Quote from Max Lucado’s fabulous book called “Morning and Evening Devotional Journal. Grace for the Moment by Max Lucado.”
I created the image below after having my piano tuned again last night.
This morning, when I was saying my daily prayers, readings and meditations I came across the quote that was just made for the picture that I created last night it is almost as though God directed me to that passage so I can put the two together.
What actions can you do here on earth that will play music on the keyboard of heaven?
Written and compiled by
Paulette Le Pore Motzko.
Photography and Digital Photo Arts by Paulette Le Pore Motzko. PLM Studios.
Copyright October 2017.
All images from Pinterest.
Written and Compiled by Paulette Le Pore Motzko.
If I wrote my entire name, complete with my middle name, confirmation name, maiden name and then married name it would look something like this….
Paulette Ann Therese Le Pore Motzko.
I was confirmed in 2001 after reading prayers of my Nanny’s and seeing a St. Therese chaplet advertised in the church bulletin.
I sent for it and began saying the 24 Glory Be To The Father prayers, (one for each of the 24 years she lived), asking her to carry my intention’s to the Throne of God like a bouquet of sweet roses. Roses started appearing in places where no roses grew and always when I asked for something, or the prayer would be answered.
That’s when I wanted to become confirmed, adding Therese to my name as a testimony to her influence in my life, which was very late for any Catholic. I never cared about what any one else did, but always stayed true to myself and genuine of heart. My Mother was my Sponsor with the Bishop. Those photos are stellar to look back on today.
Even if you’re not Catholic but Christian, Muslim, Jewish or any other faith; there is great merit to be gleaned in St. Therese’s wisdom-filled words.
May 31st, 2017 at 2:48 a.m.
Below is a chaplet of St. Therese.
This article was inspired by one of my recent followers, who went through a very tragic and tumultuous year. Because of this it stopped this once prolific writer from producing anything at all.
Sometimes we can be over critical on ourselves, overanalyzing everything that we do. That quality doesn’t help us when we create anything of value in this world, written or otherwise. Create because you want to create. Whether it be be a mud pie, a sandcastle, a watercolor painting, a photograph, a beautiful song, a recipe, a loaf of bread, or the manuscript for your first book.
Wallpaper Image from Zedge.com.
Writing can be catharsis or it can be euphoria. You can carve every word just as though you were Michelangelo and you were carving marble transforming something hard and solid into something that breathes with life.
That’s the analogy I like best when it comes to writing, and it has served me well since my Honors English days in High School. I took every English class that Garden Grove High had to offer I had phenomenal teachers, better than even in college.
And one thing I did in every writing class is writing is to write in my personal Journal -and just write every day.
In other words, write things that the world never see.
There are things that are only for you, God, and serve a very valid purpose. If you don’t have a journal, go buy a nice one at Barnes & Noble, or simply use Microsoft Office Word on your smartphone computer or tablet.
Through devoting time to writing in a special place that inspires you, which is very important, extraordinary things will emerge. Stories can develop right before your eyes, poems can be written, recipes can be thought of.
With everything you write anywhere, especially on a Blog that seen all over the world – you’re gaining experience, exposure, notoriety, readership and it’s just enjoyable. The enjoyable part is the most important one of all.
Once you start carving out time for writing, you’ll start carving words that are memorable and lasting and worth remembering.
If you are a writer, check out my other blog called A Writer’s Joy. A Writer’s Joy
Any kind of art, written or otherwise, is an extension of your soul. Art I’d an extension of your inner most being. Writing is one of those timeless arts, that if used in the right way, can outlive you do great things long after you leave this earth, creating a legacy.
Write because you feel what you’re doing is beautiful and has merit, or serves a valid purpose, or can simply give joy, enlightenment someone, educate or you’d simply like to share it with the world. That’s exactly what you can do on a blog.
I’m going to be adding to this book list over the next week. I’m going to start with these two, which in themselves are phenomenal starting points, even if no other books were added to the list.
I hope my words of encouragement and blessings on all of your present and future creations extraordinary Beyond Your Wildest Dreams! To all of the artists, writers, photographers, musicians, and chefs create what’s never been created before. Enjoy the process. Learn everything you can about your craft. Read books, and associate with people who are doing what you want to do and let them enter you in every way they possibly can. Listen to advice and listen to helpful criticism but don’t let others dim the light that shines inside you that’s waiting to burst like a beacon to the world.
Image created by Paulette Motzko, Copyright October 2016.
Written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Copyright, January 2017.
- The Writer’s idea book by Jack Heffron. How to develop great ideas for fiction, nonfiction, poetry and screenplays. Includes more than 800 prompts. I have the 10th anniversary edition. Copyright 2011.
