The Candle

Candle
By Janeal Mulaney


In the dark

You cannot see

Put flame to me

And let me breathe



It’s been too long

For you to have no sight

Alone and afraid no light shines bright

With my thin flame I will make you see



Your life is empty and just a shell

Within your heart no love will dwell

You pain is over and your tears are dry

Do not let him kill what is the best inside



In the dark you cannot see

Put flame to me and let me breathe

For in your heart love should dwell

Forget the fear and who caused it dear



Alone and afraid is no way to be

When you true love is waiting for thee

With my flame I’ll help you see

With an open heart love will set you free

Let Me Be Your Hero

I’ll be the one you can run to

When your life has turned upside down

I’ll have a shoulder you can cry on

When your tears fall like rain

I’ll wrap my arms around you and keep you safe from harm

If you’ll let me be your hero, I’ll be where you belong

When your day turns as black as night I will be your day and sun

If you let me be your hero, I will turn your life around



Open up your heart to me, and ask me to come in

I will be your hero on that you can depend

Let me be your hero when your hair fades to gray

For I will be with you always just waiting for what you say



Call me and I will come to you

Cry and I will comfort you

Ask and I will answer you

For I am always here for you

Let me be your hero

Frozen Limb

One is the real painting the other is the painting reinhanced  by adobe photoshop. Both pictures were done by Janeal Mulaney.

Without You

The night is long without you

The day is an endless mass of tears

I can’t believe you are no more

Or I have to live the rest of my life alone



People say I’ll find someone new

Time will heal all the pain I’m going thorough

How I wish I could believe what they say

Maybe I would if I could get over you someday



To me right now I can’t see the end

Of this horrible hurt that tears at my heart

Of a loved one gone to quickly in life

How can I go on when my heart is now only part?

Don't I know you

As I looked in the mirror one morning I saw this woman staring back me


She reminded me of someone, someone I should know, but something was off

There were wrinkles where none use to be, the light in her eyes wasn’t as bright

Still there was something so familiar about the woman who use to be a girl

Now I'm reminded of my own parents, with bits and pieces of me left over

Don’t I know you? The girl you use to be, sometimes wild, and sometimes free

With a sparkle in your eyes of the laughter, and high of all life had to promise

A smile that use to out shine the sun, in wrinkle free skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom

I remember you, before marriage, and motherhood tamed your wild spirit

I remember you, the woman you became, now not so wild and free, but in it's place is majority

Don’t I know you? Some dreams have come true, while others have gone flat as a tire

But through all those years and the wrinkles that have set in, I still see the girl I use to be

In the wonderful woman who has had her ups and downs, there is still the girl who laughs and is wild

With a spirit that soars through the night wishing upon a star to be free

Yes I know you, the girl I use to be, as well as the wonderful woman I have become

I know me

Silhouettes Images of You

Silhouettes Images of You

By Janeal Mulaney

You came into my life when I was feeling lost,

You opened up my mind and heart telling me there’s more.



When I would talk, you would listen,

When I would smile, you would laugh.

When I would cry, you would hold me tight,

When I would doubt, you would tell me more.



Now there is a silhouette, a face I have yet to see.

An image in my mind of a special person, I have yet to meet.



You talk about the wind, clouds, and even rain,

You talk of stars falling in my eyes, and make a poem from my name.

You tell me how I’m to be treated, as you heal each and every scar,

My silhouette shines down on you, as my soul soars above the sky.



The image of your silhouette haunts me through my nightly dreams,

Are you a gentleman or a wild wolfish beast?

Or could you really be something in between?



I know it does not matter for the silhouette I want to meet

Be you part wolf, the other part my gentleman.

For in my dreams your silhouette surrounds me like a cloak.



Separating us from others who may never understand.

How I could care about a silhouette image of my wild wolfish gentleman.ã

Is There Any Truths to The Story about The Headless Horseman Story

The Headless Horseman Myth

By Janeal Mulaney


The best-known myth came from the imagination of Washington Irving through a short story called ‘The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow’. Although it has shown up in many different states for various reasons they all seem to stem from the one short story.

