Scribble Scrabble Ruth´s collection

A big thanks to Scribble Scranbble and to Michelle at A Million Memories who sent me these beautiful papers to play with!! You can find them in the AMM store here:

http://www.amillionmemories.com/product.php?id=10857

AMM June Kit Sneak Peeks

See how awesome will be AMM´s June kit!

It´s full of the new Webster`s Pages Cherry Pie line, Jenni Bowlin Front Porch, Cosmo Cricket Early Bird, Creative Imaginations Narrratives Sepia Line and a bunch of other cool stuff!

You can order it here: http://www.amillionmemories.com/monthly_kits.php

Arrivederci, Italia!

Milan is the last city we're visiting in Italy. Now it's time to go back home and work on my deadlines! So, I can't wait to work with my scissors again!

Bebel and the ugly butterfly

Catalyst 63 is up at the Creative Therapy website and you have to tell about one perfect day.

What I had to say: "I chose to portray in this Catalyst a beautiful day where my husband, our daughter and I took a walk through tropical woodland with the purpose of walking and having a picnic on the river shore and waterfalls. At the beginning of the walk, my daughter, who loves butterflies, was such in a bad mood that she got to the point where butterflies were ugly, something that she adores. This was the starting point for me to prepare a “star shaped book” with my watercolors and some of my daughter’s own drawings telling this familiar story". And my story: In a beautiful sunny Sunday morning, daddy decided to invite the little Bebel to a nice walk through Sao Luis do Paraitinga’s river rapids, thinking that the little girl could enjoy a different day beside nature. Bebel, delighted with the proposal, put on an all pink flowered dress and happily followed her parents. When they got there, she got all marveled with the smell of the woods, the noise from the river rapids, the green tones of the tropical woods and, playfully, followed her parents on the walk to the stream. But Bebel was only a 5 year old girl, still with very short legs and the walk path, although all green and pervaded with flowers, was too long and tiring which was causing her a great irritation. Bebel was getting a really bad temper. Her father, wanting to guarantee the success of the program, tried to distract the little girl, telling her: - Look Bebel, what a beautiful flower! However, the girl quickly and roughly replied: - The flower is ugly! The father, then, very creative, decided to call her attention to a beautiful shinny yellow butterfly which was flying by because he knew that butterflies were his daughter’s favorite insects: - Look Bebel, what a beautiful butterfly! The girl, however, quickly and roughly answered: - The butterfly is ugly! Realizing that it wouldn’t be easy to please his daughter with that situation, the wise and thoughtful father decided to continue the path in silence, occasionally holding her, soothing her struggle. Soon, the “trio” got to a glare in the woods which took them to some stones and a beautiful silver river… The little girl couldn’t resist soaking her tiny feet on the cold water and, after a picnic on the river shore, she was happy again and full of joy! The three of them swam on the cold river and laughed out loud of that wonderful touch with nature. When they decided to retake the path home, however, Bebel got surprised when she realized that the flowers through the path were wilt. A little ahead, the girl found the same butterfly which saluted them with its presence on the trip, but, the butterfly wasn’t flying anymore, no, she was sullen and downcast. Bebel, sensitized, asked the butterfly: - Hey butterfly, what happened to you? - Well, you made me so sad when you said I was ugly, that I couldn’t even fly whatsoever! And look the flowers around me, they too are resentful! - Me? But it wasn’t on purpose! I love flowers and I find you so beautiful…I…I wanted to be a butterfly myself! I even told mom that I wanted to be called “Bebel butterfly!” - But why then did you say I was ugly, the flower was ugly, don’t you know the power of the words? From the moment you said I was ugly, I started to consider myself so dull that my wings simply didn’t have the strength to flap and fly! And the flower, poor little thing, lost her colors and life…she was here only to embellish your path! - Oh, butterfly, oh flower, I am so sorry! You are beautiful! Please, flourish! Fly! And pour your enchantment over and through the woods again! - The butterfly and the flower, after some minutes, started understanding the little girl’s words and regaining their strength. They forgave her and ended up becoming the girl’s friends, cheering with their colorful presences through the remaining path and, when saying goodbye to the girl, they remembered: - Bebel, don’t forget to always take great care of your words ‘cause words are magic and have the power of changing someone’s life! Never say something in which you don’t believe of! And the girl, from that day on, understood the power of the words and the importance of being loyal to her thoughts. That sunny Sunday morning got registered in her memory as the happiest day of her life, ‘cause this day took place in a very enjoyable spot, along with her loving parents and, above all, it was the day where she discovered the power of the words and friendship, starting to appreciate, with a lot more intensity, the beauty of every little pitiful piece of her life path!