- The Writers Devotional: 365 Inspirational Exercises, Ideas, Tips and Motivations on Writing. by Amy Peters.
Les Brown says : “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you will land among the stars”
All wallpaper images hand selected with love by Paulette L Motzko
Compiled by Paulette L Motzko
October 25th, 2016
I was a caregiver for my sweet mother Ramona Lea Le Pore who on the last decade of her life was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.
My sister in law contacted me to yell me mom has a tumor on her kidney and is now dying.
I knew the time would come when mom would leave this earth and touch the face of God, being reunited with dad in heaven, but I wasn’t prepared for so sudden of tragic news.
In my old kitchen drinking tea with mom after making dinner
As long as I am alive, mom’s name will be in the prefaces of the books I will write, and so many creative things my mother helped show me how to do by believing in me: piano playing, cooking, poetry, lyric writing and singing.
She was my cheerleader, my best friend, my confidant and encouraged my creativity. I miss hearing her voice and laughter.
She was the most appreciative person I ever knew or will know.
That’s why it was a joy to do anything for her like cook her favorite meal.
Mom and I in the 16 x 20 photo to the right on my desk last Christmas 2015.
Little would I know that the photo I created to immortalize a stellar moment in time would be the only vestige of my mother to keep me going. With no ability to make phone calls or talk to her the photo was and is all I have.
Mom and dad when dad was in The Air Force
I had been thinking of mom all week and just feeling something strange like an inner voice telling me mom might not have much longer to live. This morning I looked up at the 16 x 20 mural I had made of mom and I happy in Huntington Beach, CA and am happy I immortalized the moment.
Mom sitting across from me happy on a beautiful southern California day at Ruby’s Diner.
Mom from the time I was 4 years old read to me and taught me phonetics, opening my eyes to wider worlds. She was a visionary before that word was popular.
Mom taught me to see the beauty in the simple pleasures of life….in flowers, nature and taught me to cherish people and take care of the things you own-and in that order of priority.
Mom loved being useful and when she cared about you, she would go to the ends of the earth to make you happy. If you complimented something she might give it to you!
The photo I took from the wall that was cut from a 16 x 20 that survived a fire. Much like my mother, the photo was resilient and a survivor.
This photo that’s on my upright grand piano and a crucifix that belonged to Nanny my grandmother are all I took when I was told “take what you want from mom’s stuff.”
Mom was alive but with Alzheimer’s disease and if she didn’t put it in my hand I wasn’t going to take it. I wanted to be remembered for what I gave her instead of what I took from her.
Hearing the birds singing their morning song at 4:46 a.m. I am going to wrap this up by saying hug those around you who you care about. Live life so you have no regrets and give more than you take. I sincerely tried to do just that with my mother but I will miss her terribly. Her smile was like the sun to me.
Please pray for my mother and family and I. Thank you.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Photography Paulette Motzko
July 4th, 2016
Julianna Snow’s Light will never ever grow dim. I am saddened that the world will not be graced by her presence any longer. For never having met her, she touched my heart and soul in a way nobody has.”
– Paulette L Motzko
June 21st, 2016 at 8:37 p.m.
Love, not pity, was 5-year-old Julianna’s lesson
Paulette Motzko author/blogger at The Red Rock Resort recently
In my humble abode with books and teapots in view.
God bless your wonderful, sweet courageous soul Julianna Yuri Snow.
You touched my heart and I never got to meet you.
Your story touched me and because I am a caring lady, tears are streaming down my cheeks, which us not what you wanted, but I love tea parties too and only wished you could have experienced many MORE of them!
My most sincere condolences to the extraordinary Snow Family. You are as courageous as your sweet daughter, just in a different, supportive way.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
June 21st, 2016 at 8:20 p.m.
Updated on June 22nd, 2016 at 9:22 a.m.
I learn many things new through the course of my day everyday. I have always had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, even since I was a small child at 4 years old, learning to read, and then learning phonetics. I learned the meanings of the prefixes and suffixes when I was 6 years old.
I learned the value of a book and the extraordinary concepts within each cover, and libraries became one of my favorite places, and still are.
Hot off the press I just created this image to go with this story from a photo I took in Vista, CA about three years ago now.
Photography & Digital Arts by Paulette Motzko
There was never a dumb question around our house and every night around the kitchen table, before we would eat dinner we would bless the food, thank God for everything we had, and look at each other and thank God we had each other. How I wish it was that way today. But people change and so you change with it.
My dad would ask everyone what we learned that day. He would go one by one, and ask each one of us who’s the most extraordinary thing we learned that day. If we didn’t learn anything he would say “go pick up a book” or “how are you doing in school” and things like that.
Every night at dinner time we would sit around our table and we would share what we had learned that day.
