What Would Love Do? by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

This painting remembers a stormy night, stormy relationship, stormy behaviors from my son, and then a peaceful, restful transition and return to the semblance of normalcy I so knew and appreciated in our lives back then. When I am unsure or uncertain or extremely emotional about life – I must clean something in the house, or simply let the emotion escape from my body in some manner or another. I try not to yell that much anymore. My quick actions for heart repair marries well with my “live out loud” philosophy. Smile.

I began with big black words on the canvas reading: “WHAT WOULD LOVE DO?” The colors that preceded just danced around the black words and the painting eventually partnered with hearts that felt big and bold and strong. What exactly WOULD love do at this point?? Where would I be without those feelings? Could I actually turn this big bold painting around to feel like loving kindness for my son, or better yet – loving kindness for myself? Where could I soften, and what colors would I add that might feel like LOVE?

Valentines day is getting closer and I have always treasured our universal heart symbol. Aside from Christmas, Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday. This painting sold as soon as it hit the gallery wall. The finished piece was created without black words present as they were buried underneath layers and layers of color – the colors of love. ENJOY!

“Bliss” by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Home Sweet Home in California. I sit here in a mound of turquoise enjoying the last drop of my recently delivered double cappuccino – in bed. Thankfully, I am not going fast this morning. I am celebrating slow. The sun is peeking through my sequined curtains from India, the birds are singing, and I am thinking of my grown children in Portland. I miss them. My Sarah would be in dreamland and happy that her mom is not busy writing and implementing the move-in lists to her new studio apartment. She is happy today I am not organizing the banking, bills, insurance, and errands for the day at my rapid fire pace. Ashley and Nicholas are busy at work and probably still wiping the sleep out of their eyes as they chat with their coworkers. I am proud of them. Yet I am happy to be home and going slow. I think it’s a Tuesday.

I named the painting above BLISS. I loved the colors and the word bliss. I worked on this floral piece for about a month. My mother was visiting me in Boston at the time. We were both creating art and I was playing with encaustic works and different color combos. I am always so elated and in the moment when I am absorbed in my art experience. I climb in the art or it climbs in me. It felt kind of like the past week with my daughter. I was in this state of rhythmical “Bliss” with Sarah. I climbed into her life. We accomplished the work that needed to be done, I was absorbed in her experience and strife, learning more about who she was, sharing life stories with her she never knew existed, celebrated her new job, and realized together that hard work and checking things off lists can be felt as a state of bliss too!

1. Extreme happiness; ecstasy.
2. The ecstasy of salvation; spiritual joy.

Bliss is a state of mind. Bliss is life happy. Bliss is peaceful. Bliss is mindful. Bliss today is restful. FIND YOUR BLISS.
ENJOY!

“Wellness” by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Hello All,

Bought this really cool magazine at Whole Foods last week: Organic Spa magazine. It was laying under the bed this morning as I woke up for the second time. For first time notes you have to read my earlier blog post. Makes me giggle just remembering it.

This article had a wonderful little list of reminders on wellness – something I always have to remember in my full “high functioning” SUPERWOMAN SUPERMOM VENTURE SPOUSE life. ENJOY!

“Wellness is a reflection of the unique dance of life in which the energy of your body, mind, and spirit become perfectly attuned with each other. It is at this point of balance, that the power of your own natural healing force begins flowing freely to nurture and nourish your whole being.”

1. Tune out the cable news.
2. Tame harmful habits.
3. Eat Healthfully.
4. Get regular exercise.
5. Love unconditionally.
6. Have Fun.
7. Be a good person.
8. Be happy not right.
9 Meditate.
10. Have faith.

Thank you Organic Spa Magazine and Dr. Edward Taub. For full article go to: http://www.organicspamagazine.com

Turtle or Cheetah? by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Is it a turtle or cheetah sort of day?? Well I have had yet another Cheetah week and here I am dreaming of being a turtle. I zoomed here at rapid speed to Portland to help my daughter escape a terrible unstable living environment! We have accomplished so much this week I am not even really sure what day it is. Setting up an entire apartment, getting the medical organized for the new baby on the way, laundry done, shopping for apartment fixings, beds delivered, basic grocery, new job, bills paid, and watching my sweet nephew on his birthday – all in less than a week! WOW. I mean WHEW!

The true gift of my week is that I am closer to my oldest daughter than ever before. We talked, we cried, we laughed, I said the F word so many times she scolded me (when I was mad at her bad boyfriends mother), and told me if I talked like that I could not come visit her baby – very funny! Is my first baby (a preemie 26 years ago at 4.9 oz) going to have her own first baby?? Say it isn’t so….Rest assured I will be posting the ultrasound on my blog of this little peanut soon.

I think I’m a tired lady in a cheetah body. At least they are long and lanky and kinda nice to look at. Tuesday I will transform to a turtle. A turtle that likes to play, create, write, paint, sing in the car, be the best grandmother in the world, watch the water, listen to birds, dine in that “slow food” experience, take a jog, make a wish, hug my hubby, and find me again. Or just simply get back on the river and float. It’s back to that yin and yang thing isn’t it……all about the balance. Find the balance. Be the balance. Venture Spouse signing off! Enjoy!

“Running Women” New Poetry by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

“Running Women” new poetry by Rochelle Carr

Running Women

There are women planning
The next race or challenge for themselves.
They continue to train body and mind for the next big thing.
It could be
The right foot hits the ground out the door
On that cloudy
Not so perfect day.
Headphones are intact
Nike’s strong
And music loud.
Feet dance faster with beats
And words of inspiration.
“You can do this baby,
There is nothing to do but run!”

There are women planning
To run their hearts out
For a cause or a cure.
Making a difference
As they pound pavement
United or alone.
They wear costume and plaster
Themselves with names
Of lovers,
Pals,
Relatives or memory.
Teams from heaven run with them
They cry happiness
Knowing they feel each other
to the bone.
A miracle of leg and feet
And wing.

There are women planning to change
Themselves or the world.
One day at a time.
One foot at a time.
It is what they do.
Thank them.
They might have touched
Your hand one day
Gently passing women power
Off to you.