The first time I heard the legend of the headless horseman it was in Colorado, it was indeed different then the headless horse I later read about in the school library. In my hometown it didn’t have a covered bridge in the story, this might have been because we had no covered bridge, but we did have an old rickety bridge that crossed over a canal and that was our bridge in the story. Our story also left out any reference to a man named Ichabod Crane. In fact it left out all the caricatures except for the headless horseman.

I’m not sure what started this fable or ghost story, maybe an adult started the story to keep children away from the old bridge which in fact had started to rot away and was no longer safe. I just know as a child, we were told the headless horseman stayed on the bridge to collect children’s heads, and he would take off the head of anyone who tried to pass over the old bridge and throw the bodies into the canal so no one could find them.

Reading over the Internet I’ve found even more stories about the headless horseman and why he was created for different purposes. In Texas it was due to cattle rustling, and he was called El Muerto, or the Dead One. It is claimed that anyone who saw him ran screeching like banshees into the night.

In Ireland and Scotland among other countries there are also legends about a headless horseman.

It is very easy to imagine these fables have some kind of fact behind them, with all the wars that have come and gone throughout the years of our Nation’s history as well as wars throughout the world. Many myths are made up of some kind of truth, maybe there was a Hessian soldier that was in the British army, and maybe he was beheaded. A lot of people were back then, some are still beheaded today. We do know that there was a man named Ichabod Crane, and there have been millions of schoolteachers throughout our history. So it’s not too far of a stretch to believe the short story was made up with more truths than fiction.

What ever is fact and what ever part is fiction it has became a wonderful classic for children as well adults.

Stranger in my Life

Stranger in my Life


Not too long ago I meet you, you said all the right things
You whispered and spoke of a love so wonderful
I fell into your arms ready for you to sweep me away
For months you cherished and loved me like I had never been before

I thought our love was special I thought our love was true
The tender way you touched me, the sweet cards you sent
Told me of a love that was written within the stars
As I fell more and more each day, you made dreams come true
You gazed into my big blue eyes and told your sweet lies

For you know I was head over heals in love with you
I gave of myself more and more with every breath I took
Until you had everything you wanted
I had put all my faith in you only to realize that you deserved none
I put all my trust in you only to find you were never thrust worthy
I believed in you only to realize you wanted to use my love to your own means
One be one the promises you made you broke in everyway possible

Never once did I understand what you had truly done
Until that faithful day you left me for another who will now be used
I hear you each night in my dreams telling her the same lies you once told me
I feel for her for someday soon she will be where I once was

I cannot warn her for you have spread so many lies she would not want to believe
That you are the enemy to one and all women who have a tender heart
And want to believe that there is goodness within each person
Now I know that although you may still have some good buried deep within

You are too twisted to ever try to reach the wonderful love God placed within
By Janeal Mulaney

Winter Splender

I fell in love with this painting as soon as it was done, I guess because it's somewhere where I would love to be in winter. It also took second place in our county fair. Hope you like it too.

April Fool's Day Story

April Fools Day Mom
By Janeal Mulaney
I was expecting my second child in April, and actually the doctor had declared the due date around the sixteenth of May. I knew the baby would come before then I just was not entirely sure when. I awoke for some reason in the wee hours on April first and decided I would play a prank on my mother, like I usually did every April fools day. Just usually not quite that early in the morning. So it was three o'clock am no big deal she would get over being woke up at that time of day by the time I saw her later. So sweet little me punched in the numbers of her line and waited patiently for her to answer her phone. She said, hello in her sleep-induced voice, and I moaned extra long for her benefit, before I said."Mom, I'm in labor, we need to get to the hospital fast.""How far apart are the contractions?" she asked."They're only a minute apart, they're coming fast, I must have slept through most of them," then I let out another moan. I heard the phone drop and my mother's voice franticly calling to my dad to wake up. I tried screaming into the phone, but she was already gone. My father heard me, and picked up the phone. Through my laughter, I told my dad it was just an April fool's joke. My dad started laughing with me as we both heard my mom's van start outside of their house. All of a sudden we heard the door slam as she rushed back in to get my father to hurry up, and find out what was keeping my sound asleep husband, who should have already been out to the car with my bag. Through his laughter and tears, my father told her it was an April fool's joke and I was just fine. She went out shut off the motor to her van, came back and told me after I had my child she was going to shoot me. I still don't understand why, she would want to do such a thing? I guess she did get over it, because I'm still here, and all three of my children are grown.

