbMkd7_sxV6-k1E09xzV3CyVkJ/s1600-h/102_1944a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726376923445650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJLk7mo1OVHLhKyizwc9nk59y5hSYnU7tnynmk0-OFh_llkp1cG-m_NywhN-bwfGsNDQTGoZQsJE_mENoKCgK7fxVb2KZVnYJMDKzhuDn0y3g8tCCTHgbMkd7_sxV6-k1E09xzV3CyVkJ/s320/102_1944a.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf6Ax0d-tuMr2n9DNSQT7USXILGElRamworBNNjwA0IwJL4MmdR6rVYLotFnaJkrRe6nUUHmkSjJH1gQr04iYhII8W4r4nVs2bkf8DAzminsJYZek6EvNYhjuUWeo31TNBq7TfGAaTV6d/s1600-h/102_1927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726364473902418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpf6Ax0d-tuMr2n9DNSQT7USXILGElRamworBNNjwA0IwJL4MmdR6rVYLotFnaJkrRe6nUUHmkSjJH1gQr04iYhII8W4r4nVs2bkf8DAzminsJYZek6EvNYhjuUWeo31TNBq7TfGAaTV6d/s320/102_1927.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Hawaii-'Tis Heaven Indeed!</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Uncle Chuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679850859951987258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-78146788840527231982009-01-26T12:26:00.001-07:002009-01-26T12:28:20.161-07:00Baby Karoline's Sweater<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBgpPm_0qf8ELQ00G79BOmZ0wIp22FZmHJDQTgmP5RaaaDtP_Lo9VnivtwwwMg73YyAW77H3jDUgFCrKVBPGi9o_ILXnP5d1Br3nxuuvr00DjqdBK-RaGvJ4ScWWVWQ9GxdCFaW6KnNM/s1600-h/karoline_sweater1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBgpPm_0qf8ELQ00G79BOmZ0wIp22FZmHJDQTgmP5RaaaDtP_Lo9VnivtwwwMg73YyAW77H3jDUgFCrKVBPGi9o_ILXnP5d1Br3nxuuvr00DjqdBK-RaGvJ4ScWWVWQ9GxdCFaW6KnNM/s400/karoline_sweater1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295686289552585490" /></a><br /><br /><br />To read the whole story, check out my blog. : )Beauty to Earthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16720634243934822115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-13235038348866207802009-01-25T16:43:00.001-07:002009-01-25T16:45:28.825-07:00Sharon's Running Haikus<div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">my feet glide over</p> <p class="MsoNormal">a snowy Sunday.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Worship</p> <p class="MsoNormal">escapes on the streets</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">my other lover?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I choose the element of</p> <p class="MsoNormal">heat, the winter sun.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p></p></div>Sharon Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901904528229106354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-2880599640011417572009-01-25T13:57:00.001-07:002009-01-25T13:59:05.210-07:00Khalid's play<span class="text"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 24px;">Hey, those of you that know Khalid from Bloom, he is in a play this Friday. If any of you are interested in going, here is the information:<br /><br />The Rising Curtain Theatre Academy presents....<br />a special "Double Feature" evening of Theatre<br /><br />Scenes from Disney's High School Musical and<br />High School Musical<br /><br />Denver Center for International Studies<br />574 W 6th Avenue (6th & Elati)<br /><br />January 29th at 7 pm<br />January 30 at 7 pm<br />January 31 at 2 pm and 7 pm<br /><br />Tickets:<br />Adults $10.00 in advance or $12.00 at the door<br /><br />Students (with valid i.d.) & Seniors<br />$7.00 in advance or $9.00 at the door<br /><br />Students ages 3-12<br />$5.00 in advance or $7.00 at the door</span></span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-82780214338123602922009-01-24T18:02:00.007-07:002009-01-24T18:10:48.123-07:00Works by