Yes, how I wish life was like a projector that you could go back in time and make my siblings remember when they had a heart and soul, but that’s not how life works. Change is the only thing we can count on and those who adapt the best do the best.
Yes, we sat around with a painted picnic table that was painted by my mother and communicated with each other, laughed, my brothers told jokes, and we were there in the moment.
Our family couldn’t afford a kitchen table like the kind they sold in a furniture store, but being the industrious people that the Le Pores are, my dad bought a picnic table that my mother painted white.
As always mom had this way of creating something out of nothing, and when she was done, the table was painted and varnished and had a really pretty flower arrangement on the top of it.
She then bought some yellow gingham sheets that she found on sale, and transformed them into beautiful drapes for our huge kitchen windows.
25 years later, after my parents sold that first house they bought for a mere $20,000 and sold it for $100,000 years later, those drapes are still there. People did not want to take them down and loved them and bragged about how beautiful they were. It was my secret, that they’ll never know they were made out of sheets.
These remain to this day some of the most Stellar memories I have of my childhood.
My Nanny always told us a family who prays together stays together. It’s something she swore by. It was imprinted on the Rosary she prayed on everyday that glowed in the dark. Her words to this day have lit some of my darkest days much like her rosary beads glowed up in the dark as she prayed Hail Marys.
We prayed together then and stood by each other. It’s just too bad, my older siblings sold their integrity getting the profits of my parent’s huge duplex, after my dad’s death. My brother in law was like Hitler as power of attorney and and my siblings fell for his half cocked, uncompassionate and unfair treatment of both myself and my mother with Alzheimer’s disease. I was the only one who looked out for her it seemed and spoke for her with a voice she no longer possessed.
We could see each other, side by side, and when my dad made money selling major appliances and the table went outside…we sat farther apart. Then the house began to be filled with state of the art TV’s and a huge stereo. The television was on more and we talked less.
I saw this big solid maple, fancy kitchen table being delivered with big clunky, heavy chairs I couldn’t lift, and we sat apart from each other. I liked the picnic table better.
Necessity creates innovation and ingenuity. Some of the kindest people I’ve ever met in my life are some of the poorest. They know how to do it, that they know how to be industrious, and they know as I’ve learned, to do without and make do with what they had.
They have more compassion for others in the same situation.
Back to reading and knowledge..
Mom read it to me everyday, and my sister bought me Golden Books that I read, each one of them looking at the pictures and being immersed in the stories, sounding out the words.
If I didn’t know what the words were, we all played a game where I would figure out what the word meant by taking the prefixes and saying what it meant. Most of time I would get it right with a little fine-tuning. That would add to my vocabulary everyday.
When I knew how easy it was and the extraordinary potential that a person would possess if they could read, assimilate and have the command of the English language, the world was my Pearl.
Like Helen Keller having Anne Sullivan spelling out the word
w-a-t-e-r in her hand in sign language, she knew everything had a meaning.
Mom was my Anne Sullivan, especially as an unpopular kid recently diagnosed at 9 with epilepsy. There was no such word as bullying in school; kids just did it and nobody cared or did anything. Apathy to the max in the school systems.
9 WAS A PIVOTAL AGE FOR ME. LIFE DEALT ME ONE CURSE EPILEPSY BUT IT ALSO BROUGHT A PIANO IN THE HOUSE AND MUSIC, THEN MY LOVE OF COOKING EMERGED AND WRITING WAS SOON TO FOLLOW. IF GOD WAS A CARD DEALER THE DECK WAS STACKED IN MY FAVOR AT A VERY YOUNG AGE.
I just took until I’m almost 55 just see it that way.
Paulette Anne Le Pore at 9 playing a song I composed called “My Melody” after mom showed me 4 chords and Nanny explained how the pedals worked……
In 3rd grade at Show and Tell I Showed and demonstrated to my class what the piano did by playing all the songs I wrote. Bringing in bullfrog were boring to me!
Every thing ever built or ever created has a name. The more we understand what those things are the more we can understand our place in the world. Also, the more languages that we speak the more than we can understand others and their cultures and find a common denominator within the two.
As in most days I don’t quite ever know what I’m writing but I never worry about it; I just write.
People who put on the editors cap and are over critical too early in the creative process or worry about what other people think of what they do– never do anything because the creative process is squelched.
Create because you think it has merit, or you think it’s beautiful. It doesn’t matter that the world doesn’t think it’s beautiful or does think its extraordinary. Create it because you feel your artwork is in the very essence of your soul waiting to escape like a butterfly in a meadow and you want to share the reverie with others…and the people in the world are the flowers in the field.
you know it is that’s why are you think I can help somebody or you feel it’s good. And once you create something you throw it out in the universe and you hope it touches the lives of people and inspires them or shows them a new way. When it does then it’s extraordinary because then it’s a triple win. It’s the people whose viewpoint on what you do make what you write and every word you hand chisel come alive.