Copyright 2010 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“River Wide” new poetry by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

River Wide

Carry me wet
On natural bend.
So I can feel myself real again.
This way and that way
I play.
Under water sometime now.
Find a breath
Sitting there
At morning light.
Quiet frames my swollen bravery and single tear.
Quiet was repaired long ago
With iodine, eighteen Band Aids and a kiss from my mother.
“Guaranteed she said,
There will be trouble ahead
In quite a few places.”
Unchartered territories
Splatter drops of old fear everywhere.
Class four life.
Rapids, rapids, rapids.
Hold tight to the craft.
Life jackets make for a great save
If only hearts desire.
Carry on river wide.
Carry me wet.

Copyright 2010 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Circle Of Life” new fine art by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

“Circle of Life” new fine art by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Venture Spouse is busy in the art studio again! I sculpted and painted this piece after I returned from vacation and my back was healed a bit. It’s definitely a work in progress. There are probably twenty layers of paint rubbed off on the sculpture with bits of color peeking through. I will add the 24K gold next, along with a thick layer of resin after that so it is hella shiny. I really don’t know what inspired me at the time……pretty much the heart and soul and mind are just “IN” the painting. I am extremely messy with paint. I appreciate the circles that one of my favorite artist’s Hung Liu uses. Circles are a symbol of infinity and eternity. The symbol speaks to me for some reason.

Venture Spouse signing off! ENJOY!

Copyright 2010 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Home” new poetry by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

I was a Real Estate Broker in Oregon. Amongst all the other things I am doing (now that the kids have left home); I am taking the classes for my brokers license in California. I am so happy about this! It adds a new sort of cramming for tests to my schedule each day, but I am managing to kick one out every morning before I begin the 90 mile an hour fullness to life schedule. (I am supposed to be studying now). Smile. Isn’t it true that you can always find something to do? I used to cry for hours when both my daughters left home the same year. I was so sad and thought…….what on earth am I going to do if I am not a full time mother? How will I function? What will make sense if I am not cuddling and reading and going over homework or studying for finals or buying clothes or planning the next adventure?? Can I really work on my art full time all the time?? The answer I came to know much later was yes yes yes (you will heal) and if you just get on the river……it will gladly take you where you are supposed to be. Luckily, my son was still at home after the girls left, unluckily, he proved to be the most challenging child and I WANTED him moved out on his own! Now I miss the heck out of all of them and talk to one of them several times a day (we are so close and very similar in personality) and the other two I connect with a couple times a week. It’s just what we do.

I wrote this poem thinking about home. Thinking about my new venture back to real estate. A sweet poem I could place in a card for my new clients when they buy their new homes. Today, I go look at lofts in San Francisco. It really is a passion of mine. I love creating new homes and fixing up old ones with fresh new looks. It is that artist/designer thing in me. What does HOME mean to you? ENJOY.

HOME

In this house
We’ve made our home.
It’s where we live.
It’s where we roam.

The place is here
To rest our heads.
The perfect colors
Grace our beds.

We might decide
To live alone.
Or will some children
Fill our home?

Friends and Family
Old and young
The laughter lingers
on our tongues.

If walls could speak,
Here’s what they’d say:
“Warm Happy Thoughts
Are yours today!”

Welcome Home.
Please come on in.
GRAND adventures
Will begin!

**Just another poem by Rochelle Carr a.k.a. Venture Spouse. ENJOY!
Copyright 2010 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Twelve Second Kiss” new poetry by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Hello All,

Twelve Second Kiss (new poetry) is right below my three paragraphs. Humor me and pretend like you did not just skip to the poetry like I would.

So my morning began at like 2am this morning as I stretched my tired leg across the bed to see if Scott was there (I checked the time on the iPhone by my nightstand)……nope……he was gone. NADA……cold side of bed with cold cold folded back covers. I was so frustrated to be up at that hour! I LOVE my sleep. I had this funny feeling he was working on the board package again. I walked my half awake sleep deprived self to the top of the stairs and yelled, “Where are you?!!!” He responded, “DOWN HERE WORKING!” Yep, my ole’ women power gut instinct was correct again! I then surfed my iphone (I know I am out of control) for Spa weeks instead of the kamikaze business trip to Chile we are currently planning for my birthday with five layovers on United. He arrived back in bed fifteen minutes later asking, “what are you doing surfing your iPhone at 2am in the morning?” Duh, I was still awake. Thank goodness I was able to go back to sleep. This Venture Spouse has to figure out a new gadget for the sleep deprived. Nope, we are not normal.

Right this very second I am patiently waiting for Jobs to announce the availability for the new iPad…….yes, I am a tech freak! I love new gadgets and I am SO EXCITED to buy one. I blame it all on my engineer head husband. It is so fun to live in the bay area and be a part of all the inventing – it really is a mecca of brainy folks and fun tools. I am thankful to be here and celebrate it. This iPad chitty chat is getting a tad bit nauseating on twitter tho……no one is writing anything of substance it’s just all speculation. Perhaps today within the hour, that will all change! My birthday is coming up, so is my Anniversary AND Valentine’s Day……I might just have to combine holiday’s and clean up on the iPad. Bring IT!

Here is the first poem I wrote in my (up till 4am writing frenzy) on the last blog entry. For all who read that last post thank you for being so patient with my brain dump. It was a long one. I needed to let go of all that from last year before I could write and relax…….it’s nice to go at a somewhat slower prod. Well, at least it’s nice not to be in total panic mode with my greeting card business, website re-design, real estate school, writing, painting, five children and grandparents! How many of you actually have had twelve second kisses with your partners?? Don’t lie. Don’t tell Scott…….I don’t think we ever have had one that damn long. I do however dream about one someday. It would have to be after he trims the mustache hairs so they aren’t so prickly and as pointy as cocktail toothpicks on my face. Venture Spouse signing off……ENJOY!

Twelve Second Kiss

First warm embrace
From deep within
Touching face
Touching skin.

Soothing sounds
Loving words
Cradle cheek like baby bird.

Find a place
Call it bliss
Abiding love
Twelve second kiss.

Copyright 2010 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

Back to Blogging and Poetry by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Hello All…….

