From Inknpetals

Soon Available …


new selection of notecards

from original watercolours


Linda Paupst

available February, 2015

Neon Poppy

Poppy, Neon

Version 2

Raspberry Sorbet  (Poppy, Pink)

My Poppy1_0579

 Poppy, Orange 


Magnolia, White


Magnolia, Pink


Magnolia Branch, Fuchsia




SAILBOATS, Armstrong Beach, Trout Lake, North Bay

Dr. Seuss's Garden

Doodley Do – Dr. Seuss’s Garden


“Your Life Is This Moment …”

Doodley Do Garden Wall

Doodley Do – Garden Wall

Doodley Do, pink

Doodley Do – Pink


Friendship  (cyclamen)

Hibiscus 2

Hibiscus – 2



Darleen’s Tulips

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Inknpetals notcards, Back View

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$3.50 each

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South Georgian Bay Watercolour Artist                                                                                  Linda Robertson Paupst

Linda’s ink and watercolour paintings have a stylized look which compliments traditional or contemporary settings.

Colourful florals predominate. This is a natural extension of Linda’s roots in North Bay Ontario where she grew up in her family’s greenhouses, florist and garden centre.

Linda’s paintings have been described as:

* ”Beautifully & elegantly drawn.”
* ”Sensitive work. You capture the spirit of the flowers.”
* ”Refreshing, inspiring, moving.”
* ”You capture the strength, beauty & fragility of flowers – here today, gone tomorrow.”
* ”You have such colour, form, movement”

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Images are not to be copied in any format without express permission of the artist.

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It has been snowing here the past 24 hours – I mean it is a windy, gusting, noisy blizzard – a perfect day to stay indoors.

On our front porch, my birch bark wreath wore the snow like an elegant white fur cape. That inspired me to sketch it and paint in watercolour.

The inspiration and the result:

Winter storm from our front window
Winter storm from our front window
Birch Bark Wreath wearing a blanket of snow.
Birch Bark Wreath wearing a blanket of snow at our front door.
Watercolour painting of Birch Bark Wreath in Winter
My Watercolour painting of Birch Bark Wreath in Winter

Since I have not painted for almost two years, this was a feel-good accomplishment.

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FRIENDSHIP . Organization Fun Inspiration .

Back on May 11, 2015, I posted “STITCHES . Adapting Evolving “ in which I wrote of yet one more new phase in my life. It began with the flutter of self doubt about my art and writing, and frustration with the clutter in my allocated Art Room.

The room – a luxury in our small home – contained a multitude of art supplies –  easels, paints – both watercolours and acrylics, canvases, journals, framed and unframed paintings, framed and unframed prints, my art note cards, and on and on. In addition, the room contained drafts of writing projects, old photo albums; a large box of too-precious-to-dump papers and cards from my mothers funeral; my husband’s out-of-season clothing; office supplies; more photo albums … well, you get the picture. It was so disorganized I could barely move in there and finding anything was a constant battle of perseverance.

So friends Kay and Janis came to help organize me! Now I must say, both ladies are organized and have beautiful Craft Rooms (photos of which I showed in my May 11th post “Stitches …”). But Janis is in a league of her own. She is a whirlwind of organized thought and activity. Not only did she find a place for everything, but put everything in its own place.

First she eliminated a wing back chair and Greg’s out-of-season clothing. Then she removed stuff to outside the room to be sorted later. She moved the remaining furniture around. I gave her free reign, after all I sure had no idea of where to begin. Janis even went to my bedroom where I had knitting supplies and a stash of wool, and to my dining room where I had journals, pens, markers, washi tapes. She unearthed boxes from the laundry room and under a bed that contained original art, prints, celophane bags, matts. My new sewing maching was tucked away in my front closet. She found room for all of it in my small, newly organized, Sewing/ Art/ Craft Room. Unbelievable.

Janis was amazing. Kay and I, the worker bees, obediently and cheerfully fetched, lifted, moved. Janis delved into each bag, box and pile of stuff and left it to me to determine if each item was a keeper or garbage. Nothing escaped her notice.

Janis, 'Organizer Supreme', on right. 'Worker Bees', Kay center, and myself.
On completion of my new room – On right, Janis, ‘Organizer Supreme’. ‘Worker Bees’, Kay center, and myself.