When I was a small child I held a book in my hand with a feeling as though I had the whole world in the palm of my hand. I also knew there was so much more available to me and I was just touching a small microcosmic particle of the knowledge available in the World.
Now have a century later, with me at 54 years young, I hold my Galaxy Note 4 phablet with over 100 apps on it, ebooks, over 5,000 high definition photos, and programs I used to have on a clunky big computer that I recently sold. I installed Microsoft Office and MS Word, allowing me to create documents with vocal recognition software for the first time in my life.
You’re talking about a person who types eighty words a minute but can now type with this new technology. My phablet types for me and I edit. History breaking stuff. Pretty cool, huh?
Thanks to engineers, and IT specialist and computer scientists who created the internet systems with satellites in the sky like my ex-husband the rocket scientist help put up with Boeing, we can do things that we never ever thought possible.
I’m old enough and I’ve seen both sides and it is all pretty extraordinary.
I have had this Google Talk app on my phone for better part of a year and I didn’t know that it was a translating device that I could talk to people in their native language in any part of the world for free.
Now that’s a huge piece of info because I have over 800 friends on Facebook and many of them were in Italy, Thailand and the Philippines and Africa. I can learn their language by using it and that’s what’s so extraordinary about it. It comes in handy for business as well.
I can learn figures of speech in in their language, adding color to my writing. This matters to me. I have some baker friends who are artisan bakers in France and I would love to know and understand more of the French language and the pronunciation of how the words sound. Google Talk helps with that.
I hope that this article made you look at the world little differently. If it did, that makes me really happy and that is the coolest thing in the world.
When you change someone’s mind or you Enlighten them to a new fact that they didn’t know,
You’re in essence opening a magic door to new horizons that were unexplored before. I hope you can use some of this in your life, that you find new ways of thinking brings subtle changes in your life.
Written by Paulette Motzko
All images photographed and created by Paulette Motzko, PLM Studios, Las Vegas, NV
April 26th, 2016 at 8:26 a.m.
This is on the inside cover of a book that I carry around with me every day and say certain portions of it that I’ve marked with a Post-It notes called “Handle with Prayer” by Alan Cohen.
I found my copy for a dollar fifty at a book sale in a Friends of The Library sale in southern California, with coffee stains all over the cover and scribbles on the inside, but I didn’t care. I could see the merit of the wonderful book without even reading it. One’s trash is another treasure.
The cover was beat up and damaged so I covered it with cat stickers because if I ever had a pet again it would be a cat. The stickers give me joy, make the cover look a little better and strike up conversations from passers by who see me reading it.
It’s published by Hay House Publishers.
I recommend it to anybody.
It’s a fantastic book then we’ll have you thinking in more positive ways and transforming your ideas about prayer, God, what you can do and accomplish and a host of other things.
Alan Cohen has written I believe over 20 books.
The ISBN number on this book handle with prayer is:
ISBN 1 – 56170 – 467 – 9 hardcover
This book is classified as prayer and self-realization and religious aspects.
Written by Paulette L Motzko
Photos by Paulette L Motzko
Copyright March 2016
Driving Life’s High Way by Brother Carl Frye
Copyright March 2013
Here is a wonderful post written by my dear friend Brother Carl Frye in Coushatta, LA. I read it on Facebook and immediately thought how wonderful it would be to share it with all my nearly 900 readers on this site.
Brother Carl Frye is a pretty extraordinary guy. We went to high school together many years ago at Garden Grove High and after I married we lost touch with one another. He located me on Facebook because I kept my full name on it, and we have been in touch ever since. I am working on editing his book manuscript, and will let you know when it is finished.
As we journey down life’s highway we travel among much traffic.we have objects that are bigger than us that need room to pass so we stay in the slow lane.As we travel along the way we see the line that divides the road,and one each side white lines which divide the median from the road and the shoulder of the road,and straight ahead traffic ahead of us.If the traffic ahead of us slows down we must slow down,We must keep up with the traffic ahead of us so the ones behind us will travel safely also.When we walk with God we travel with him.We see the line he puts in our road dividing it so we won’t go astray.He puts lines on the side of us to keep us from going off the side of the road,or the median,and we travel always looking straight ahead because we are all going the same direction,the same place,and stopping at the same destination.God’s House.As we travel always obey the signs that God put there to see,obey all his laws,give the right of way to more mature Christians,and always travel the same speed together until God has told you to turn off at an exit that leads you to your ministry,your calling,or your destination of his choice.God’s highway is sometimes very busy,and there is much traffic on it,but if people will work together,and allow others the right of way then we can all reach our destinations together.
Have a blessed day.!