I am back to blogging! I realize I began the blog focusing on art and poetry. However, before I hit year 2010 with full force I needed to get some things off my chest and wrap up the last year. My life is an adventure. This yin and yang stuff I have been hearing about might prove to have some merit. It was an arduous end to 2009 and I feel happy to announce – it is done, past, FINITO! Woohoo! You can’t see me, but I am doing the end of year dance in between words! Historically, I have not been real happy with odd numbered years and funny (I just realized) that every year there is an even numbered year my age is ODD. Great. So no synchronized swimming here. Doubt there is any correlation to the number gig, but I’ll go with it for now…I understand I have saved up on angel karma so think I’m good to go…

NEWSFLASH***I am going to change my blog a bit and write about life stories, following your heart now something I teach to my friends and children (yet forget to do for myself), family, stuff I am proud of, creative juices, things I find passion for: art, travel, poetry (new volume of 100 poems next year), philanthropy, food, money, starting new businesses, living with a partner that is CEO of a start up and how that affects my world (and how we remain connected and true through it), what I learn about life, love and the simple things that speak to me. It really could be the next hot reality show. If you only knew the diversity and story in my immediate growing up family (I need ghost writer for that one). Get ready to walk on the wild side!

Just a quick recap to the end of the year (and beginning of this new one) so you can have a tad more insight to the surreal part of it all (now that I re-read it) it’s not a damn wonder as to why I cannot keep the days straight:

1. Went to Rome, Italy and on to Florence to visit my sister. She was there for four months with her children in American school for her sabbatical, and the kid’s experience of a lifetime. I was summoned back early from the trip in October (sigh) to save my son from further negative life choices (he called me in tears – they get me every time with that crying shit). I moved him from one state to another in a week and provided the last re-start I will manage (from here on out) after setting him up in a cozy studio apartment downtown. The great part about his new place is that his older sister is positioned in the same complex directly across the bldg on the 6th floor and can glance into his windows if needed. I didn’t even plan that one! The other cool part to the new Man-Cub bachelor domicile is that every Sunday the complex serves a buffet of coffee goodies and doughnuts, so at least Sunday I know he will be eating a breakfast and waking up before 1pm in the afternoon. The best part of the man-cub story to date is that as of yesterday (ok we are in 2010 for a quick sec) he got a job!!! He is now almost off our payroll. OK…..truth be told……I still send grocery gift cards to all of them.

2. My grandparents have separated at 83 years old. Currently living down the hall from each other at their assisted living center. Gram got the one bedroom and Gramps got the studio man cave. They have “visits” and this way they won’t yell at each other. After finishing with Nick’s move I spent the afternoons counseling my grandfather as he blamed my mother (for just about everything she does) while shaking his bent finger at me. The hilarious thing about that finger is that it is curved left and points to the left wall! He is still my hero. I sit there and listen to an unhappy old man (whom two years ago came back to life after four days in a coma and the priest gave the last rites). He suddenly woke up when my grandmother fell in a trash can by his bedside – he started his Italian yelling “What in the hell was that?” After returning back to life within seconds, he preceded to down a chocolate milkshake and roast beef sandwich. This is my life. Giggle.

3. Finished and published my poetry book: Follow Your Heart Poetry by Rochelle Carr. On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Follow-Your-Heart-Poetry-Rochelle/dp/1439249717/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264546050&sr=8-1

4. Planned, coordinated, and conducted our start-up holiday party with incredible caterer, flower arrangements, band, raffle gifts and casino for our 100 employees with tight (I mean boa constrictor choking tight) budget still saving $3000.00 on the venue as we had it on a Sunday and they planned a sales meeting Monday (half day) to compensate for all out of town travel. In such a recession – celebrating the hard work of our employees was a tremendous gift in itself.

5. Day after holiday party, contracted bronchitis which my doc still thinks (in retrospect) was the piggy flu. Spent the next three weeks hacking my heart out. No, on second thought………coughing up a lung is perhaps a more appropriate description.

6. Night before Christmas – choreographed and danced with my siblings (for all the children and grandparents):”Ice Ice Baby A Man and Two Ladies.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYuOggEVkQQ My sister makes us do it.

7. Christmas Day – went to three movies and ate dinner: It’s Complicated, Avatar, and Sherlock Holmes. Avatar ROCKS MY WORLD.

8. Celebrated Katherine’s birthday, Christmas, and organized lists verbally for her exchange program to Ecuador Jan 24th.

9. Flew back to San Francisco Dec 26th. Created written list for Katherine’s Ecuador trip sent email. Unpacked and packed for Maui. Glad to be out of cold cold rainy weather. Miss my kids and family.

10. Dec 27th…..off to Maui only to tweak my back (pulled muscle) on the way down the concourse towards the gate. I could barely walk on the plane! Made it to Hawaii only to spend the week laid up in a hotel room and begging holiday emergency visits from the local Italian acupuncturist! Not a good trip.

11. Night before New Years…….call with news (on my magic iPhone) that my oldest of five children (Sarah) is expecting her first child in September! Surprise! She’s not married, has a boyfriend that doesn’t want to be with her, and her pseudo mother in law (that she lives with) is kicking her out of the house because she hates the fact that her sons life has changed. No duh – so has mine. Note to 19 year old Nicholas MAN-CUB: No glove – no love. Note to self: You are going to be a grandmother whether you are ready or not.

12. Happy New Year!

13. I am in the airport (with Scott in Maui) waiting in line at the gate with Tiger Balm Chinese medicine strips stuck to my back. I refuse to take Advil – I have heard it’s not good for the stomach. I call mom to find out about our dear friend Kathleen who has been waiting to find out if she has cancer…..Mom calls me back…….I am still in line……Yes, Kathleen has ovarian cancer. No, we are not sure if it has metastasized elsewhere, or if there is something on her liver, and yes she has this liquid in her stomach swelling up so rapidly from the cancer cells that she looks like she is six months pregnant. Yes, she will have surgery and yes she will go through chemo in four to six weeks. I clung to Scott. I cried in the first class United line. People looked disturbed. Yes, I cried the entire 4.5 hours home. I prayed for Kathleen. I hope someone up there heard me.

14. Paid off daughter twos default student loan(she never paid on) so she could qualify for financial aid and finish her degree in the next two terms. Cha Ching! $4,320.00 savings down the drain. Spent three hours online with loan department negotiating payoff and then with the financial aid department understanding how to speed up the process and take the old debt to zero so daughter could register. Not an adventure day to say the least.

15. Jan 2010 – busy ordering and sending “having baby” and “baby first year” books to Sarah and non supportive partner from Amazon. My favorite online (get anything you need without leaving home) store. Sending pink heart high tops and booties for new baby (hoping for girl) because in my opinion they are more fun to dress up. Sending huge box for Sarah with flat shoes (more comfy for work) and large shirts, prenatal vitamins, pregnancy magazines, lotion for stretch marks, and new mom anti-nausea herbs form Whole Foods. She is just seven weeks, and I know I should have waited to send all of it. Oh well. It’s never to early to celebrate!