In Portuguese:

Numa bela manhã ensolarada de domingo, papai resolveu convidar a pequena Bebel para um delicioso passeio às corredeiras de São Luis de Paraitinga, imaginando que a menininha poderia aproveitar um dia diferente junto à natureza. Bebel, encantada com a proposta, colocou uma roupinha toda florida e rosa e acompanhou seus pais, muito contente. Lá chegando, ela ficou maravilhada com o cheiro do mato, o barulho das corredeiras, os tons de verde da mata tropical e, alegremente, acompanhou seus pais na caminhada até o riacho. Mas Bebel era só uma menininha de cinco anos, de perninhas ainda pequeninas e a trilha da mata, embora toda verdinha e permeada de flores, era muito longa e cansativa e foi lhe causando uma grande irritação. E Bebel foi ficando muito mal humorada. O pai, querendo garantir o sucesso da empreitada, tentou distrair a menininha, dizendo-lhe: - Olhe, Bebel, que flor mais bonita! A menina, porém, respondeu: - A flor é feia! O pai, então, muito criativo, resolveu chamar-lhe a atenção para uma linda borboleta amarela e brilhante que ali passeava, pois sabia que as borboletas eram os insetos preferidos da filha: - Olhe, Bebel, que borboleta mais linda! A menina, todavia, respondeu rápida e rispidamente: - A borboleta é feia! Percebendo que não seria fácil agradar à filha naquela situação, o sábio e atencioso pai resolveu seguir silencioso pela trilha, garantindo algum colinho para amainar-lhe os esforços. Logo o trio atingiu um clarão na mata, que os levou a algumas pedras e a um imenso e belíssimo rio prateado... A menina não resistiu a molhar os pezinhos na água gelada e, após um piquenique à beira da corredeira, estava novamente feliz e radiante de alegria! Os três nadaram no rio gelado e riram à beça daquele contato maravilhoso com a natureza. Quando decidiram retomar a trilha para voltar para casa, todavia, qual não foi a surpresa de Bebel ao perceber que as flores do caminho estavam murchas. Mais à frente, a menina encontrou a mesma borboleta que os brindara com sua presença na ida, só que a borboleta não estava voando, não, ela estava tristonha e cabisbaixa. Bebel, sensibilizada, perguntou à borboleta: - Ei, borboleta, o que foi que te aconteceu? - Ora, bolas, você me deixou tão triste ao dizer que eu sou feia, que eu não mais consigo sequer voar! E olhe as flores ao meu redor, elas também estão tão ressentidas! - Eu? Mas eu não tive a intenção! Eu adoro as flores e acho você tão bonita... eu...eu mesma queria ser uma borboleta! Eu até já disse à mamãe que eu queria me chamar “Bebel Butterfly”! - Ué, então por que disse que eu sou feia, por que disse que a flor é feia, você não conhece o poder das palavras? A partir do momento em que você disse que eu sou feia, eu passei a me considerar tão sem graça que minhas asas simplesmente não mais tiveram forças para bater e voar! E a flor, coitada, ela perdeu suas cores e seu viço... ela que estava aqui só para embelezar seu caminho! - Ó, borboleta, ó flor, me desculpem! Vocês são lindas! Por favor, desabrochem, voem e despejem seu encanto por esta floresta novamente! A borboleta e a flor, após alguns minutos, foram compreendendo as palavras da menininha e recuperando suas forças. Desculparam-na e acabaram tornando-se amigas da menina, brindando-a com suas presenças coloridas por todo o resto da trilha e, ao se despedirem da menina, lembraram: - Bebel, não se esqueça de, sempre, tomar muito cuidado com suas palavras, pois as palavras são mágicas e têm o poder de mudar a vida de alguém! Nunca diga algo em que não acredita! E a menina, a partir daquele dia, compreendeu o poder das palavras e a importância de ser fiel a seus pensamentos. Aquele dia ensolarado de domingo ficou registrado em sua memória como o dia mais feliz de sua vida, pois esse dia foi passado num lugar agradável, junto a seus amáveis pais e, acima de tudo, foi o dia em que ela descobriu o poder das palavras e da amizade, passando a apreciar com muito mais ardor a beleza de cada pedacinho ínfimo do caminho de sua vida!