Wednesday, August 24, 2016

The Dance

There are things that you dream of.
And they happen.
There are things that you wish for.
And they happen.
There are things that you hope for.
And they happen.

And when they do, tuck them into your heart for the hard days...... because this is life. 

Celebrate them. Hold onto them.

My husband, Louis M. Collins, had dreamed of capturing a ballerina in action.

I had a garment growing in me and a recent fabric collection released from Frond Design Studios called Celebrate!

Babette Lam was home from college and visiting her family.
We all came together to create.

It was an amazing, emotive experience.
Truly a celebration of life.

We have a message for you:
If you are a Dancer, Dance
If you are a Photographer, Photograph
If you are an Artist, Create
If you are a Garment Designer, Design
If you are a Quilter, Quilt

Whoever you are, do the things that you desire to do. Life might not slow down for you. It might not get easier for you. You have to sieze the moments and participate in the beauty that can be created.

Do your thing.
Dance your dance.

Melissa Marie Collins

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Lily Wearing Angel Wings

Lily walked into Delve carrying a lily that she had picked for me. We had never met, but she is the daughter of a gal that I have known from my teen years. She came with her mom, grandma, and brothers. We all chatted and talked of many things, with the highlight being how simple sewing can be.

She left with a couple yards of Angel Wings and Moonwind from my Discovery Tree collection for Frond Design Studios, to make a pillowcase dress. 

Yesterday, I found that the dress was finished and she was wearing it to a wedding.
What a fantastic idea!
It is vivid and beautiful on her. Matches her creative soul.

Before Lily left the day of her visit, she had also given me a painting. I will cherish it and tuck it into my young art collection that I have been growing over the years.

I hope to see her again!

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Prayers in the Sand

Sometimes, you have to take your prayers out of the closet and communicate them in a visual manner. Not for God, but for yourself.

My husband is going through a health challenge. Right now, we are in the middle of testing. Things could be fine, and things could also not be fine. It is an uncomfortable place to be. It brings fear to the forefront and dances like a boogey-man in front of your face.

Today, we went to one of our favorite places, Palisades State Park, to find peace. We go here often, it feels like home to us.

We made our way to the sandbar. It took a bit of careful stepping and dedication to get there.

I sat down on the sandbar and discovered a stick sitting next to me. Naturally, I started to draw with it. Through my movement flowed my fears about Louis' situation, my hopes, and the outcome I desired.

My design became a circle. It was then that I realized what I had done.

I had drawn a Prayer Circle. And I knew who I had drawn it for.

I then asked Louis to stand in the center and listen to my prayer statements.

With each swirl, I made declarations to support his health and life. Next, I drew two more large circles.

I asked him to connect a line from the swirl to the outside circle in agreement with my prayer declarations.

Then I wrote Yes an(d) Amen.

Our prayer looked beautiful in the sand.

We both left this moment feeling more connected to God and confident of our healing prayer declaration. 

Sometimes, we feel the urge to do unconventional things in expression of faith. I find that these moments are what make life both interesting and miraculous.

No matter what news the final testing brings, I believe that healing is happening.

Yes and Amen.

Monday, May 23, 2016


The Frond Quilt Market crew is traveling back from Salt Lake City.

This is what we just prompted photography art making and poetry....I thought I would share.

we traveled forward with hope in our hearts
and were greeted by a rainbow
a promise fullfilled

Friday, April 29, 2016

A Healing Journey

Walking through life, sometimes we need help.
Sometimes, we become stuck in a cycle of emotional pain.
In order to release it, we might need a helping hand.

Someone that is outside of the cycle.
Someone who has knowledge.
Someone who has been trained.
Someone who is a healer.

I chose Sandy.

She has assisted me in releasing the emotional pain cycle that I had been in.
She has shown me kindness and care.

Together, we have created a safe place for inward work to be done.

Why do I share?
Because perhaps someone else needs her. 

I vowed long ago to share my journey on this earth from an honest place. To be authentic. To share what I feel compelled to share.

This honesty has assisted others to live their truth. Planting truth seeds in others makes my journey through the dark forests of life feel redeemed and valuable.

I created a Healing Tree tryptic for Sandy, sharing how I experience her and how I see her.

My husband, Louis M. Collins, documented the paintings for my portfolio. I gave him creative freedom. He did not disappoint.

If this post strikes a cord in heart and you feel like you might want to reach out to Sandy, you can email her:

Monday, April 25, 2016


She is powerful.
She is complicated.
She is woman.

She seeks balance.
She seeks joy.
She seeks to delight in the way she is made.

She doubts.
She hurts.
She is human.

She falls.
She stumbles.
She gets back up again.

She is woman.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


In these moments of unrest 
before rest at night,
Deep contemplation and feeling fills my being

There are no words to perfectly match my experience of painting
They offer no more than a glimmer shining on the surface of a body of water representing the essence of something much more

But poetry does come.

It does not perfectly state or share the experience. It is as close as I can get to share these messages, that are birthed through my human experience with divine design to impact much more than I could even imagine.

And so here we go.
One more night, 
One more honest message.
And one more time that this is more than one experience, with one person in my life. 
It truly is, so much more.


I had trusted you
I had trusted myself
When you broke my trust
The action broke my trust in myself

No more will I cling to this power
You held over me
No more will I hold out for hope
That you will do something to fix this

The truth is
I need 

I need to trust

To be ok, when I do not see
A broken promise coming across the horizon
To be ok, when the pain comes knocking on the door of my heart one more time
To not close up in anticipation of a possible occurance.

Because broken trust 
And broken promises will come again
As many times as they come

And that is ok

My trust with and in
is here
And here to stay