16. Painted four paintings. So happy to be home!

17. Sarah had a hospital baby scare, it was only a urinary tract infection and they took an ultrasound! There are pictures somewhere of our new baby and I am still waiting for them. I was only two days off on her due date with the online pregnancy calculator! Give or take a month (Sarah was four weeks early) baby arrives around September 4th.

18. Kathleen had surgery. She had the hysterectomy. They think they got it all. She remains in ICU. Her stomach still swollen. Chemo in four weeks. I pray and buy the material for a 8.5 x 8.5 “Healing Heart” quilt square.

19. Sending pink baby booties to long lost niece in Utah who is pregnant as well – LOVE HER. Happy she found us after all these years.

20. Signed up for Real Estate classes in California to take the state exam so I can practice here. I am already a Broker in Oregon. I have passed all tests with flying colors! Greeting cards with my fine art paintings are selling like gangbusters, and my web designer is doing a wonderful job on the new layout and shopping carts on my website. Will be live with new changes in one week!

21. January 25th – Stayed up till 4 AM this morning writing five poems for the new book and ordering clear sleeves for my fine art greeting cards. I couldn’t sleep, found myself downstairs in the dark with a cup of decaf vanilla tea and scratch paper thinking about a friend from high school I found on Facebook. She has a sister who died of breast cancer and a niece who died at 19…….
I did not want to wake Scott up while climbing back in bed. I slept on the couch. He had a five am alarm and a board package to finish. The couch and I are better friends.

22. After this day and night of writing and reading……..I think I might have a mild case of ADD. Now I am off to run my two miles on the Hal Higdon training for the 15k Shamrock run in Portland in March. I will write more on Wednesday after planning our trip to Santiago Chile. Scott has a business trip.

Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery – A Work in Progress

I thought it might be fun to follow a painting of mine until it was completed……please let me know your thoughts. As you can see I am attracted to bright colors……

oil on canvas

What should I name her?

Presenting…… Follow Your Heart Jewelry Designs

Rochelle Carr Studio and Fine Art Gallery is open at 2625 Broadway #101 in Redwood City, Ca. The gallery sells fine art works by Rochelle Carr, exclusive one of a kind jewelry designs, and art cards. The gallery space is also the working art studio of Rochelle Carr. The unpretentious warmth and comfortable atmosphere inherent of the studio and gallery entice you to return for the candy treats, enjoy a passion for color, the sound of water, and listen to music accompanied by the elegant, whimsical, designs that are sculpted, painted and often finished with a touch of 23karat gold leaf. Allow the hearts to make you smile, and delight yourself with the gift of fine art. Prices range from $7.00 to $6,000.00 we accept payment of Visa, MasterCard, Cash, Check, or Paypal. Hours of Operation: Tuesday through Saturday 10am-5pm. Sunday and Monday by appointment only.

New painting “Red and Blue” by Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery

Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery presents…….. the new painting “Red and Blue” a collaborative piece by Rochelle Carr and Amy Da-Peng King. Rochelle sculpted, painted, and wrote the poetry for the piece(below). Amy translated and wrote the poem in Chinese on the left side of the painting.
Priced at $5,800.00 at Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery. http://www.rochellecarr.com

Red and Blue

Red circles of love
Carry eternity and harmony,
Graciously soaring
Upward,
Toward the sky so blue,
To a world
So true.

By Rochelle Carr 2008

New Poetry

Poetry 2009 by Rochelle Carr

Willow

Willow tree dances,
branches in the wind,
long hairs,
swaying left.
Yellowish green leaves
of spring,
reeking of wisdom,
grace
grace
willow grace.

Imagine Being There

Imagine being there
beside his cheek
wandering about the folds of his skin,
into the creases of his life
where it’s been
where it’s going…
Will he find what he looks for
inside himself?
Inside the magnificence
of his family,
and friends,
will he find peace, renewal, and tranquility?
Or if nothing else,
will he realize his soul
aches to be understood or
heard in it’s own glory?
His importance makes the world glow.
Will he realize his perfection?
Will he?

Imagine being there
beside his cheek,
wandering about the folds of his skin,
observing,
while he holds the treasure of himself
in the palm of his hand,
carrying the grief
the grief of years yet unlived
dreams once buried deep,
souls deep.
He is not alone.
You will hear his story
if he loves you
enough
to share his heart.
His world dances with brilliance
and you will find him there…
On adventures
sprinkled with freedom
somewhere on a bicycle
still searching the sky for animals in clouds.
You will find him there running from his own perfection.
Running from his own perfection.

Places

There is a place to go
Where bluebirds sing
And the guy climbs
Up the fire escape
With roses and rainbows.

Some have decided it only happens in movies.

Movies have skewed the senses,
And occasionally we believe in
Happily Ever After
If only for a moment
In between that space
Of fantasy and reality.

There is a place to go
With a lover
Beside a river
Where the water moves quickly.
There sits a boulder
Yearning to capture passion stored -
If rocks could speak…

There is a place to go in Rome
Where dejavu finds you
Fontana di Trevi pours history
From the marble façade
The people snap pictures
And throw pennies
To remind themselves they were there.
If water could speak…

There is a place to go
In the safety of friendship
Where souls collide
Words and tongues
Meld together
Dancing with fevered information exchange
Wanting
that beautiful thing…
If time could speak…

There is a place to go inside yourself,
The world speaks only to you.
You find the place where God sits.
God space,
Our place.
If angels could speak…

There is a place to go
In between right and wrong,
You will find me there…

Rochelle Carr at Amazon.com Follow Your Heart Poetry book for sale!!!!

FOLLOW YOUR HEART POETRY
by Rochelle Carr (of the Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery) is now on sale at Amazon!!!

http://www.amazon.com/Follow-Your-Heart-Poetry-Rochelle/dp/B002AD3IYK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1243392573&sr=1-1

Here is the beginning to the first poem titled: Follow Your Heart:

Follow your heart,
and you shall see,
just how happy life can be.

It takes a try,
and a YES WE CAN,
it’s magic at work
with a master plan.

