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Today is June 7, 2015, so much has happened in the years since my last update here. On February 28,2014 I suffered a Heart Attack. Probably one of scariest events of my life but deeply grateful that the Lord has spared me. So because of Him I am here today and able to give Him praise. We are enjoying the warm months of summer here in Georgia as we watch the spring like weather fade. I hope all are enjoying the blessings of our great God!

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"For I know my thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will harken unto you. And ye shall seek me and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-13

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Lawrenceville, Georgia, United States
Barbara Carlan is a self taught artist living in the southeast. She was born in Washington D.C., was primarily raised in the panhandle of Florida and traveled all over southeastern United States and parts of Washington state as a child of the military. Barbara from an early age showed a passionate interest in art. She began painting and writing poetry in the late 1980's. Now that her life is free from the responsibilities of parenting and the necessary demands of having a growing family, she's able to pursue her true passions, painting, writing, photography and sewing. Barbara has discovered through art that life with it's complexities can find a sweet fragrance of release through the creative process.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

"The Dreamer"

A wingless flight through the imagination
escorts the dreamer to heavenly stations
Where the rainbow sunset embraces the skies
and the eagles soar in air currents of flight
In the magical wonders of his mysterious dreams
he phantoms of places that he only see's
Where illusional paradise kissed by the dew
leads the dreamer to quell, every fear he knew
The quiet reflections in his delusional crate
transports him to vista's, where stillness awaits
In visions of grandure, he imagines new world's
where there he's the mistral of regions untold
Those dreamlike excursions, to his whimsical places
grants the dreamer a respite, from realities traces
In his mental libations of intoxicant dreams
the cretin is rescued from life with it's schemes
Then he's suddenly jolted, from his mystical place
by sounds of one screaming, there's deadlines to make
He awakens to realize, he was just having a dream
and the boss isn't pleased by his escaping the scene!

Written by: Barbara A. Carlan 6/19/2009

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