Browsing Archive: February, 2012

Rip Van Marcia

Posted by Marcia Carole on Wednesday, February 29, 2012,

"We Are Not A Tourist Destination," Acrylic in process for the upcoming missions conference, Marcia Carole

Yesterday afternoon, and into this morning, I slept roughly 17 hours. Feeling slightly like ole Rip Van Winkle, I thought something might be amiss. Maybe, the cancer is completely taking over filling every inch of my body, or the cancer/good cells/medication battle is so intense that God said I needed to sleep through it. I kind of leaned toward something must be wrong, since I had just r...

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Offer To Serve

Posted by Marcia Carole on Sunday, February 26, 2012,

Here, I have laid out cards, fabrics, supplies for the seven C.O.M.F.O.R.T. cards.

I'm thinking about the second card in the COMFORT card series, and I am mulling over what "Offer To Serve" might look like visually. I have certainly seen it in action by watching the service of my family and friends over the last three months. How do I paint, collage the essence of all they have done in their offering of service? These cards take time to process, and, well, I've been moving more slowly these da...

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Consistency

Posted by Marcia Carole on Friday, February 24, 2012,

Consistent Prayer, Mixed Media, Marcia Carole - see previous blog for details.

I have had a perfectly good day today, but once the night falls and settles in, my spirits deflate a bit. I fight back tears thinking I am so blessed, but I'm still stuck with cancer. You know, it's one of those moments when you have a pity party but try really hard not to. Cancer has a tendency to stick around, mucking things up. There is no going around cancer. No avoiding it or bypassing it or handing it off to s...
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Comfort Cards

Posted by Marcia Carole on Thursday, February 23, 2012,

Consistent Prayer, in process collage, Marcia Carole

Sunday, as we wrapped up a study in the book of Job, a book in the Old Testament, my pastor ended with the verse, below, about comfort. It really struck me, as he was speaking, that comfort is from God and is to be shared with others. I sensed it was almost three-dimensional, something that could be handed to someone else, but from God. We can be the vessels bringing it to others. So, what would comfort, Godly comfort, look like in real time...

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Wyoming Prayer Warrior

Posted by Marcia Carole on Sunday, February 19, 2012,

Jesus, Loving, Living Water, Mixed Media, Marcia Carole

(Posted Sunday) Today, Saturday, was a hard day. I crawled out of bed only because Vickie rang my doorbell. I knew I could answer the door, wearing my Hello Kitty bathrobe, if it was Vickie. There she was, all cheerily interrupting my new "resting" career. Vickie brings sunshine into any room, so I let her into my rain-drenched home. Before I know it, I am agreeing to a walk....outside in the rain. I guess I think she'll be sunshine for t...

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Restoring

Posted by Marcia Carole on Saturday, February 18, 2012,

Rest in Venice, Original Watercolor, Marcia Carole

It is a very rainy day today in Seattle. Briefly, the rain, coming down hard, sounds like wind rushing through my backyard. Then the storm passes, and there only remains the gentle dripping sound of stray droplets off trees and roofs. The gray remains, but the violence of the heavy downpour has passed. My backyard is at rest.


I've been looking at the concept of "rest" because, well, I do a lot of it these days. When in doubt, I lie down for a n...

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In the Arms of Jesus

Posted by Marcia Carole on Monday, February 13, 2012,

Jesus' Arms, Oil Painting, Marcia Carole

Today, sitting patiently for the results of my CAT scan, I knew, in a kind of knowing way one seems to have in these hard places, that the news would not be stellar. My doctor went over the scan of November and then of last week. Yes, the lungs are better, maybe, and the tumor in the breast is slightly smaller, but, essentially the same size. He suggested the chemo would/might have no more significant effect on the tumor. It is time to try the pill he w...

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Un Cappuccino, Per Favore

Posted by Marcia Carole on Thursday, February 9, 2012,

Pencil Sketch, Coffee Conversation, by Marcia Carole

I've spent several weeks in Italy for a number of summers during the past few years. I've done it on a Rick Steves, shoestring budget. My days in Italy are some of the happiest of my life. There, life slows to a comfortable pace, the food is great, the conversation is lively and fun, and I get to make art on the streets each day. I stay in the same little, old world, old school B&B. I have become friends with the kind owners of La Magnolia o...

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Spring Hummingbird

Posted by Marcia Carole on Wednesday, February 8, 2012,

My Hummingbird, Original Watercolor by Marcia Carole

We've had glorious sunshine in Seattle during the past few days; spring just may be early this year! The golden rays have certainly comforted and cheered my soul and encouraged my heart. Everything is better, even cancer, while I'm sitting on my deck in warm sunlight.

With the arrival of an early spring, I've set up a hummingbird feeder - Alice actually did the grunt work of hanging it and filling it with a special organic sugar water. I don'...

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Restless Heart

Posted by Marcia Carole on Sunday, February 5, 2012,

Original Acrylic, Jesus' Lavishing Love, by Marcia Carole - Donated to the Head of Baptist Youth Camp, Hungary

After my latest chemo treatment this past Monday, I began nearly five nights of deep pain and irregular, rapid heartbeat. By Friday morning, I landed in the local emergency room, due to the rapid heart rate and total exhaustion. I felt hopeless and overwhelmed with fatigue. My heart was restless, and so were my emotions. 


After a couple of tests and an IV bag of saline, my heart rate s...

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About Me


Marcia Carole It is my pleasure to help many to process their stories by using a variety of art forms. The art reaches non-verbal parts of the brain, where trauma is stored. Healing may take place through the art-making. By sharing our stories, we become known. Instead of running from our stories, we embrace them and see how God can redeem them and use them.
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