Dream it up,
just don’t discourage,
keep that faith,
and ALL YOUR COURAGE.

At times you’ll cry.
At times you’ll scream.
At times you WILL HATE EVERYTHING!

It’s okay
to stop and chill,
your heart needs breaks,
and so you will…..

The rest of the poem is included the new book with other verses of love, dance, family, hearts, color, food, flowers, adventure and fine art by Rochelle. Enjoy!!!

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved

Rochelle Carr supports food traceability company watch on ABC

I realize this is not artist worthy material, and I am definitely not famous, but this is something that I am very passionate about. Food. Plain and simple. It’s all about FOOD. I am an Italian American and I love to eat. After all, I just had a bout with food poisoning (on Mother’s Day with a meat incident, and ended up in the hospital), and I am seriously considering growing my own food…..this company may save me from diving into the dirt to artfully create my first garden in decades. I would like to leave the farming to the experts!

I would prefer to support the flourishing of farmers, retailers and packaging companies that partner with HarvestMark while making our food safe for our families and traceable from farm to the consumer table. After all, they just won top 100 at Red Herring 2009!!! See them in action below! A secret about these guys is that they can also trace meat, chicken, PORK, toys, medicine, and anything that can be traceable…..we need to stop all the recalls and mystery about where our consumer products come from. Support HarvestMark and you will keep our world safe!

CHECK THIS OUT!!!! NOT TO MISS!!! Families, Farmers, Packagers, Retailers everywhere call HarvestMark!!!

http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/story?section=news%2Fassignment_7&id=6788117

“Follow Your Heart” Solo Exhibition Rochelle Carr @ The Caldwell Gallery

PENINSULA Arts COUNCIL
19 Twin Pines Lane, Belmont 94002 650-591-2101

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

“Follow Your Heart”

Rochelle Carr urges her viewers to “Follow Your Heart” with an exhibition of large, richly-hued abstract expressionist paintings in the Caldwell Gallery from July 1 through August 31. The Caldwell Gallery is located on the main floor of the County Government Center at 400 County Center, Redwood City. Gallery hours are Monday through Friday, 9 to 5. Carr paints with total focus and energy, producing images that range from impressionist landscapes to frenzied abstracts that include universal symbolism. She communicates verbally as well as visually, and has recently published a book of her poetry, also titled “Follow Your Heart”. Perhaps the key to Carr’s artwork is in her statement, “Adventure lies not in the places we seek, but in the moments we create in the places we treasure.”

The paintings in this exhibition include oils and acrylics, often embellished with 23-karat gold leaf. The images reflect scenes from her international travels in Europe, the Caribbean, and Central America, and residence in the Bahamas, Hawaii, and Eastern and Mid-Western states in the U.S. The Caldwell Gallery is sponsored by the San Mateo County Arts Commission. Exhibitions are curated by the Peninsula Arts Council. For information regarding this exhibition, please contact Rochelle Carr (bellarmc@mac.com) or call the Peninsula Arts Council, 650-591-2101.

“YES WE CAN” fine art Fourth of July heart painting by Rochelle Carr

“Yes We Can” fine art sculpture, arcrylic and 24K gold leaf painting by Rochelle Carr will be in the upcoming solo exhibition at The Caldwell Gallery from July 1st-Aug 31st, 2009.

“Follow Your Heart” Fine Art Solo Exhibition
The Caldwell Memorial Art Gallery
400 County Center, Redwood City, CA 94063
Gallery hours are M-F, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.
All fine art works for sale. Curated by the Peninsula Arts Council.
If interested: http://www.rochellecarr.com (Gallery 2009 works)
#650-366-1384

Rochelle Carr’s Favorite Children’s Cancer Association Goes National!!!

Children’s Cancer Association was created by my sister and brother in law (with family, friends and many volunteers) after the death of my precious five and a half year old niece Alexandra Ellis thirteen years ago. May Alexandra’s music and creative spirit heal the hearts and souls of these families and children – one song, one magical mobile music cart at a time! ~~RMC

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Media Contact
Mary Turina, President and COO
Children’s Cancer Association
503-200-5118
mturina@JoyRx.org
www.JoyRx.org

PORTLAND-BASED CHILDREN’S CANCER ASSOCIATION GOES NATIONAL
Music Rx® Program Spreads Joy Through Music to Thousands More

Portland, Oregon – July 8, 2009 – After 14 years of experience, research, development, evaluation, awards and accolades, the Children’s Cancer Association (CCA) is thrilled to expand their Music Rx® program beyond Portland, Oregon for the first time. To combat the pain, fear and loneliness of serious illness with the healing power of music, Music Rx will be making rounds in the hallways of Miller Children’s Hospital in Long Beach, California as well as Mattel Children’s Hospital UCLA in Los Angeles, California.

CCA’s award-winning Music Rx program was first launched in 1995 at two children’s hospitals in Portland, Oregon and now operates in 17 pediatric units in 6 regional medical centers. Transforming the sterility and isolation of the hospital environment, Music Rx brings joy through trained music therapists and volunteer musicians who travel with a magical mobile music cart that plays music, videos, and holds hundreds of instruments, docks dozens of iPods and contains its own recording studio.

Music Rx services will debut at Miller Children’s Hospital and Mattel Children’s Hospital UCLA in July 2009, made possible by support from lead sponsor Health Net and the Starlight Children’s Foundation. These hospital locations were selected in response to requests by their medical staff as well as their proximity to CCA’s base location in Portland, Oregon, facilitating economical travel for launch, training, support and evaluation.

CCA’s model is structured to seed the capital investment, recruiting, training and staffing of Music Rx for 12 months. After that time, the hospital partners have agreed to sustain and adopt Music Rx with the long-term staffing investment and the goal to ensure that every hospitalized child and family benefits from the healing power of music for decades to come.

Regina Ellis, Founder of CCA spoke about reaching her dream of national expansion, “We are proud to join hands with our friends at Miller and Mattel to bring the healing power of music to thousands of hospitalized children in California. The staff of both hospitals have been incredible partners throughout this project, and I have no doubt they will change lives through the Music Rx Program.”

For additional information about the national expansion of CCA’s Music Rx Program, contact Mary Turina at 503-200-5118 or visit www.JoyRx.org .