It took two full days from 10:30 AM to 8 PM. We stopped midway each day for lunch, wine, laughter. At the end of it all, here are the results …

My newly organized sewing/art/craft room (1)
My newly organized sewing/art/craft room (1), with some of my art and needlework on the wall – hopefully minimizing the presence of large photos of moi. Janis hung them. She said: “They should be here. This is Linda’s room!”  My wool stash is underneath. And my sewing machine, waiting for its own table, tells me to “get busy”. 
My newly organized sewing/art/craft room (2).
My newly organized sewing/art/craft room (2).

The third wall housed 3 cabinets – one organized for writing, my story drafts and my published work. One cabinet holds photo albums, art books, etc. The third contains my fabric stash, sewing patterns and supplies. This cabinet is smaller than the other two, pefect for standing most of my orininal art work.

The fourth wall has a T-V and a closet with shelves along the top and on each end … yup, you guessed it – all organized with areas for office supplies, art supplies, art in progress, large canvases, old journals, and two boxes which are a ‘Family Millenium Time Capsule’ which will be opened in 2025.

Fun. Satisfying. Energizing. Inspiring.

Thank you Kay and Janis for removing some of the clutter from my home and my mind.

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Mother’s Day . May 10, 2015

You haven’t heard from me on Inknpetals for several months. I just didn’t have anything to say.

My creative juices were dried up. I was in transition, in a funk, in limbo, but open to inspiration, waiting for a new passion to take over my thoughts, my dreams. In the meantime, I kept our public library in business, knowing that the funk will pass. It always does – you know: ebb and flow, up and down, sunshine always follows the rain …..

But that limbo phase is uncomfortable. You know – the first few months of being an empty nester, or retiree, or your partner retires or leaves, or when you no longer enjoy what you have spent your time doing, or whatever.

When that happens, I find it best to wait it out. Wait until you are inspired to re-create yourself, find new purpose, new passion. Give it time to evolve or for a spark to ignite your imagination..

Then, when flutters of excitement unexpectedly appear – grab on to that seed of creativity that is germinating in the nether regions of your consciousness. Never ignore the little sparks. Follow up. When nurtured, the seed of an idea sprouts leaves and more branches, often resulting in a new venture, a new skill or hobby that may bring enormous joy, satisfaction & a sense of accomplishment.

Talk about mixed metaphors ! But my point is –

Seize the moment. That is what I did recently and I am definitely out of my funk.

In a day or so I will post what it is that has my juices flowing again. Just maybe you too will be inspired to tackle something new, something that will rejuvenate .

A very Happy Mother’s Day to all mom readers.

Cheers, until next time …

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass …💛 . A Re-Blog .

A re-blog from Red Carpet Nursing

We all tend to accept the easy route most days. Here are some wise thoughts to waken your emotions and brain cells as you enjoy your morning coffee or tea …

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass.. It’s about learning to dance in the rain💛...

This quote sounds nice, and it bugs rather more every time I see it, which of course is rather often these days. It irritates and, frankly, offends me.

When we let others box us into such either-or decisions like this one, we ignore and surrender a multitude of other possibilities. Why would anyone want to surrender almost every option available like that, abandon imagination and intelligent thought, simply because someone dares restrict them to just two paltry choices?

I find lots of nice, useful things to do when it’s raining, inside or outside. Whoever came up with this romantic-sounding pap offers both awful practical advice and a metaphor for intellectual sloth, passively letting others grant you your narrow slice of options. Fake freedom, in fact. You can idle in the cage we offer or you can sing instead: isn’t it wonderful, they imply, that you can choose to sing?

Why on earth would anyone feel a need to settle for a choice between standing around idle or dancing wet? What makes such a choice any sort of inspirational lesson on life? Life is about seeing, interpreting, imagining, adapting, learning, creating, growing, building. It’s about freedom, not subservience. It’s about refusing to settle so easily as others suggest. It’s about paying attention to meaning and consequences – why THESE choices? Why not others? – not just heedlessly letting pretty words wash over.

This is a quote asking us to live like sheep and to feel thankful for it. Humans can do far, far better.

