Friday, November 30, 2012

Freakish Friday


Birds, birds, birds…….my first developed gravesite as a young girl was for found dead birds…..I would bury them at the edge of a dirt drift that had been formed from the past winters by a snow plow why did they die…..so many of them. I always felt like I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to be doing or they wouldn’t  be dying……so, I would thank the lifeless bodies for singing to me; and I would bury them all together in the same dirt drift that had been banked the winter before……
A lifetime ago and I still have a deep love and appreciation for birds…. I have a bird. An umbrella cockatoo…..I didn’t have to bury him; although there are moments when I would in a second put him under the dirt! His name is Sony…..cockatoos have a variety of calls….and not all are pleasant…..
 
I actually saved this cockatoo….from a person that was my friend. She had him in a cage so small he was unable to extend the full length of his wings; and she had him shut up in a 10x10 foot room all to himself. He was so unhappy he had begun to pluck his own feathers………I would never have another bird; not that I don’t cherish his presence in my life, because I do. He has been with me now for almost 25 years. He reminds me that life is larger than myself; Sony is very intelligent and I must take care that I do not respond to his negative behavior all the time. What a brat!  I can’t imagine my life without his presence in my life at this moment now……..I could not live with myself, if I discarded him as most would have done….

Two months ago I began to find dead birds in my back patio. I began to bury them giving them the same reverence and prayerful descent as I did in my days as a youth. For there is a bird feeder on the patio that we keep filled; it is an island for all the birds in the neighborhood, and those that are just making their journey to somewhere else……One night in the dark I noticed something shadowing on the outer patio; not moving but I felt it’s presence enough to go in the direction that was shadowed…….it was a small bird just sitting on the patio squares with its head down as though it were asking for forgiveness…….my heart sprung a pain so deep that I weep even now as I share this…….it did not try to get away, nor did it move. I gently picked it up and placed it in a box where it could not be tormented any longer wishing I had the strength to take it out of its misery…..
I now find myself nurturing this lovely animal that originally had amber eyes pictured here, yes, I swear they were amber, thus I named her. So sweet and talkative; reaching gently with her paws, grasping my face……she would lick, lick, lick my face as a mother does when she finds her lost child…….Afterward, I came to the realization that she was the huntress……..she was the creature unable to kill her prey; leaving them to suffer….and now I was nurturing her………..Amberina is what we call her now….I can’t discard her either…….and her eyes are green……
 

 
 





Thursday, November 15, 2012

Beachy Decanter Set

Beachy Decanter Set by skyspirit8
Beachy Decanter Set, a photo by skyspirit8 on Flickr.

Painted Poetry
"Sackett finds freedom of expression in glass art" Gulf Coast Woman Magazine Holiday Edition Featured Artist Nov/Dec 2012
http://www.gulfcoastwomanmagazine.com/
page 24-25

Sunday, November 11, 2012

sackettdoodles

Journey with me through the Universe and share the good story of life on earth.
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Saturday, November 10, 2012

A Beautiful View

Greetings from Beauvoir's Festival of Trees
Beauvoir House, Jefferson Davis' Historic Home & Presidential Library
Biloxi, Mississippi
Community Spirit Kicks off Event


Bertram Hayes-Davis and his lovely wife Carol Hayes-Davis
On the grounds of Beauvoir House, Last Home of Confederate
President Jefferson Davis
 


William Sackett with Natalie & Vincent Creel
City of Biloxi's Public Affairs Mngr.

Messiah Choir & St. James
Elementary School Students
 
 
 

Festival of Trees
Beauvoir House Ambassadors

Connie Rockco
 
 
Bertram Hayes-Davis is the great-great grandson of Jefferson Davis and is the executive director of Beauvoir. Plans are to eventually light up the entire 52 acres at Beauvoir and key locations along US 90 from Bay St. Louis to Pascagoula.
Cover Story in Holiday Issue of Gulf Coast Woman Magazine>
Oh! and browse page 24; you will find a feature on my poetry on glass too :)
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Friday, November 9, 2012

Charged with Electricity

Festival of Trees 1st Annual
"Christmas at Beauvoir"

Last night the festival began with the sounds
of the Gulf Coast Messiah Chorus and
St. James Elementary School Singers Perform.
Over 500+ audience gathered to celebrate
the Holiday Seasons First Annual Christmas
at Beauvoir, the last home of Jefferson Davis.
In following the theme of Festival of Trees
the evening festivities escorted us into surrounding tents
presenting 100 decorated Table Top Christmas Trees
in a silent auction.
These are only a few of the personally decorated and
donated beauties.
The tent was buzzing with a such flurry of bidding ,
I barely had a view of them all.
Our first Lady of Mississippi, Mrs. Deborah Bryant,
at the chime of 7 o'clock, flipped the switch
lighting up 100 majestic Live Oak trees on the grounds
of Jefferson Davis’ last home and the President's Library.
Trees that have not only witnessed history
through the past several hundred years,
but also bare witness to so many natural disasters,
and live so that we may rest under the branches
of their magesty.
The night was charged with electrical activity
in the Spirit of Christmas' past and Christmas's present!
One of the highlights of my evening
was offering to Raven the green apple
that had caught her eye at the end of the evening. 
It certainly was meant for the little one
with the bright eyes and cute little nose.
I quickly grabbed it up from the table and presented it to her
before it disappeared. It had now become a part of the magic
of the night.........!
 



 
 



 
 
 
We invite you to join us as we celebrate in charming style
the old-fashioned festivities of Christmas seasons present
with the magic of Live Oak trees
lighting the scenery seen from miles
down the beaches of the Gulf Coast
& celebrate the Christmas' past in historical style>
the era of 1889.
Drop by again soon, as I will be sharing with you
the personalities behind the creative spirit
of imagination and energy on the foundation
of this magical project.
All Funds go to the Beauvoir Preservation Fund