About CCA: When seriously ill kids and their families need more than medicine, CCA is there with compassion and innovation creating moments of respite and hope, in the hospital and at home. Managed by a professional staff and powered by volunteers, CCA brings soothing music in a time of crisis, friendship in a time of loneliness, resources in a time of turmoil and vital support in the midst of life-threatening illness. CCA brings hope, possibility and a little magic to some of the most difficult days families will ever face.

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CCA Mini Cooper Raffle
Oregonians purchase your $35 raffle ticket(s) today and win a 2009 Mini Cooper valued at $28,700 – only 5,000 tickets will be sold. To purchase tickets online (click here ) or call CCA at 503-244-3141. The drawing is on September 13, 2009. 100% of the proceeds benefit CCA.

Rochelle Carr Now Selling Greeting Cards on Fine Art America

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“YOU ARE IN MY ART” by Rochelle Carr

You Are In My Art
 
Bright, alive, moving, hungry…..
 
These ornamental decorative fish grace ponds, aquariums, and restaurants around the world.  They bring smiles to our faces and elicit squeals from the children who feed them.  One at a time, photographed, these fish are plain and recognizable.  But as a whole community – they make art together. In the world of Feng Shui these graceful creatures signify abundance and wealth and are rightfully noted for their strength and bravery as they swim against the current. Like my world of visual art and words, these fish present themselves in different shapes, sizes, colors and positions – they come together to create a beautiful piece of photographed art – snapped on an everyday kind of day. And so it is with the evolution of my art. 
 
On everyday kind of days, different people, experiences, colors, memories, and moments have shaped and graced my written and visual art.  They weren’t moments I was seeking, they weren’t experiences I always wanted, but I have embraced them.  My life experiences encourage the vibrancy in my work.  Had I grown up cloistered and sheltered my art would lack the expression and passion that defines me as an artist. 
 
Art is my medium for sharing, healing, expression, and safety.  I am in my art. You are in my art.  I allow vulnerability to seep from my work and I want to share it with the world.  As I stand at my easel or sit to write I feel the swirl of life experience around me, influencing my strokes and words. 
 
Like the swirling fish create art together – you have also created art inside me.  You are in my strokes, in my words, in my passion and create my community. Thank you for this incredible gift.
 
As I continue creating fine art, writing books, living passionately, and following my heart…..I just wanted to acknowledge you and thank you for adding to the beauty, elegance, and stories in my world – YOU ARE IN MY ART.
 
Photo posted with permission from Melinda LeSueur.

“GRAM” New Poetry by Rochelle Carr

Best Grandmother in the world!

GRAM

Your hands…..so soft.
I held your hand as a child.
We walked places.
I have veins like you so close to the skin.
How can our skin be so thin?
I looked forward to tickle backs during summer vacation at your house.
Ever so quietly in the mornings
You’d tiptoe into my room when I was older.
You always knew I loved to sleep in.
I can still hear your voice whisper, “It’s time to get up for breakfast.”
I still make tickle backs and whispers for my children.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
You reached for the doughnuts,
American cheese and Captain Crunch cereal stocked in your pantry.
We celebrated junk food Italian style.
Our parents were hippies and we ONLY had junk food at your house and
Ate ourselves silly every summer.
Just because you could spoil us.
Your pantry became a Disneyland of food.
I have a pantry.
Just like you.

Your hands…so soft.
You taught me how to shave my legs,
Wear make-up, use Jergens lotion and lather
Noxzema just like Grandma Dappie.
We painted my fingernails and I was “GIRLY.”
My mom hated Barbies because they had large breasts. I loved them.
I loved their designer clothes.
I loved being “GIRLY” with you.
I dress up and I wear sparkly things
And leather coats, and jewelry.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
I remember watching you that night at the Elks Club
As Gramps took your hand in his
And guided you to the dance floor.
You smiled.
Your body knew what to do with his.
I smiled watching you.
You were made to dance only with Gramps.
Later that night you watched proudly
And smiled at me as Gramps taught me to dance and swing like never before.
It was a magical night and your brother was there.
I found I could dance.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
You always reached into some secret place
And pulled out a five or twenty dollar bill,
Or much more,
For clothes or anything fun
Just because you loved me.
Many a year you sent me a check
Because I had left home at seventeen and
Couldn’t pay my rent or some bill.
You were my hero.
Your generosity… Never made me feel silly or stupid for needing your help.
I have a secret place with twenty-dollar bills
Or a stack of ones
For my children, nieces, nephews
And others that need a helping hand.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
You taught me about painting plaster sculpture,
Your passion for sewing,
And you helped me create beautiful things
Because you believed in me ALWAYS.
I am an artist now.
I paint on canvas with white sculpture
And I use your old sewing machine.
I create beautiful things that people buy now.
Sometimes I imagine you leaning over my shoulder guiding me.
I stay in the lines. Sometimes.
I’m the one that learned to sew.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
Your hands don’t help your body like they used to.
When I visit you from California it’s hardest for me
To look in your eyes.
I hold your hands.
I ache to see you in such pain.
I stare at your hands holding mine.
You can’t say “S” words and it pisses you off.
It’s not fair.
You tell me you are done with your life,
Tired of falling, and not trusting your same body.
Three weeks ago we cried together
As I held your face in my hands before I left.
There is unlived pain inside yourself.
I wish I could own it for you
Making your heart lighter and free.
Tears fall in clumps on my chest.
I write from years of memories that
Sit here grieving inside my head.
I understand I cannot make you feel better.
Instead, I will be feisty, determined, and strong.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
I remember them on my cheeks,
Brushing my hair from my face
As I lie there in your lap.
Gram, Gram, Gram…
How do I tell you everything just sitting here in my heart?
Do I tell you about the gratitude
And thankfulness I feel just knowing you?
What I believe it means to be a grandparent?
You are the best grandmother in the universe.
I will think I was your favorite just because I can.
I am now a mother of five.
I am a grown-up – whatever that means.
First line on my bucket list:
To be the best grandmother.
Just like you.

Your hands…..so soft.
My hands…..so soft.
Just like you.

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Almost Pear” New Poetry by Rochelle Carr

ALMOST PEAR

Anjou love
so crisp and sweet
guide my heart
to lips in Crete.

It’s not your shape
I love so dear
yet all your heart
and all you share.

Oh almost pear
how do you see
beyond the trunk of your brown tree?

Please don’t fall
it’s sad you see
I know you’ll bruise
fait accompli.