Grace<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZrThMQuc1xaPtYkgHT03BGknA40fsZ40pwKCBU_yJSc0yYIpS0yU4LRkWqjHiqi4yhT5MML4L-LadI68cwS7HraM3S6zO1f_k8A488tjS_7IJjggLNpodIN-QQK1sbFldYubli6heWWS/s1600-h/Grace+tatoo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZrThMQuc1xaPtYkgHT03BGknA40fsZ40pwKCBU_yJSc0yYIpS0yU4LRkWqjHiqi4yhT5MML4L-LadI68cwS7HraM3S6zO1f_k8A488tjS_7IJjggLNpodIN-QQK1sbFldYubli6heWWS/s400/Grace+tatoo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295032539693131746" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-g7pwa4lJFr9Yc98g2pgpH6YUFBw27Ibt1C-vM3ZKcvXU9U4YF2cQ2ymp74aM_bz5a8S4GZGuBY44HECRHaK8GXjfhP7yyo-YsIojXDZ94SX8T-jZH8-ERwCR2hkczkiJQju83Xkrzp1-/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-g7pwa4lJFr9Yc98g2pgpH6YUFBw27Ibt1C-vM3ZKcvXU9U4YF2cQ2ymp74aM_bz5a8S4GZGuBY44HECRHaK8GXjfhP7yyo-YsIojXDZ94SX8T-jZH8-ERwCR2hkczkiJQju83Xkrzp1-/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295031889932862034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3MaE143KpeMa-SnfNIMI7vfz7zOPUAzhISEBthyphenhyphenAUQe_pc9cOC7GLqffuzMNfHuMj2y_VoFJyLwVH3S_8KgfGiroQ-IrwTwUkwjVcp5a922_GaM8psHEn8kgArjkx8s1EwKyvYcK-9EV/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3MaE143KpeMa-SnfNIMI7vfz7zOPUAzhISEBthyphenhyphenAUQe_pc9cOC7GLqffuzMNfHuMj2y_VoFJyLwVH3S_8KgfGiroQ-IrwTwUkwjVcp5a922_GaM8psHEn8kgArjkx8s1EwKyvYcK-9EV/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295031652834776658" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30KqIcVRDwyAerOezwnDKbRUTZOIkq9ybD9i6GkjdyS0z6I2bt6QSAX6koBiDwIgyHB-TwfRgZ-OK816yaWygj1oSVzXlyDHPBIAsQRVrrQW5iWSC0Zt5GB2gm4z_ChncYaOOgPZUiKyn/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30KqIcVRDwyAerOezwnDKbRUTZOIkq9ybD9i6GkjdyS0z6I2bt6QSAX6koBiDwIgyHB-TwfRgZ-OK816yaWygj1oSVzXlyDHPBIAsQRVrrQW5iWSC0Zt5GB2gm4z_ChncYaOOgPZUiKyn/s400/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295030734573533746" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-26700934077087115212009-01-24T17:12:00.004-07:002009-01-24T18:12:58.748-07:00Art Show<div><br /></div>Bloom is going to be having it's first art show at Bloom on Sunday, Feb 22 at 6 pm. We want all of you to bring some of your art!! It will be a lot of fun. Keep your eye on <a href="http://bloomworship.com/">bloomworship.com</a> for more info.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-40676428398211345382009-01-22T12:52:00.003-07:002009-01-22T12:52:50.591-07:00waiting - Laurie Halvorson<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLUjiITHyziFvBXOXVHuKE9rVC8KxYytM98yXqZAkIqQkKwh4Yy4L4ghyphenhyphenhcLKZ-DssvGqFlSndNRfHW0SZIF5F6aa0G8VCBXnUxtfIMPoZvfKjBa-xR4EKj3T1dHdOS_gOD4pA7hiCxQu/s1600-h/waiting+(2).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLUjiITHyziFvBXOXVHuKE9rVC8KxYytM98yXqZAkIqQkKwh4Yy4L4ghyphenhyphenhcLKZ-DssvGqFlSndNRfHW0SZIF5F6aa0G8VCBXnUxtfIMPoZvfKjBa-xR4EKj3T1dHdOS_gOD4pA7hiCxQu/s400/waiting+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294208411223504434" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-61942353921634737872009-01-22T12:47:00.005-07:002009-01-22T12:51:15.823-07:00red C - Laurie Halvorson<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5FphkVEY8IjlsozUYuEBfD7ZJ3KlOsef0dc9V3CmscYl4cm166199STa06eWQtCyu2vEhFIxWP1rOa_09lQMgVObT_8otjO0TbwxfmvcSMTo-CwSIDV2NV9K5NYm88rstZ9RFZE4xsef/s1600-h/red+sea+painting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr5FphkVEY8IjlsozUYuEBfD7ZJ3KlOsef0dc9V3CmscYl4cm166199STa06eWQtCyu2vEhFIxWP1rOa_09lQMgVObT_8otjO0TbwxfmvcSMTo-CwSIDV2NV9K5NYm88rstZ9RFZE4xsef/s400/red+sea+painting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294207201952848546" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;">A change of season isn’t dependent upon the natural seasonal clock, it occurs when truth comes, causing a paradigm shift within. Internal change brings external change as we create around us, what is inside us. While initially exciting, these shifts can give way to a painful awareness, of how deeply patterns have been carved into our lives. The need to be rescued from a rut, fuels a longing for the distant shore of freedom and relief.