I choose to do far, far better. I demand it! Do you?”

Posted on October 26, 2014 by gregmercer601

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Dr. SEUSS’s GARDEN . Journal .

Last Friday I received an emergency phone call from my daughter Joanna. Thankfully it was neither a medical, nor a life-and-death, emergency. Rather, Joanna is decor-challenged and was requesting me to visit on Sunday to help her decorate her new office. Jo is a supervisor in the Pre-Kindergarten Program at a Public School Board of Education a two-hour drive away from me.  On Monday, training of new Early Childhood Education teachers was to begin and she wanted her drab, empty office, filled with mis-matched furniture to take on a more inspirational and professional look.

Why, oh why, did I not think to take a ‘before’ picture?????

Now, on the surface, this does not seem a big deal. However, during the course of the phone call, it was decided (by whom I am no longer sure) that I would do some art for above Jo’s desk.  My planning wheels began turning but ground to an abrupt halt when she could not decide on a theme or  inspirational quotes.  Attempting to draw ideas was sullied because she and her partner were prepping for a big family gathering the next day – tents and all, so Jo’s office ideas were not flowing at that moment. Colour was an easy get. She loves purple “because it means power” and turquoise … just because.

However at 2:30 in the morning, ideas apparently were flowing. Deeply asleep, I could hear my iPhone humming in the distance saying a message had arrived. That didn’t really waken me, but a subsequent 6 or 7 texts did. Joanna was sending quotations for me to consider for the painting. I told her the quotes had to be meaningful to her, for the painting to be personal and representative. The first many ideas were inspirational quotations often seen by those who love such things (like moi), but they seemed too stuffy, too serious. Then – she sent one by Dr. Seuss and it seemed so Joanna. Not only that, the sentiment was perfect for an ECE supervisor who spends her professional life working with 4 year olds and their teachers.

Now I was wide awake and we were on a roll. Jo sent several more. Game on. Then, “g’nite”. Except, by this time, it was 4 A.M. and I could not fall back asleep. As a result, Saturday I slept in until 11:30 A.M. After a wake-up coffee, I drove to an art supply store in Barrie (a half hour each way) to buy a canvas so I could attempt to accomplish a finished panting by the end of the day. I had decided it would be a whimsical Zentangle painting. The driving time allowed me to think of a way to incorporate several quotations into one painting.

By dinner time, I was sketching my ideas in my Midori. About 7 pm I was drawing my plan with pencil on the 36″x24″ canvas.

Sunday, I arrived at my daughter’s home, visited awhile with my three teenage grandchildren, then Joanna and I were off to Home Sense to buy office accoutrements. Finally we arrived at her office, armed with shopping bags, a painting, hammer & nails and even varnish & brush to apply a second coat to the painting.

Following are the results:

Joanna's office
Joanna’s office

Jo in office

Joanna at her desk

Dr. Seuss's Garden


Dr. Seuss’s Garden

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LOOK AT THE HAND . Journal .

My Zentangled Loves-of-My-Life Hand

This is my hand. It is a symbol of my passions, the loves-of-my-life:   music, writing, my completed genealogy volumes, flowers,painting, of my aging (better than the alternative!) arthritic lumps and twists on each finger. Also, I depicted treasured jewellery – a ruby ring from my parents on my 18th birthday, a lovely pave (how do i insert an accent?) diamond ring from my husband (which was lost several years ago), my mother’s diamonds, and my Tiffany bracelet from my five wonderful children.

How did you spend Saturday and Sunday? It was beautiful, mostly sunny, but a little cool in Wasaga Beach – my kind of day. So I walked my ShihTzu/Bijon, Duffy, read on our deck, did some Suduko puzzles and perused some blogs. In doing so, I found the happy delightful and informative I have seen many zentangled hands, but the one in ‘A Creative Operation’ had music notes and a keyboard on it. That triggered my creative juices and the inspiration for my hand, filled with the bits, pieces and loves in my life.

Knowing we are each a part of all that we meet along the road of life, I hope Jackie and Michelle (A Creative Operation, Art Journal) enjoy my version of the hand. I hope too, that you enjoy this personal entry in my Midori journal.

