So I'm wandering around the house this afternoon, the groceries shopped for, the house as tidy as I'm up to making it...and I'm looking for something to do. Something to fill those isolated places of time where I can't sit still, where I can't stop thinking about everything, much less focus on one.
Piddly stuff. Petting a cat, leafing through a magazine. It's just not enough, not fulfilling. I went into the guest bedroom to play the keyboard. I lasted 5 minutes at most. Took a bath. Pet another cat, too early for bed and too late to feel like starting anything new.
So I took the first page of 'cultivate gratitude' and started gluing fringe and yarn on. I don't knit or crochet. Maybe to some of the ones of you who do, you can compare the comfortable rhythm of hook to yarn to my happily gluing pieces of one thing onto another thing. Paper, rock, scissors.
A lazy Monday evening, dinner in my belly and not ready for sleep. What am I doing with this blog? What do I want to do? I want to inspire others as I am blessed with inspiration. I want to show that one person who needs it most at this very moment the fun of counting, coloring, feeling and knowing the mystery of creativity as it binds one to finding their truest self.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Rollin' along with my sticky back notes!
No truck today. No bother to me, though, as yesterday - when I did have the truck - became just a little to busy for me. I was in the car a lot, between errands, meetings and a doctor's appointment. My brain was really busy, too, planning projects .
Today was a day to unleash my creativity, skills, and tac an unusual amount of sticky notes randomly around the house as I tried to balance the household tasks with fun stuff. I'm easily distracted wandering through the house, as it seems every spot has stuff to put away, clean, repair or create something new for. You'd think with a large studio space I'd have all my ongoing projects in there, but the studio isn't organized as I like it, so I have collected items from here and there and have many projects going on. Here are some of the things I have written on sticky notes:
- Oil door hinges
- Get buttons for D's shirt
- Get batting and ulpostery tacs from studio for pincushion and wall art/message board
- Eat healthy
- Call cat rescue
- Wig Jar (I'm using a large pickle jar to hold my hairbands, painting an abstract face on the front - it's a self-discovery activity which I'll explain more when it's finished)
- Deep Breathing
- Sewing projects: balance with housework, jobhunting
- Ch. 3 Meditation every morning for one week straight (keep going!)
- Read Ragamuffin book
- Bring sewing maching, tape measure, velcro, notions to clubhouse.
What I find amusing is that as silly as it looks with simple reminders posted on the cupboards, the fridge, the door, the washing machine, this is a very helpful tool for me right now. It'd be easy to get discouraged looking at all the have-to's, but for me it's more of a way of organizing my time so I don't have to file all of it in my head (i.e. the task may not be done, but at least there's a note reminding me). Then, when I have five minutes here or 10 minutes there, I can make time for a specific task that might otherwise seem daunting.
Try to make some time today to unleash your creativity!
Today was a day to unleash my creativity, skills, and tac an unusual amount of sticky notes randomly around the house as I tried to balance the household tasks with fun stuff. I'm easily distracted wandering through the house, as it seems every spot has stuff to put away, clean, repair or create something new for. You'd think with a large studio space I'd have all my ongoing projects in there, but the studio isn't organized as I like it, so I have collected items from here and there and have many projects going on. Here are some of the things I have written on sticky notes:
- Oil door hinges
- Get buttons for D's shirt
- Get batting and ulpostery tacs from studio for pincushion and wall art/message board
- Eat healthy
- Call cat rescue
- Wig Jar (I'm using a large pickle jar to hold my hairbands, painting an abstract face on the front - it's a self-discovery activity which I'll explain more when it's finished)
- Deep Breathing
- Sewing projects: balance with housework, jobhunting
- Ch. 3 Meditation every morning for one week straight (keep going!)
- Read Ragamuffin book
- Bring sewing maching, tape measure, velcro, notions to clubhouse.
What I find amusing is that as silly as it looks with simple reminders posted on the cupboards, the fridge, the door, the washing machine, this is a very helpful tool for me right now. It'd be easy to get discouraged looking at all the have-to's, but for me it's more of a way of organizing my time so I don't have to file all of it in my head (i.e. the task may not be done, but at least there's a note reminding me). Then, when I have five minutes here or 10 minutes there, I can make time for a specific task that might otherwise seem daunting.
