WPFYFC

One evening, when I was in high school, I was at a church youth activity. We were gathering canned food from homes, bringing them back to the church, and then assembling Thanksgiving care packages.

I was assigned to be on the team that stayed back at the church to sort and organize the piles of food. This was done quickly and the rest of the evening became a waiting game as other groups finally came trickling back to the building.

To ward off boredom several of my friends and I decided to write poems for each other. And thus, the WPFYFC was born.

"What is WPFYFC?" you ask?  Well, let me tell you.

It is the Write Poems For Your Friends Club. It had five easy rules which I will share below.

Enjoy.


Write Poems For Your Friends Club

1. To be in the WPFYFC you need to write a poem for a friend

2. You can write a poem for more than one friend

3. You can write more than one poem for any of your friends

4. This club meets in between life (such as: me explaining the club = a club meeting)

5. You have to give a copy of the poem to the person the poem is written about/for

Looking back on it now, rules 2 and 3 seem unnecessary. Even rule 4.
So, basically: write a poem for a friend and give them a copy!


Welcome to the club!

The outcome of this club surprised me as I started amassing quite a collection of poems that people wrote for me. I also loved writing poems for my friends. Most of them were ridiculous, but they still made me quite happy and made me laugh.

Via Pinterest

Feel free to post a copy of your poem in the comments below.

All You Need Is Love: Part One

Happy Valentine's Day!

I really don't care for people who hate on V-day, who call it Single Awareness Day, or complain about how it's commercialized, etc. Be a lover, not a hater.

I choose to see the day as an opportunity to celebrate the people I love and let them know I care.

It's not just a day for romance! It's about LOVE! So, share the love. Everyone wants, and needs, to know that they are loved.

Lucy and I made homemade Valentines (pictures to come soon) for her grandparents etc. I loved sharing my love of art with her, and she LOVED using the watercolors. So fun!

Homemade is my favorite! Who doesn't love a  handwritten love letter or card? Oh, and I LOVE me some poetry. I even made Zach a Valentine art piece with a poem incorporated. Be excited.


Here is the current V-day excitement:


1. Gift Portrait
Wow, right!?
My first valentine of 2012!

An awesome Disney portrait from my dear sis. Thanks, K!

2. Zach came home unexpectedly for lunch and brought me Rosa's! Yum. Thanks, sweetie! A very thoughtful and appreciated gesture of love.

3. Orange-glazed Cornish Hens with asparagus and cherry topped cheese cake for desert. (pictures to come)
The name pretty much says it all. And all it's saying is, "Yuuuuuuuuum!"

4. Skyping with my bros, sister-in-law, and internet bestie. ;)
I LOVE my family! I hope some day we can live closer to all my amazing family members. It's a dream of mine...

5. Playing some board games. His Valentine's day is now complete.


More to come...

Art Lessons for M

I am doing a trade with a young lady that I know from church. She comes over and cleans my house one week, and I teach her how to use her new Christmas art supplies the next week. It's been great!

For her first lesson I showed her a bunch of projects that we could do with oil pastels (her Christmas gift) and she chose this. 

It is a simple technique. First you take the white oil pastel and fill in an area on the paper completely. Then you take a color and draw over the white spot you just made. Then you take a pointed stick or pencil without lead and draw your subject matter scraping through the color and revealing the white underneath.  Voila!

I make one too so that I could demonstrate the technique. We had a good time and I decided to turn mine into a Valentine for Zach.

I overlapped a few colors for a tropical-fish look and we cut out fish bowls to glue down. We added the details to the bowl with a white oil pastel and a horizon line behind it to create the illusion that it was sitting on a table.

For the final touch I punched white paper with a hole puncher to make bubbles.

M's creation.

Zach's romantic Valentine

The best I could come up with that involved a fish out of water.

Tropical glory.

Basically, my sword-fish was too long for the bowl. So he had to suffer without water. I had to find a way to somehow tie it into a Valentine, and I think I succeeded.

Peter Allen Rockwell Davis

A poem written for Peter by my sister, Emily.

Peter Allen Rockwell Davis

October 3, 2011 

By: Emily Soule    

We saw you today.

In days past, we might have seen a dark film covered with splotches of white.

Later, we might have been able to make out a hand, a foot, or the curve of your head.

But today, today we can see you in real time, we see you moving and we breathe a sigh of relief.

We see you twitch, and clench, and stretch in your warm, watery surroundings.

Dark spots on the ultrasound of your brain.

Worry.

For nearly nine months we've waited, though I can't say patiently.

We've crocheted all the sky blue afghans, and stitched every thin, flannel, bear covered receiving blanket you could need.

Gathering together around you and your mother, we've supplied you with diapers, clothes, booties, bottles, and bears.

Mostly blue, probably more for our lack of imagination than for your personal preference.

Anticipation.

A planned birth come too soon.

Doctors are much smarter than they used to be, they will make sure you and your mommy are okay.

Don't worry, you're safe now.

Five pounds.

It's hard to believe such a little baby took up so much room!

Relief.

You've already beaten the odds.

Extra genetic material on the 18^th chromosome brings trials and pain no little baby should endure.

But you're not alone, your mommy and daddy are stretched thin with agony and love.

One on the outside, like me, can't fully understand but I still feel.

Your little heart beats abnormally.

Pat pat, pat pat, pa—pat pat.

Even without that extra challenge, your life is fated to be a short one.

Science is against you, most give you hours, some give you days.

Your family gives you eternity.

The Weaver

THE WEAVER 
by B.M. Franklin
(1882-1965)


My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves so skillfully.


Sometimes He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.


Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reasons why-


The dark threads are as needful,
In The Weaver’s skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.