One more day
and you’ll be sweet
I’ll catch you now
a special treat.

Share with me
your secret true
it’s good your yellow
not so blue.

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Summer’s Eve” Painting by Rochelle Carr

“Summer’s Eve” Painting by Rochelle Carr
 
The twenty-second of September rang in the first day of fall – one of my favorite seasons!  Cool crisp days, sweaters, beautiful changing leaves and scenery, children excited to be back in school, parents excited for quieter days, and a chance to breathe from summer adventure and travel. 
 
My abstract fine art works, Summer’s Eve, speaks a wistful goodbye to summer.  The iridescent paint changes color as you walk side to side in front of this piece – the season is changing, the leaves are changing, and the feeling of the year is changing. My life would be abnormal without constant change. You will find this ever so present in my fine art. 
 
I love it as the year morphs and the seasons come and go.  I so enjoy summer and sunshine, the lightness of being, the dreaming, the travel, the water, the late night dinners, the friends, the family, BBQs, excitement, and constant commitments. Ours is a highly functioning abundant life. I am so thankful and blessed, and I will often just pinch myself to make sure it’s all real. 

I appreciate winter (but not my favorite season) the holidays, the family, the bonding and the magic. I do still believe in Santa.  I adore spring (MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SEASON) the rebirth, babies everywhere, the renewed energy, the garden, and my hands in the soil. Yet for some reason, I find I am always ready for the calm and peaceful feeling that comes with fall.  Fall graces the world in a warm blanket of my favorite colors: greens, browns, yellows, reds, oranges. Can you feel it’s warmth?
 
Inside Summer’s Eve, I have painted memories of many a summer sunset enjoyed with old lovers, friends and my husband (not all on the same evening mind you).  I am walking down the beach holding an arm or a hand, crunching shells in the sand, and gazing at the reflections and sparkles as the sun dances on the waves. I imagine myself, in years to come, walking along those same beaches when I’m 105!  I have decided this painting will remain in my private collection. Hopefully, my visitors will enjoy it as much as I do.

Does my painting inspire you to feel something?
Happy Summer’s Eve to all!

“What Would Love Do?” Painting by Rochelle Carr

A novel, first published in 1896, and titled In His Steps was subtitled “What Would Jesus Do?”.  The publishing of this book and an increasing popularity of the concept caused a grassroots phenomena to spread through the United States in the 1990s.  Merchandise was made and sold bearing the famous slogan which was originally aimed at making the youth of a church group be more aware of how their decisions were affecting people. 
 
The ability to choose how we react is a power that we all posses, and while the slogan grew in popularity through the 1990s, the concept has been existent forever.  We are not able to choose how we are treated or even the trials that come to us – but we can choose our outlook, our attitude and our reactions.  For me, the underlying principle which governs my choices is love.  The theme travels through my art and the question I find myself pondering on a daily basis is “what would love do?” In the beginning of the painting (before the layers and layers of color) in bold black thick words were first on the raw canvas: “What Would Love Do?” The painting sold as soon as it hit the gallery wall. It is also the painting on the cover of my new book: Follow Your Heart Poetry. I find such joy in the fact that folks in our world still believe in LOVE and HEARTS. It’s quite a universal concept.
 
Earlier in my life I would ask myself this question as I faced challenging moments as a single parent, with a stubborn family member, or dealing with an ex husband.  I would work through this question by myself looking for peace and solace.  Often, the answer which crept into my heart, was FORGIVE.  This word and feeling represents itself as the sister word to LOVE, and I am so blessed to have had several examples of pure and forgiving life experiences that taught me not only to FORGIVE, but also to let go and move on. At the risk of sounding too woo woo….I will move on.
 
Does learning to love and forgive teach me all that I need to hear when reacting to others?  Yes, most of the time it really does. Yet there are moments that nothing works, and my behavior or rudeness warrants huge apologies to friends and family members. Expressing love, manifesting love, and loving is not the same for everyone – but as I ponder this question and learn to provide that same love and acceptance for myself and my partner as I age, I find that eventually, the truth is always present when I open my heart and listen.  The love language I speak now is evident in my affection, support, kindness, belief in the impossible, soft words, hearts, gift giving, gifts of time, acceptance, and artistic expression. My art and my hearts are a gift to the world so to speak. 
 
This painting titled “What Would Love Do”, expresses my feeling that love is the biggest factor in helping to make good choices.  It is a greater force in the world of chaos and unnecessary war than any other single thing.  Our hearts overlap and fill empty spaces as we open them more and more to love. What a miracle it is that we as humans have been provided the opportunity to feel and experience true authentic “love.”

“When you feel you can’t go on, when a loved one can’t be strong, provide a gentle hand from you, and simply ask: WHAT WOULD LOVE DO?”

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.
 

“Kayak Man” New Poetry by Rochelle Carr

KAYAK MAN

She watched him kayak
In her mind.
His boat glides up on shore
He is somewhere
In his own heaven
Exploring deep blue seas.

Always near an island
With sunshine gracing his face.
Salt and pepper
Graying beard
And white ear hairs
Curl and dance
In appropriate face places.

She watched him kayak
In her mind.
Walking softly
Amongst cracked shells someone
Might have stomped with feet
Years earlier.
Island mermaids still slept
sweetly on rose petal beds
With pillows of golden crackled saltwater hair.
He climbed from his craft
Of quiet yellow
And watched them sleeping there
Till it was sunset.

He dreams of retired fruit treasure
As he searches for dry sand
And solace.
Guide him as he steps outside himself
And listens
To the gentle lapping of the shore
And paints his toenails blue
While magical sunset beams
Kindly impale him.
A world of ocean glistens from behind.
He will ponder starlight.

She watched him kayak
In her mind.
He wanders alone on one simple vacation
Originally booked for two.
He always deserved this trip
Yet would never give something to
Himself this way…
It was a gift
Imagining him kayak in her mind
While she was gone on her own
Walkabout
In foreign lands
With foreign tongue.

She watched him kayak
Around a virtual playground of story
Replaying the synchronicity
Of love
And the sexy swagger
Of his saxophone-
He likes to walk island beaches at sunset.

She watched him kayak
In her mind
Enjoying simple things
Unbearable lightness
Of being
Without worry
Or responsibility.
He shouldn’t have to work this hard.
The glisten of sunsets past
Stick to the flat side
Of the paddle
And stroke.
Hear his water
Hear his quiet solid yellow
Ocean stroked heart.

