A bio and message to my supporters

My wife calls me the "MAD ARTIST". I try to be a kind soul and lend an understanding ear to one whom might need a listener. Quiet unless provoked, creating, designing, wood working, faux finishing, playing piano and guitar, standing in a crystal clear mountain stream and drinking coffee on our back deck on mornings as our yard of gardens comes to life. Creating has been my escape from reality for about 35 years now. I hope I have brought happiness and joy to those my art has appeared before. To not to be motivated by money has its ups and downs on an economic level. One as myself does what they must to survive in an economic society; but only to be able to create and know that feeling of, "I have placed something in this world that otherwise would have never existed" motivates me. A small home of gardens and art. Little animals here and there with the ever present furry friends, some call dogs but ours are actually members of my family. It dosn't take much to make me happy. My wife, Sherry and I have enjoyed our little world and since we have met all of you out there, we get to play with our paints, listen to and make music, plant our flowers and gardens, listen to nature as our fountain endlessly trickles in the background, and through the persistance and hard work of my wife, have been selling on line for 10 years at RonByrum.com . What more could I ask the universe for? I say to all of you, "Thank you for making my life as it exists today. Only through your support has it been made possible". I hope you enjoy your visit here and have a wonderful morning or evening, which ever you are enjoying at this moment, Ron

Monday, January 10, 2011

What Really Counts

And as they looked upon me with judgment in thier hearts of selfishness and their ego driven ambitions with no reguard to the feelings of anyone or anything, I felt the piercing daggers from within the windows of their souls attempt to penetrate my sense of well being. They said I was lost and my soul was sentanced to be damed for all eternity to a terrifying punishment by their maker. Their bewildered minds poisoned by tales of being the chosen ones blocks the light which is the truth. Located in the shadows they believe me to be living is the location of their residence.\par
And as I look back knowing my truth, the joy within settles my nerve and peace is all about my person and being. I know, " It is not the things I have said or posessions I have collected. It is not the giant personality which all who encounter love or my diplomatic way of solving conflict. Within myself lives a knowing that the smile I received from a kind word freely given counted. The listening ear for one who needed a listener counted. The courage given by saying, you can do it, counted. The hope given by saying, I have been there.These are the things that count and it is not the words you cast out to others but the simple acts of unselfish love that counts. Reach out and touch someone instead of preaching. I helped an old lady today. That counts, Ron.

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