A winter Memory

My Favorite Winter Memory
By Janeal Mulaney
Of course I was still a kid, and our Christmas vacation had just started. Three whole weeks without school what could be better, I awoke to falling snow, and not just the tiny flakes without moisture but big gigantic flakes the kind that make the best snowmen. It was still early and the snow had yet to cover the ground adequately, but I had my hopes. We had not been able to build a snowman yet this season, nor had we been able to make snow angels, or have a snowball fight. What good was winter without all those things?
Bause of the bitter cold, I had been trapped inside, it was a fate worst then death to this tomboy. I grabbed my jeans and sweater and headed for the bathroom. Today I was going to be outside and able to play in the wonderful white powder. I looked outside once again and smiled with delight. The snow was already over three inches high with more on the way. My daddy met me as he headed toward the kitchen; "hey spunky are you ready for a snowball fight?" he asked, as he passed me in the hall.
"I can't wait daddy, I'll be ready to head out in just a minute," I said, knowing that the chores had to come first, but even they got me out the house.
Side by side Daddy and I feed the horses, cows, chickens, dogs, and cats. Then headed to the barn to milk ole bossy our white-faced Hereford, she'd been with the family longer then I could remember. I loved all our animals, and enjoyed the time I helped with them, most of our animals we had raised from babies, so all were friendly the same way with Bossy's twin calves, that had been born the spring before, I had named them Randy and Sandy, and taken care of both in the small corral on the other side of the barn until they were big enough to join the tiny herd we had. If you can actually call three cows, and two bulls a herd. Dad gave me the honor of going out to break the ice in the water tank, while he milked Bossy. As I walked out of the barn into the corral both calves came to greet me, they were as ready to play in the snow as I was. Sandy nudged me on the right shoulder then Randy would nudge me on the left back towards Sandy making me their human basketball. We walked and slid all the way to the water tank that way, and then I took the small hammer out and with my child strength I hit at the three-inch ice to break through. I had just cracked the ice across the tank when the calves decided to both nudge me in the back as I was applying the hammer to the ice once
again. I somersaulted straight into the tank the ice split and I went head first into the iciest water I'd ever felt. I came up stuttering and sputtering over my ice cold shower. Randy and Sandy must have been worried, because as I was trying to get my footing to get out of the icy pool of water. Both calves grabbed a hold of my coat and were pulling me up and out of the tank. My dad must have heard the splash and looked out to check on the noise, then ran to get the old blanket before leaving the barn. Randy and Sandy had pulled me out as I lay on the ground both of them laid down beside me and put their heads across my back, to keep me as warm as possible, until my dad was there to lift me up and carry me to the house. I caught a severe cold and was in bed for the next two weeks. The snow had come and gone; right along with Christmas before my over protective mother would allow me to get out of bed. The minute I was up, Dad told me to go check the stock with him, I dressed and we went out to the corrals where the cows and horses stayed, everything was normal the horses were frisky and running around absorbing the suns' rays, most of the cattle were still eating all except two calves who stood looking at the house expectantly.
"Why aren't they eating, daddy?" I asked, as we neared Randy and Sandy.
"The only time I've gotten them to eat, since the day you went into the water tank is when I put the hay in that corner where they can see the back of the house. I think they are worried about you, and until they make sure you're well, their going to stand right there."
I walked up to the fence where both calves moved me around with their heads, just like they had that day two weeks ago. I started laughing and hugging them back, and then after one more nudge they walked over to the rest of the herd and started to eat. My dad and I just looked at one another.
It's been years since that time, but I will never forget Randy and Sandy and how much they meant to me for years, they were always there, and I know they loved me as much as I loved them. I have many more fond memories of all my animals, but this one I hold dear, because you hear and see about dogs and cats even horses who take care of their masters, but never about cows. I think all animals can sense a person's need when they are in trouble and instinct takes over. God knew what he was doing when he made animals, and he made man. God made a connection between the two, and I think God for that connection every day. ©