If you haven’t attempted Zentangling, I urge you to do so. It is completely relaxing and focused so the cares of your day wash away in the creative juices. And if you live nearby, I conduct Zentangle workshops, so feel free to get in touch.

INSIGHT & INSPIRATION (2) . Memoir . Quotations .

Coco, my friend
Coco, my friend.



I collect quotes. I have for decades.

So I thought I would occasionally share some with you – a few at a time – ones that depict my mood on the particular day. I wrote one of my all time favourites on my “About Me” page, right here in :

“Literature had told him that everything had happened before, everything had been endured before, and so everything could be endured again.”       

AARON LATHAM: ‘Orchids for Mother’ 1977

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And … I love the following. Methinks it explains a lot  . . .

“Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.”

Isaac Asimov

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Inner Peace

“ …I whole-heartedly believe that the feeling of deep inner peace is 

neurological circuitry located in our Right Brain. 

(This circuitry is) always running and always available …

It is not something we bring with us from the past or project into the future.

Step one to experiencing inner peace is the willingness to 

be present in the right here, right now.” 

Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D. (neuroanatomist)  ~ “My Stroke of Insight” (p.159)

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Procrastination is the act of replacing high priority actions and tasks with low priority ones.  It is the act of watching television when your exams are 3 days away. It is the act of sitting on your computer instead of going out and socializing.”



DREAMS . ‘Decades’ . My teens .

Capping Feb 63

Dreams from RL&M vol3

Excerpt from my 3rd genealogy volume, ROBERTSON Lineages & Memoirs . Genealogies for My Children & Theirs”

my apologies, and thanks, to Helen Steiner Rice. Your words saved me.


SECRETS . ‘Good Blood’ . PREFACE .

Four Volumes of  "LINEAGES & MEMOIRS - Genealogies for My Children & Theirs .." PAUPST, ROBERTSON, DENVIR, KING, by LRP
Four Volumes of “LINEAGES & MEMOIRS – Genealogies for My Children & Theirs ..” PAUPST, ROBERTSON, DENVIR, KING, by LRP



I despise secrets for the harm they can do. Secrets have allowed evil to be perpetuated in societies and within families. Yet most secrets are no more than an inevitable part of life’s ups and downs. Everyone, no matter how good, honest or well-intentioned, will, throughout his or her life, make wrong choices. That is part of being human. I believe our ability to overcome our wrong choices is one of life’s greatest lessons.

We do posterity a disservice by hiding the examples of our missteps. The world is becoming more complicated and difficult. Our children and theirs need to know that you can make a mistake, make a wrong choice and be stronger and better for it. They need examples of those of us who erred and are nevertheless worthy of respect because we survived and led productive, happy lives. But that is my philosophy and it may differ from that of yours.

Realizing that – which secrets are mine to tell? Some are far enough in the past that those involved are no longer here to give permission. If alive now, would they condone the inclusion of their secrets in the stories I am writing, as a life lesson for us today? Many secrets were considered scandalous or immoral in an earlier era, but today, would be considered neither immoral nor scandalous by most thinking human beings. Would our ancestors, if alive now, make different choices today? Would they even consider those choices secrets today?

As the author, I must choose which secrets I will tell.

Some I may regret, but as my Grandma King taught me,

“To thine own self be true”.

So, in four genealogy volumes I included all I knew, with a few exceptions. But those too will creep into the creative non fiction stories I am working on. Non of the secrets are hurtful, but I originally omitted them in the family histories because of a very few skeptical, untrusting relatives. Though to be clear, most relatives, near and distant were enthusiastic and unconditionally supportive. My thanks to all of them.

Following are stories, based on true happenings or real people, but some I have fictionalized, or rather, I imagined what might have occurred. I have filled in many blanks and filled out copious details in reliving those people, times and events. And I had wonderful experiences living their lives as I imagined them to have been. This is Creative Nonfiction.

Grandma King often reminded each of us in her large family,

“You come from good blood.”

The repetitive litany inspired me –

It convinced me that my genetic makeup contained the strength of generations of strong, hard-working, mostly honorable (but inevitably flawed) people.
It kept my head above water when life’s cruelty was shoving me beneath the surface.

I pass Grandma’s wisdom on to my progeny.

Now, enjoy the stories … and many (until now, and many newly created) secrets.