by Gracie Lynne | Mar 9, 2014 | MARK 5 WOMAN
We walked in silence while we were skipping through the rocky path that littered the area close to the mountain. As soon as the possibility of falling had evaporated the conversation began. “So when did you start painting?” “Well, I just recently...
by Gracie Lynne | Mar 7, 2014 | MARK 5 WOMAN
So he had a business proposition for me? Was he crazy? I was no business woman, I was an artist and a dreamer. What did he know about dreaming, what did I know about business? All I knew at that time was that my heart was racing as I melted into his arms. His grip was...
by Gracie Lynne | Mar 3, 2014 | MARK 5 WOMAN
It had been a long time since my eyes had caught the brilliance of a wall creeper. I was a young girl when my Papa took me on a rock hunting mission. Papa was always busy making something. On this day he wanted to make a rock wall for the neighbors. I loved doing...
by Gracie Lynne | Feb 28, 2014 | MARK 5 WOMAN
I talk to God every night. He never talks back. Sometimes I think He is listening but sometimes I wonder if His ears are full of wax. I have discussed this issue with my Papa. Papa says that I am wrong to think that God should speak to me. He says that God only speaks...
by Gracie Lynne | Feb 27, 2014 | MARK 5 WOMAN
I have to start painting something other than him. If only as a ruse to use as a decoy for my obsession of him, I must capture other objects. I began to walk through my village with a different view. I now view everything through a lens of beauty. Even the black,...
by Gracie Lynne | Feb 26, 2014 | MARK 5 WOMAN
Mama asked him over for the evening meal. I begged her not to. She is not good about listening to me. She said that it was something that Jewish mothers do – that not listening stuff. She made a meal that was her best. Papa even mentioned how tasty it was and...