Try to make some time today to unleash your creativity!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Dancing in the Woods
(Just rambling about my afternoon, because I over did it and re-twisted my ankle that I injured dancing at Inlet Harbor in Daytona a couple weeks ago - I need to baby it again)...
I spent a good part of the afternoon working outside today. A delicious 60 degrees (mmmmm!). This is the second year of helping God make dirt - the compost piles I've nurtured and turned are in different stages of composting, with the larger limbs and twigs set aside for our fire pit, and to help burn some of the excess leaves. I dug so easily into the soil - waking up big fat worms and oh, did it smell sweet!. By the 5th wheel barrel, the soil was just as good, but I was getting weak... I took frequent breaks between loads, sitting at the fire pit to enjoy the cheerful calls of spring bound birds, including a bright redheaded woodpecker. A neighbor cat came to show off how well he could roll in the leaves, and I also walked down to the creek twice, once with AJ kitty, and another with Big G, where they lapped up water that is trickling, thanks to our recent and needed rain. The dirt loads were put into one of the back yard beds I'm trying to get healthier. The hard red clay is quite a bit of work to turn, but little by little I'm seeing the fruits of my labor.
Michael got started on the pond and waterfall, and I am so excited about it. Last weekend I was busy inside, and he called me out and I was astonished...He hooked the hose up, flowing through a temporary fall, and the sound of the trickle was sooooooooo beautiful! I was speechless - with the drought, we have more time to work on it, and it's not going to start out as big as originally planned, but with time and effort I know it's going to be yet another sanctuary for me.
Ugh - I was going to write about my mother's influence on my love for gardening and my father's influence on being out in the great outdoors. I think I'll wait for now - my whole body is beginning to complain about my workout and I have to save enough energy to make dinner (Hot and Sour Soup with Tofu - especially for Michael because he's been fighting a cold all week).
I spent a good part of the afternoon working outside today. A delicious 60 degrees (mmmmm!). This is the second year of helping God make dirt - the compost piles I've nurtured and turned are in different stages of composting, with the larger limbs and twigs set aside for our fire pit, and to help burn some of the excess leaves. I dug so easily into the soil - waking up big fat worms and oh, did it smell sweet!. By the 5th wheel barrel, the soil was just as good, but I was getting weak... I took frequent breaks between loads, sitting at the fire pit to enjoy the cheerful calls of spring bound birds, including a bright redheaded woodpecker. A neighbor cat came to show off how well he could roll in the leaves, and I also walked down to the creek twice, once with AJ kitty, and another with Big G, where they lapped up water that is trickling, thanks to our recent and needed rain. The dirt loads were put into one of the back yard beds I'm trying to get healthier. The hard red clay is quite a bit of work to turn, but little by little I'm seeing the fruits of my labor.
Michael got started on the pond and waterfall, and I am so excited about it. Last weekend I was busy inside, and he called me out and I was astonished...He hooked the hose up, flowing through a temporary fall, and the sound of the trickle was sooooooooo beautiful! I was speechless - with the drought, we have more time to work on it, and it's not going to start out as big as originally planned, but with time and effort I know it's going to be yet another sanctuary for me.
Ugh - I was going to write about my mother's influence on my love for gardening and my father's influence on being out in the great outdoors. I think I'll wait for now - my whole body is beginning to complain about my workout and I have to save enough energy to make dinner (Hot and Sour Soup with Tofu - especially for Michael because he's been fighting a cold all week).
Friday, February 29, 2008
Nature Calls
Slept in this morning, then headed to the grocery store with a list, keeping pretty much to it, trying to lay off the white refined flour, sweets and carbs. Hubby and I had a good debate over 'diets' last night. His philosophy is 2-fold: 1) Not eating unless you are hungry and 2) Not eating beyond feeling full. Everything in moderation. I've been blaming my weight on my meds and moods, but I simply refuse to gain any more weight. I'm not grossly obese, but I'm 30 lbs more than the day I went into the hospital to give birth to my twins, and I can't afford a whole new wardrobe. The hike we took a few weeks back was enough to wear me out - I have to get healthier. I'm going to putter in the garden today and spread the compost (I've been helping God make dirt since we moved in, and the compost is incredible!) around my front bed. It's very pleasant outside, and I will just have to postpone the inside work because nature calls me to have my dirt manicure!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Alive and Growing!
