Becky Jo Minsky Artist

“ I ~ Eye Of The Storm ” by Becky Jo Minsky (aka. Hull) (copyright 1987)  She is the little voice that whispers in my ear . . .“What if. . . . . . you turn right instead of go straight ? ” . . . stop here and take the time to SEE what makes this place so SPECIAL, what makes this person UNIQUE? ” . . . try it this way instead of that ? ” . . . LOOK up here, LOOK down there ? ” . . . WHAT IF YOU MAKE THIS HAPPEN ? “ She counsels me . . . "STOP, LOOK, LISTEN and THINK. RECONSIDER when you need to . . .  Make PEACE with your Pain . . . BE BRAVE when you must, in spite of your Fears . . . “DON’T PANIC . . .  FEAR NO EVIL . . .  HAVE  FAITH  . . .  BE YOURSELF . . . PERSEVERE in spite of all Obstacles . . . RECOGNISE Synchronicity for What It Is. Don't fight it, let it FLOW through you. DARE TO DREAM , DARE TO REACH FOR IT, DARE TO LIVE THE DREAM. She counsels me when to CHOOSE, CHOOSE, CHOOSE NOW. SHE REMINDS ME WHO I AM AND AM NOT....

“Joy and Sorrow” by Becky Jo Minsky (a.k.a. Hull) (copyright 2008) Joy is a bright yellow lovebird , so small it can nestle in the palm of your hand. It’s name is ‘Precious’. Pure of heart, full of Life and Love... it flies after Sorrow whenever it can and sings an enchanting song about the Beauty of the Moment. All too soon, it disappears in a burst of brilliance like a phoenix into the sun. Sorrow lingers and sighs “Woe is me.” She laments “If only...” and weeps inconsolably. Blinded by Grief, she stumbles along in her own private Darkness and wishes for her heart to turn to stone or freeze solid so she can no longer feel the Loss of Joy. Grief marks us. The scars of Loving and Losing - all the scars that can be seen and the ones we carry within our heart, mind and spirit - those are merely proof that we have LIVED. Because the Pain of Loving and then Losing can be so overwhelming, it is natural to fear Losing again and thus to try to avoid Loving again and so tempting to try...