Blog archive
March 2026
My Home For Now
03/30/2026
My Home for Now
03/30/2026
Black History Month: Poetry Reading Brings Community Together
03/26/2026
Do I Really Need a Will and/or a Trust?
03/26/2026
Everybody Needs a Blankie
03/26/2026
Fire Recovery Grants – Giving Back to the Community
03/26/2026
Kickoff: Prepared 50+ Emergency Preparedness
03/26/2026
President’s Message: Volunteering to Build Community
03/26/2026
The Birth of an Archive for Pasadena Village
03/26/2026
Too Smart to be Scammed?
03/26/2026
“I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!” A Refresher Course
03/26/2026
Across the Waiting Room
03/11/2026
February 2026
Refresh and Refocus 1619: Continuing the Dialogue
02/28/2026
Status - February 28, 2026
02/28/2026
AI Presentation
02/26/2026
Exploring the “Cheech”
02/26/2026
Mary Mejia is Here to Make a Difference
02/26/2026
One Year On
02/26/2026
President’s Message – March 2026
02/26/2026
Support Groups: Who, What, When, Where, and Why?
02/26/2026
Volunteering, Belonging, and the Power of Connection
02/21/2026
January 2026
BEACONS OF HOPE - The Dump Trucks of the Eaton Fire
01/29/2026
Exploring the Hidden Trails Together: The Pasadena Village Hiking Group
01/28/2026
Five Years of Transformative Leadership at Pasadena Village
01/28/2026
For Your Hearing Considerations: A Presentation by Dr. Philip Salomon, Audiologist
01/28/2026
Hearts & Limbs in Zambia
01/28/2026
Lost Trees of Altadena Return Home
01/28/2026
President's Message: WHY the Village Works
01/28/2026
TV: Behind the Scenes
01/28/2026
Trauma to Triumph
01/28/2026
1619 Group Reflects on Politics, Climate, and Democratic Strain
01/23/2026
How Pasadena Village Helped Me Rebuild After the Eaton Fire
01/10/2026
Art From the Ashes
By Karen BagnardPosted: 04/24/2025
“Art from the Ashes” will be the title of the first art exhibit when we move to our new digs at the Flintridge Center.
The Eaton Fire may have burned my home of 51 years, but it also lit a fire under me to create art.
My latest piece of art, 36” square, depicts the night of the fire.
(click on the picture for a better view)
The moon was seven days from the first full moon of the new year, the “Wolf Moon.” It was the night my house “died.” The moon light was so beautiful and I took one last long look at my beautiful home, realizing I might never see it again. I was very much aware of the moon… as though it was "sitting shiva" with me.
Here is my haiku poem to go with it:
Wolf Moon shining bright
Leading and lighting my way
Keeping me in sight
**Click on the tag "Karen Bagnard" under the blog title to see other contributions by Karen