Spring looms just ahead in Georgia. My daffodils are blooming, tulips coming soon. Little signs everywhere as I walk in my sun-patched woods to the creek. You wouldn't guess from the ripple of water and loamy ground that we were in a high level drought.
When I go out in the morning to get the paper I feel my skin suck both the warmth of the sun and the crisp air refreshingly deep into my restless soul.
When I go out in the morning to get the paper I feel my skin suck both the warmth of the sun and the crisp air refreshingly deep into my restless soul.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Fluff
This is fluff: Ok, so I didn't leave any white space on my ATC's but I was pretty happy with them. If anything, for the PROCESS - anyone who knows me, that's what really matters. Took some pics, though, and I'll get around to posting them.
Today I took two rubberstamping/card classes in Lawrenceville. I was signed up for a third design class, but wasn't feeling up to staying for the later class. Bummer, I'm out $20 for that decision, but it was for my own well-being.
I was talking with someone last week and we were discussing my hangup with feeling vulnerable if I end up sharing too much about my self. It's easy enough for me to let loose on the keyboard and tell all. Most of us appreciate the therapeutic value of journaling. Thing is, one moment I'll feel totally free about sharing my weaknesses or a life lesson I learned, and the next moment I'll be deleting it and trying to come up with fluff. I don't want to be a fluffer.
I do, however, want to think about today and why I didn't stick it through that third class. Yes, I was feeling physically ill - I chose to listen to and nurture my body. But there's a lot more here, a lot of juicy stuff going on with me. It was monumental making the decision to leave. I made a well thought out decision to come home early. I enjoyed myself. I made dozens - probably 40 or so, of 'cutesy' cards. Having designed similar projects and taught similar classes at the store my mother-in-law and I used to own, I recognize that there are different types of stampers, crafters, artists, etc.. The designs were pretty much mainstream - adorable and fresh, the kind you can make and send to just about anyone without them raising an eyebrow. And it WAS a boost to my ego to think I've designed class projects as successfully as the big pros...I wasn't disappointed with the classes or instructors in anyway. Kindred Spirits...but: I am at a place that I have plenty of ideas, samples and materials to work with to come up with all occasion cards. What I am needing right now, artistically, is to experiment and immerse myself fully in the doing...like slinging paint across the wall with my hands, or seeing what happens when I use my heat gun for unintended purposes. Breaking the rules. Expressing myself, in whatever way I want to. I seem to have rambled and added fluff. Guess for now, I'll keep the fluff lens on. But I'll remember what my friend said last week: Sometimes it's not what you say but what you don't say. What am I NOT saying? That's between me and me. Hope ya'll have a good time reading between your own lines!
Today I took two rubberstamping/card classes in Lawrenceville. I was signed up for a third design class, but wasn't feeling up to staying for the later class. Bummer, I'm out $20 for that decision, but it was for my own well-being.
I was talking with someone last week and we were discussing my hangup with feeling vulnerable if I end up sharing too much about my self. It's easy enough for me to let loose on the keyboard and tell all. Most of us appreciate the therapeutic value of journaling. Thing is, one moment I'll feel totally free about sharing my weaknesses or a life lesson I learned, and the next moment I'll be deleting it and trying to come up with fluff. I don't want to be a fluffer.
