charlie-walker

I think I’ll start where it all began. It was a raining February and there was a huge thunderstorm had come in. It is unusal for us to have storms like that but every once in a while it happens. I was working in the nursery and this little very cute bordier collier came running in scared and wet. Shaun our resident animal lover snagged her from sunset road. She was really cute and she followed me around the nursery like we had been friends forever. She never left my side. I think she new I had goats and there was a job to be had. At the end of business day Shaun who had called the pound, said “They asked us to keep her here because there are so many animals running around from the storm, she would be better off with one of us.” I looked at shaun and said “I’m not taking her, I have 40 goats 5 horses, and a dog already.” He’s like I’m sure her people will pick her up tommorrow. I reluctantly took her home. We did find her people, and they did pick her up. I should have known something wasn’t right when we put her in the truck and she jump out of the truck window and looked up at me. I’ll never forget that look as I put her back in the truck.
As she drove off, I wondered if she would be okay. I didn’t have to wonder to long she was on my porch by five the next morning. I never called her people again, she never tried to leave and she worked my goats every day for five and half years. Last monday I went out cause she wasn’t at the door in the morning she was out by the horses laying with her nose in the sand. Our big black horse standing over her trying to blow life back into her. I could tell he was worried, gentlely I picked her up and brought her to the house. I laid her down. She died shortly a few minutes later.
I just wanted let you know you never know where a loyal friend will come from. My Gizzy Girl never left my side and I will miss her. I didn’t pick her but she picked me and I will always love her for that.
Always My Beloved Friend Gizmo
lulu

I love this picture that Joseph Peters took.

Here is one of the paintings I was having a hard time with. This is a little history about the women that inspired this painting. I have been walking with Alison and it has definately helped me to push myself. She is young, has done Iron man, raised money for charity, and is working on her PHD. Yet she still takes the time to walk with me. I understand her because I have been a runner until my knees would no longer let me. We walk and talk about all kinds of women issues from self sabotage, eating disorders and mostly why women don’t take care of themselves. It seems like we talk for miles but it’s only 4, and it takes us a lot longer then it should but what I have learned is so important and it’s making me be a better person. I feel honored to know her. I believe she will do great things in her life. Even though i think of her as a friend I wonder if her gentle words are coaching me in her own Phd quest. I really never believed I was a painter, I never thought that I had what it takes. I still feel a little overwhelmed and maybe a little sad that I don’t have what it takes to be a “Fine Artist” but I actually have been calling myself a painter, I think that’s a good sign. I have been lucky enough to have 5 months off from work. I have been trying to paint every day. Billie Joe (Artist) told me to assign myself a project,and that tip works. I fine that so satisfying.
This is Alison, she is faceless for the moment but she will change I’m sure.

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Recently I was reminded that friends come into our lives to let us return for a moment to our childhood where we can dance, play, dream, share secrets and create again.
For all of my old friends (yes Tribe, can you believe I’m calling you old) - thanks for letting me dance.
To my dearest and oldest friends the ”Fearless Five” : Thank you for always being with me. Your hysterical laughter has made me feel alive. Doug, Jan, Sue, Kathy and Dale. To Sue R. you’re one bad ass girl, thanks for connecting my soul to this planet.
Also, to my new friends who give us the hope of finishing old dreams and allowing us one more second to live life to it fullest this poem is about you and for you.
Always LuLu

Friends
I thought that we might dance
In the daylight
surrounded by leaves
that float and fly
like my mind
I would find the child in you
and release it
and make it free
so you could play with me
I know you
even when we don’t speak
You can hear me
In the wind
whispering quietly there ’s
more to me then others see
wonder
if you truly believe
how many times
you let me see
u
r
more skillful then you’ll ever know
secrets dreams
the ones we have
the ones we share
dreams
that link our souls
y
I often think of you
each day
when I want to run or play
My soul grows old all to quickly
Waiting and writing like a child in the sand
unspoken words that only you could understand
I will watch the waves walk in
And wash the sand
From my hands
Forever Friends