The Empty Christmas Stocking

The Empty Christmas Stocking
By Janeal Mulaney
I’ve noticed every Christmas, presents get more expensive
Everyone wants more and more.
Are we forgetting what Christmas is all about?
On the twenty-fifth day of December, we celebrate our Savior birth,
Jesus Christ was born.
Do we remember that it’s His birthday we celebrate?
Do we put a gift for Him beneath our Christmas tree?
Do we hang a stocking for Him for the entire world to see?
You might wonder what we’d give him even if we did.
Well, here are a few ideas to fill His stocking with.
There kindness toward each other, and the rest of our fellowman.
Peace on earth, and joy throughout our land.
We could also reach for understanding and forgiveness,
For the people we feel have done us wrong.
Compassion and caring we should give throughout each year.
Is his stocking getting full, or do we still have room for a whole lot more.
We could put in gentleness and tenderness, for they should go hand in hand.
Let’s not forget the love he gives us each and everyday
I still feel LOVE is the most important gift of all.
So, hang the empty stockings on the mantelpiece.
But don’t forget the most important one.
The empty stocking you hang for Jesus Christ.
Don’t forget all the items that make our Christmas bright.
Our Love for the Heavenly Father and our fellow man
For each time we show our love for another.
We show our love also for our savior
Let’s add all the other feelings that God gives each of us everyday,
Not just once a year.

Field of Flowers

This is a close up veiw of Field of Flowers, which I also rotated to the side. One of the wonderful benefits to having a abstract painting. You can have four painting in one. I like that idea. Thanks again Janeal.

The Valley by Janeal Mulaney

The Valley was painted in May of 2008, the original painting sells for 120.00 without a frame and with the frame it is 150.00. If you want to bid on this or any other original painting on this blog or on another website please leave it in the comment box, along with your email address. Thank you Janeal

The Butte

The butte was just finished in July of 2008, the idea for this painting came from a area just south of where I live. This painting is for sale at 130.00 without a frame, 160.00 with a frame. Like all the others this painting also collects bids please leave yours in the comment box if you are interested in owning one of my painting along with your email account. Thanks Janeal

Desert Oasis

Desert Oasis was made in the fall of 2007 I love the colors and imgane of some peaceful place in the mist of all the death that a desert usually brings. It sells for 130.00 with out the frame with is 160.00. I also accept bids on all of my paintings. Hope you enjoy the pic.

My Cabin in the Woods

This picture was also painted in Oklahoma and sold a month later. I was home sick for the rocky mountains and this scene came to my mind. I love water falls and old fashion bridges, which once again this was a first for me. Expect to see more bridges in the up coming future. Of course I love to paint mountains and streams so you will see those in a lot of the pictures I paint. I do hope this is another one you enjoy looking at. Thanks Janeal

Spring Fever

Spring Fever is another favorite of mine. This picture was painted just after we recieved another three foot of snow on top of the four foot we already had laying on top of the ground. I was ready for spring to hit. So in Feb. 2007 I started my warm spring on canvas. This Picture was sold in Oct of 2007.

Valley Spring

Valley Spring is a painting which was finish in the fall of 2007, I was working on road construction down in Oklahoma at the time this painting was done. I love the virant colors as well as the peaceful meadow which took shape in my mind while I was painting. My favorite part of this painting however is the fishing rock. It sells for 200.00 without a frame, 250.00 with. I hope you enjoy the peaceful quality of this painting.

Cabin in the snow

Cabin in the snow was one of my snow scenes, and has the first cabin I ever painted. Not perfect yet but I get better with practice. All though this painting sold last winter, while I was in Okahoma, it is still one of my favorites. I thought I would put it up on my blogger for those of you who enjoy snowy weather, or just like to look at a nice oil paint. Soon I will have two more winter scenes for sale and I hope you will be interested in coming back for a visit to check them out.