I do, however, want to think about today and why I didn't stick it through that third class. Yes, I was feeling physically ill - I chose to listen to and nurture my body. But there's a lot more here, a lot of juicy stuff going on with me. It was monumental making the decision to leave. I made a well thought out decision to come home early. I enjoyed myself. I made dozens - probably 40 or so, of 'cutesy' cards. Having designed similar projects and taught similar classes at the store my mother-in-law and I used to own, I recognize that there are different types of stampers, crafters, artists, etc.. The designs were pretty much mainstream - adorable and fresh, the kind you can make and send to just about anyone without them raising an eyebrow. And it WAS a boost to my ego to think I've designed class projects as successfully as the big pros...I wasn't disappointed with the classes or instructors in anyway. Kindred Spirits...but: I am at a place that I have plenty of ideas, samples and materials to work with to come up with all occasion cards. What I am needing right now, artistically, is to experiment and immerse myself fully in the doing...like slinging paint across the wall with my hands, or seeing what happens when I use my heat gun for unintended purposes. Breaking the rules. Expressing myself, in whatever way I want to. I seem to have rambled and added fluff. Guess for now, I'll keep the fluff lens on. But I'll remember what my friend said last week: Sometimes it's not what you say but what you don't say. What am I NOT saying? That's between me and me. Hope ya'll have a good time reading between your own lines!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Blue, Blue, Green
Canvas + Acrylic. How hard did I have to make it? Three colors: Bright blue, Pool Blue, and Lime Green (Plaid Craft paint). Easy peasy, they are now drying on a piece of cardboard and I (think) I know what I'm doing next...I know better than to start any portion of a project at this time of night. 'Still got some kinks to work out, because I have this compulsion to incorporate the unusual or it doesn't feel like it has my signature on it. Hmm. Sounds like I need a nature walk. Funny the things God leaves for me to behold!
Color Therapy
How hard is it to make a background for an ATC? Rocket science, from the looks of my studio, and I'm still not pleased with it! I have this idea, bursting with lively blues and greens, but it's just not happening.
I close my eyes. Pick a color. Scribble a line. But I can't even choose the background material or the mediums...and trust me, I've mixed a lot in the last day. Canvas and fabric and watercolor paper and acrylic and dyes and pastels and funky rusty findings - with the aftermath of cutting boards, tools and adhesives all over one of my tables. Good grief. I should be counting my blessings I have so much space to spread out on.
I'm trying too hard and it's bumming me out. I'm frightened to be discovered a BAD artist. Or not worthy of calling myself an artist, or for a 'real' artist to label me an inferior or imagined 'self-taught' one. 'crafter', though I see neither as derogatory, only the attitudes I know exist - but that's another posting...heck, I haven't even got around to putting any pictures of my stuff on here yet.
My favorite pieces are the ones that challenge me, artistically, and, most often, VERY personally. Artistically, I get a kick defying the directions on a product: "Not suitable for fabric". Oh yeah, you should see my apron. "Do not dilute"...And yes, I do regret that I've inhaled a little more embossing powder than needed, but hey, I was MAKING something!
Back to the ATC background challenge...Why is this challenging me? Methinks it has a number of reasons, so I'll offer them here to ponder and see what I think down the road. First, I'm still new at this empty nesting routine. It's anything but routine, and my research shows I'm not alone. I'm rediscovering who I am. I'm not a stay-at-home-mom in the standard sense. I no longer own a paper arts and crafts store. I no longer manage an office, run the neighborhood pit stop or show the scouts how to make a woven basket from a paper sack (*note - remember that one, it could use a makeover, maybe miniature with different materials). What is the challenge? I know, I'm being pessimistic. At least I'm being honest. Again, I ramble.
Color Therapy. Blue and Green lines, splashes of lime. Leave some white. Leave some white. Leave some white. Eureka, that's it! I need to LEAVE SOME WHITE! okay, don't expect anyone else to get it, but I'm gonna go leave some white...
I close my eyes. Pick a color. Scribble a line. But I can't even choose the background material or the mediums...and trust me, I've mixed a lot in the last day. Canvas and fabric and watercolor paper and acrylic and dyes and pastels and funky rusty findings - with the aftermath of cutting boards, tools and adhesives all over one of my tables. Good grief. I should be counting my blessings I have so much space to spread out on.
I'm trying too hard and it's bumming me out. I'm frightened to be discovered a BAD artist. Or not worthy of calling myself an artist, or for a 'real' artist to label me an inferior or imagined 'self-taught' one. 'crafter', though I see neither as derogatory, only the attitudes I know exist - but that's another posting...heck, I haven't even got around to putting any pictures of my stuff on here yet.
My favorite pieces are the ones that challenge me, artistically, and, most often, VERY personally. Artistically, I get a kick defying the directions on a product: "Not suitable for fabric". Oh yeah, you should see my apron. "Do not dilute"...And yes, I do regret that I've inhaled a little more embossing powder than needed, but hey, I was MAKING something!