Swish
Swish
Glide…

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“OLD DOOR” New Poetry by Rochelle Carr

I am here traveling in Rome, Italy experiencing a mecca of old doors. It is my second year without my children living at home. I have a blended family and still manage the time to mother five incredible children. I am free of shoulds. I am free of schedules I do not create on the whim of what pleases me. The time in my hotel room is my own to reflect, remember, savor and use. I am writing incessantly (because I adore it) only stopping to mangia and enjoy a glass of wine. I am staying at a darling hotel near the ancient Colosseum called: Inn At The Roman Forum. The service is nothing short of magnificent and the people are absolutely lovely. I will always return.

I was up writing new poetry “Kayak Man” at 3:30 in the morning as jet lag looked me over with an off balanced sly smirk. I am still here 19 hours later at my computer with stiff knees and a full heart. I have just cried happy tears for finishing a poem (below) that sits perfectly beneath my feet. Kind of like the new Jimmy Choo twinsie boots I bought with my sister last month……I feel that damn good. Smile. My mother would tell me to get out and see the sights. My sister arrives tomorrow with her children and I will adventure non stop.

I have always imagined that old doors could speak. I imagine it sharing years of story and memories just sitting there somewhere under the surface of worn soft wood into that bold rectangle thing we call a door. If doors could speak what would they tell us of their history? Would they pick out a family they loved for lifetimes? Would they remember children that grasped handles with tiny fingers for years until they grew up? Would they remember a sadness that rocked their insides laden with horror, loss, or grief? Would they celebrate a first kiss? A marriage? Mourn a divorce? Shelter us from the rain? Would they remember our hands and how each person feels differently? Would there be fear? Would there be music? Or would there be clippity clop echo sounds of feet on cobblestone walkways?

I believe Old Doors DO remember. Just like I still believe in Santa, Magic Fairies, Moonbows, Convertibles, Mermaids, Hearts, Kings, Queens, and the guy (or gal) on the white horse! “When I am like an old door some day, some will rest hands on me and say: your wishes grand, your heart so true, your story long inside of you, be on your way my dear sweet friend, open doors, begin again!”

The power of love is found in the circle of family…..my family has always had old doors in it. Makes my older children giggle to see me feeling out some old door!
Enjoy!

OLD DOOR

Old door
Speak to me.
What do you say?
What have you seen?

Your face is worn
Yet I can see
Your story long
Inside of thee.

I touched your heart.
I feel your joy.
When did you love
That baby boy?

Bundled in blue
1922
He touched my frame
So loud and true.

His tiny hands
So soft you see,
Ingrained themselves
Inside of me.

Happy sounds
He had that day,
He made a mark
It’s here to stay.

That baby boy
Grew up so fast
His tiny hands
Are large at last.

I miss his touch
His darling face
He found my door
A sacred place.

My face now worn
So I can see
My story long
Inside of me.

Years of passion
Years of Grace
So many hands
Upon my face.

I wonder if
My days spent here
Are honored
And remembered dear.

My memories strong
And lifetimes deep
Some so sad
I close and weep.

Remember me
So loud and true
My story long
Inside of you.

You touched my heart.
You felt my joy.
You knew I loved
That baby boy.

It’s safe you see
Behind my door,
I’ll keep you warm
Forever more.

Be on your way
My new-found friend
Just open doors,
Begin again.

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Principessa” New Poetry and painting for daughters by Rochelle Carr

Here I sit in Florence, Italy thinking about my daughters. They are beautiful young women and I love and adore them so. We put up with each others bad behaviors and are so close close close…..a feeling of closeness I cannot articulate with words – only with the pureness that my heart speaks. To all the daughters on our planet – this poem of Princess speaks to you. Big accolades to my sales agent Karen Hart at Showplace Art for selling the Principessa painting you see!

PRINCIPESSA

Daughter take my breath away
Your beauty proud and fine
You laugh, you cry, you go to sleep
Your heart of gold my soul does keep
Right beside of mine.

A playful quest throughout the day
With pink and purple ease
The books we read repeat themselves
With such sweet simple “please.”

Dresses, pants, pajamas
And socks for tiny toes
You try on outfits every hour
We’re running out of clothes!

We sit with awe and disbelief
Girl growing bold and strong
She captures every ounce of heart
When breaking out in song.

Savor every moment with video, pics and word
You never know how life will go
They grow so fast and gone you know
With wings so like a bird.

You might grow up to heal or teach
Are you the farmer for a peach?
Math Queens making business grow
Are you the next big CEO?

Brilliance sits so deep within
Often hard for you to find
Yet many chapters later
Jumps up somewhere from behind.

Artists turn to writers
Crafting artful prose
Though some are slow to find their way
That’s just the way it goes.

Love them, kiss them, hug them
Always let them know
“I Love You”
Is always here to stay
Even when they go.

I hope you find a partner
Supportive as you grow
Together you’ll find magic
Trust your heart – it knows.

Remember what I taught you
Bout settling for half-mast
You have the power inside yourself
You’re older now – just ASK.

It’s all right to make mistakes
Finding trouble round the bend
The lesson is provided
Your integrity will win.

My darling Principessa
You might someday lose your way
Go find your grace in quiet space
And life will be okay.

I’ll always walk beside you
Sometimes you will not see
Years from now a spirit close
Your own angel I will be.

Your crown was mine
I give to you
No pomp and circumstance
You’re ready for a bigger life
Let go – this is your chance!

Whatever be your journey
Your grand fine wish or dream
Go live out loud
With all you’ve got
It’s then you will be Queen.

Copyright 2009 by Rochelle Carr. All rights reserved.

“Follow Your Heart Poetry” by Rochelle Carr NOW ON SALE AT AMAZON!

Follow Your Heart Poetry now on sale on AMAZON!
Original poetry works by Rochelle Carr, with creative and engaging poems that combine hearts, family, travel, romance, and a passion for life. The poetry is accompanied by photos of Rochelle’s original fine art paintings. Perfect gift for birthdays, holidays, graduation, and VALENTINE’S DAY! ENJOY!

One dollar of every book sale is split between School Force Belmont and Children’s Cancer Association.

http://www.rochellecarr.com

For the purchase of fine art or poetry works please call Rochelle Carr Studio and Gallery: #650-366-1384 or #503-780-2474.