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Compiled by Paulette Motzko on March 23rd 2017 at 4:44 a.m.
I Am A Little Leaf – http://wp.me/p7cNla-kG
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Compiled by Paulette Motzko on March 23rd 2017 at 4:44 a.m.
Lightness…#MondayBlogs – http://wp.me/p1kUsy-AT
Our feet grow heavy with grief
and so we begin to dance
Our minds cloud with fear
until we transform
a whisper of hope against impossible odds
Moving with instinct
flowing like water
we create our shape
and chart a map
Our hearts rise
bright against mourning
lifting us once more
The veil thins
when we choose
Caroline A. Slee
Digital Oil Painting photographed and created by Paulette Motzko, Copyright 2017, PLM Studios,
Las Vegas, NV.
Thanks to Carolyn slee sending me a word document of her work, I was able to copy and paste it onto my post comma so you could immediately see how wonderful and transforming her words are. Anyone can enjoy something that is good, it is a real art to transform the negative into the positive.
Text written by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Updated March 14th 2017 at 1:30 p.m.
Good morning . . .When the sunlight hit the trees – http://wp.me/p2Qc5y-7kc
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Compiled by Paulette Motzko.
February 20th 2017 at 12:50 p.m.
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.
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January 20th 2017 at 3:14 p.m.
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
Surround yourself with beautiful things, intelligent people with Integrity who have beautiful souls, an appreciation of art, music, classic literature, the culinary arts , interesting people, exploring new and unique places….
…. and you’ll never be bored as long as you live.
You’ll stay young forever because you’re always regenerating and charging your battery, empowering your soul….along with your smartphone!
Make sure you take time out to unplug yourself from your technical devices and take off those ear buds and really listen to the chirping birds singing outside your window and hear your nice neighbor talking to you saying hello.
Along with the music you listen to on earphones you’re also tuning out all kinds of beautiful ambient sounds of living…including people. Always remember that.
There is a time for all things, and music is wonderful but allow yourself the quality time to hold a conversation with interesting people too. That way you won’t become a robot with no interpersonal communication skills.
Remember, that before computers there were people!
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
June 1st, 2016
Updated on June 12th, 2016 10:43 a.m.
Written by Paulette L Motzko
Copyright June 2016
Photography and Digital Arts by Paulette L Motzko,
Copyright June 2016
June 1st, 2016
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.
Yes, may be silver in my dark hair but yes, I still kept my childhood dreams….and many I made cone true.
From my great friend and huge fan of Totally Inspired Mind Esther Ling.
Love has no race and no gender…
And no religion….
* Haiku – Quietude – http://wp.me/p65un0-B1
My church lies in the sea and I am part of each wave that sings it’s Sea Song.
My church lies in the sea and the sea gulls are the choir.
The stained glass windows consist of multi-colored skies and the billowing clouds are the angels looking peacefully downward on me…
Seeming to Guide Me….
All is well by the sea and as I walk tensions disappear, if by magic. My load is lightened and my back and neck and forehead feel no worry and my heartaches are cast into the great depths.
God bless the sea and let’s protect it and the sea creatures that dwell within it innocently.
Much as a church we must respect it, cherish it as a woman is to a man.
God bless the sea and God bless ME.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Copyright June 2013
A touching poem by A Voiceless Messenger for you to enjoy. The creator of this site doesn’t realize that in each thing written there is a true voice that rings even though it isn’t audible.
Paulette Le Pore Motzko
Totally Inspired Mind
A beautiful poem from Pam Holzknecht……
Young Sea & Big Expanse of Blue
Photographic Word Montage by Paulette Le Pore Motzko and Carl Sandburg
The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough mother speaking.
The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing, reckless.
They love the sea,
Men who ride it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it
Let only the young come,
Says the sea.
Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.
Believe in All That You Are-Poem by Leslie Neilson
Text and captions and photographs and
photo selection by Paulette Le Pore Motzko
As the dawn of each morning…
peers into your life,
there lies a path to follow.
Delicate whispers can be heard
if you listen to the sound of your heart
and the voice that speaks within you.
If you listen closely to your soul,
you will become aware of your dreams
that are yet to unfold.
You will discover that there lies within you
a voice of confidence and strength
that will prompt you to seek a journey
and live a dream.
Within the depths of your mind,
the purpose and direction of your life
can be determined by listening intently
to the knowledge that you already possess.
Your heart, mind, and soul
are the foundation
of your success and happiness.
In the still of each passing moment,
may you come to understand that
you are capable of reaching a higher destiny.
When you come to believe in all that you are
and all that you can become,
there will be no cause for doubt.
Believe in your heart, for it offers hope.
Believe in your mind for it offers direction.
Believe in your soul, for it offers strength.
But above all else…believe in yourself.
Things Paulette Motzko Loves….
Written New Years Eve 2012
Fresh baked bread nestled in a basket with its aroma luring you to taste.
Carnivals, cotton candy, and children smiling and adults feeling as if they were young.
Any pier with salt scented air, and wind swept hair blowing looking out at the big expanse of blue.
Stationery and hand written letters written with calligraphy pens to written to someone special.
Country stores and wooden bins filled with colorful candies, friendly salespeople eager to sell.
A pot of tea steeping while my guests await the soothing flavor the conversation and company is better than the tea.
45 records and memories of the days when I put one on the big stereo and played the song back.
My mother with her sweet smile and emerald green eyes. She is the reason I turned out the way I did. Without her I wouldn’t value what I do.
Recipes and dishes from long ago, recreated meticulously by their creators, bits of history and culture you can taste.
Synphoniums and music boxes that play angelic melodies and make my soul smile.
Player pianos and ragtime music that plays an elite syncopation in quadruple meter.
Books with pages and a cover, each one holding its own world inside with characters, players, poets and biographies. Computers will never take them over because they never need electricity, you can take them anywhere, and anyone can afford at least one.
To be continued….