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;">This beachhead is familiar real estate for me. There are some subtle changes, but it’s still recognizable. I’ve been here before and undoubtedly will be here again in the course of my years. It’s bizarre really, how quickly I’ve forgotten past gains. Today’s circumstances eclipse my memory, distorting reality so it seems that once again, I’m alone. Cultivated independence and a little straight-out-of- the-can redhead combine, forming an epoxy hardened resolve. Disregarding my previous record, I try every conceivable option to make things line up with my perception of what is good and right for me.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;">I am still on the same beach. The water temperature is iced tea.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Exhausted, toes in the sand, I ponder the options of death by drowning, or certain impalement on the spear of hopelessness. Either it’s ‘a good day to die’, or conditions are ripe for the miraculous. The question has become palpable: “Will the Sea part for me?” I know the story. I believe it has, and will part for others, but will it part for <i>me</i>?</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"></span> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;">Approaching the water, it occurs to me<i>: “At least, I don’t have to wear a bathing suit!”</i> This ridiculous notion sweeps over my emotions, and I laugh aloud. Simultaneously, there is a surge of confidence, as I sense the reality of God’s mercy, bursting across time, and into my current circumstances, touching the most intimate details of my middle aged, swimsuit phobic life. God gets me. God has me. Trusting again, I have peace. I expect to see the impossible way open. I don’t know how or when, but everything will yield to the hand of the One who brought me to this place. </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,sans-serif;"><b>The Red C</b>, is my expression of joyful hope in Jesus Christ. He continually parts the seas for all of us. I hope you will find humor and encouragement in this image as you face your own Red Sea seasons.-lh </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-40887391999448417032009-01-22T12:07:00.001-07:002009-01-22T12:08:58.632-07:00Rick - acrylic on board by Dave<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1B3v9FCDDgJggwFO_rqkAoGRLn44fYEuFVA5fHq96XOsLVxpbVDo5r06u4_U_-vYlC2FG2o8Jx9MCqlXNha4KPoLwItHWIC-71bCzXsCIsk6v2_nmjGJrd9x-OEwsfuUn3x2HW97Zd0W/s1600-h/Rick+edited+site+image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1B3v9FCDDgJggwFO_rqkAoGRLn44fYEuFVA5fHq96XOsLVxpbVDo5r06u4_U_-vYlC2FG2o8Jx9MCqlXNha4KPoLwItHWIC-71bCzXsCIsk6v2_nmjGJrd9x-OEwsfuUn3x2HW97Zd0W/s400/Rick+edited+site+image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294196940423356754" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522662672429040334.post-42840100391891758112009-01-22T12:03:00.000-07:002009-01-22T12:04:20.339-07:00song demo - Mike Gungor<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, I guess I can't try to get everybody else at bloom to post <br /></div>something if I'm not going to myself... This is just a demo of a song <br />I'm working on. It's taken from an Augustine prayer in <br />"Confessions"... <br /><p>"Late have I loved you, <br />O Beauty so ancient, <br />so new. <br /></p><p>Late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside you, and <br />it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged <br />into the beautiful things which you created. You were with me, but I <br />was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not <br />been in you they would not have been at all. <br /></p><p>You called, <br />you shouted, <br />and you broke through my deafness. <br /></p><p>You flashed, <br />you shone, <br />and you dispelled my blindness. <br /></p><p>You breathed your fragrance on me; <br />I drew in breath <br />and now I pant for you. <br /></p><p>I have tasted you, <br />now I hunger and thirst for more. <br /></p><p>You touched me, <br />and I burned for your peace." <br /></p><p>Amen.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></span>Dave Pendletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01397581876886554605noreply@blogger.com0