Back to the ATC background challenge...Why is this challenging me? Methinks it has a number of reasons, so I'll offer them here to ponder and see what I think down the road. First, I'm still new at this empty nesting routine. It's anything but routine, and my research shows I'm not alone. I'm rediscovering who I am. I'm not a stay-at-home-mom in the standard sense. I no longer own a paper arts and crafts store. I no longer manage an office, run the neighborhood pit stop or show the scouts how to make a woven basket from a paper sack (*note - remember that one, it could use a makeover, maybe miniature with different materials). What is the challenge? I know, I'm being pessimistic. At least I'm being honest. Again, I ramble.
Color Therapy. Blue and Green lines, splashes of lime. Leave some white. Leave some white. Leave some white. Eureka, that's it! I need to LEAVE SOME WHITE! okay, don't expect anyone else to get it, but I'm gonna go leave some white...
Rainbow
"It's a good thing that when God created the rainbow he didn't consult a decorator or he would still be picking colors." (Sam Levenson)
We caught this amazing rainbow across the horizon, July, Daytona Beach.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
When she was glad,
When she was glad,
she was very very neat,
but when she was sad
the house was horrid!
Note the wallpaper on the kitchen counter, ripped down like a madwoman. Just gotta show a few of my friends who say I'm organized and neat - Hah!
she was very very neat,
but when she was sad
the house was horrid!
Note the wallpaper on the kitchen counter, ripped down like a madwoman. Just gotta show a few of my friends who say I'm organized and neat - Hah!
Nana & Poppa on the Ferry
I thought it'd be appropriate to share this to go along with the Random entertainers who allowed me to amuse them at the airport!
How's this for a view?
I took these on my phone cam in Agassiz - it's the back yard view at my younger sister's best friend's house. 'Betcha she counts her blessings often - isn't that beautiful?
Random at the Airport
Random moments - I love them! I ran across the following photos that I took last May when I was traveling to the northwest for a family reunion in Victoria, B.C.. The pics don't seem to fit with any of my scrapbooking projects, so I thought I'd use them here to (get back in the writing groove and) remind myself of the goodness in people. I had a bit of a wait at the airport on the return home. I was awash with all things fuzzy and feel-good, having giggled and sang and prayed and cried. While waiting, I wrapped my mother's hand knit maroon-pink shawl tighter around my neck and inhaled. I was bringing it to one of my daughters, a gift from her Nana that was smothered with prayers. Zoning out on the Downy-soft yarn, in the faint distance I heard my daughter playing her guitar. It wasn't a particular song, just a strumming that put me in a beautiful moment of gratitude for my husband, children, sisters and parents. I decided to 'follow the song', and was led to these two young gentlemen. I just had to listen. At first, I inconspicuously observed...and this is what I found:
Now ya gotta understand it wasn't easy to blend in, with this huge shawl around my shoulders. It didn't fit in my luggage, but was perfect for snuggling on the airplane. Not exactly a fashion statement, but who was I trying to impress? Trying to keep the tears from flowing, I decided to approach them. I asked if they would mind if I didn't sit a few seats away just to enjoy the music. When I started to explain that it made me think of my daughter, I just started bawling. Now I don't feel old at 43, but even now I wonder what these guys really thought of someone their mom's age bawling over their music, wearing a flannel hat, a big purplish shawl, and lola granola flip flops! As I recall, this guy was in his early twenties, married with children, military. His family is blessed - he was so nice to me, entertaining me with a variety of songs, with a special knack to come up with catchy silly tunes about anything and everything. What little I shared, he made up a song about me, about my daughter, about his life, about being in Afghanistan - he was at the same time a riot and righteous...like an angel sent to soothe my troubled heart in song.
The other guy, the one with the unruly hair and floppy hat reminded me even more of my daughter, his 'look', his style. He had his stories, as well, and it was, well, as my daughter would say, RANDOM! I spent probably a half-hour listening, then it was time to board.
I just chuckle to think back at the scene. How many people walked by, wondering if I was going to begin swinging my shawl around, dancing barefoot while one guy sang and played and the other did a drum-beat on the seat?
I could see my mother doing that. I could see my Grandma doing that. Why not I? I shall find my song, I shall dance in my dreams! (If anyone knows these guys, please tell them I'd like to thank them again for that random moment - they are proof positive of kind people in this world).
Now ya gotta understand it wasn't easy to blend in, with this huge shawl around my shoulders. It didn't fit in my luggage, but was perfect for snuggling on the airplane. Not exactly a fashion statement, but who was I trying to impress? Trying to keep the tears from flowing, I decided to approach them. I asked if they would mind if I didn't sit a few seats away just to enjoy the music. When I started to explain that it made me think of my daughter, I just started bawling. Now I don't feel old at 43, but even now I wonder what these guys really thought of someone their mom's age bawling over their music, wearing a flannel hat, a big purplish shawl, and lola granola flip flops! As I recall, this guy was in his early twenties, married with children, military. His family is blessed - he was so nice to me, entertaining me with a variety of songs, with a special knack to come up with catchy silly tunes about anything and everything. What little I shared, he made up a song about me, about my daughter, about his life, about being in Afghanistan - he was at the same time a riot and righteous...like an angel sent to soothe my troubled heart in song.
The other guy, the one with the unruly hair and floppy hat reminded me even more of my daughter, his 'look', his style. He had his stories, as well, and it was, well, as my daughter would say, RANDOM! I spent probably a half-hour listening, then it was time to board.
I just chuckle to think back at the scene. How many people walked by, wondering if I was going to begin swinging my shawl around, dancing barefoot while one guy sang and played and the other did a drum-beat on the seat?
I could see my mother doing that. I could see my Grandma doing that. Why not I? I shall find my song, I shall dance in my dreams! (If anyone knows these guys, please tell them I'd like to thank them again for that random moment - they are proof positive of kind people in this world).
Sunday Morning Quiet
I was a zombie on Saturday. My meds just seem to be knocking my sleep habits around. I briefly remember hubby waking, and next thing I know, it's 3 pm. He's already been out to fly his remote-control airplane - twice. He's tidied the house. And I stroll to the couch and sleep even more. Only to wake up and get back to the bed, finally waking up again this morning, around 5 am. That is a LOT of sleep. Guess I needed it. I'm doing housework, trying to be quiet so he can sleep. The laundry's going, the dishes done, and I'm trying to decide my priorities for the day.
I am excited about the Lawrenceville rubberstamping and paper arts convention this coming weekend. I haven't taken any classes since we moved from Ohio, and I feel like this is a big step for me to come out of my cave...for the past number of days I've been trying to find inspiration for the ATC 'Aloha' theme contest. I've tried a number of ideas out, but they don't seem to be 'it'. If you do a search on the meaning of Aloha, it's wonderful - there is a very deep meaning to the Hawaiian language...and I want to show that in my cards. I have the standard mediocre ideas - sun-scapes, beaches, flip-flops and such, but it isn't portraying the deeper meaning of Aloha. I want to paint Divine Breath, to portray the spiritual meaning. Then my inner critic tells me that I need to make something 'normal', something obviously Aloha-ish. I took pics of one of my pieces in various stages of creation, but it just wasn't going where I wanted it. I need to open my mind up and let it happen. I need to make the time to find the quiet places in my heart. I need to let my art start in my heart.
I am excited about the Lawrenceville rubberstamping and paper arts convention this coming weekend. I haven't taken any classes since we moved from Ohio, and I feel like this is a big step for me to come out of my cave...for the past number of days I've been trying to find inspiration for the ATC 'Aloha' theme contest. I've tried a number of ideas out, but they don't seem to be 'it'. If you do a search on the meaning of Aloha, it's wonderful - there is a very deep meaning to the Hawaiian language...and I want to show that in my cards. I have the standard mediocre ideas - sun-scapes, beaches, flip-flops and such, but it isn't portraying the deeper meaning of Aloha. I want to paint Divine Breath, to portray the spiritual meaning. Then my inner critic tells me that I need to make something 'normal', something obviously Aloha-ish. I took pics of one of my pieces in various stages of creation, but it just wasn't going where I wanted it. I need to open my mind up and let it happen. I need to make the time to find the quiet places in my heart. I need to let my art start in my heart.
Still that fear...
I admit it. I am afraid of sharing too much about myself in my blog, because I imagine that it puts me in a vulnerable situation. My ideas, my thoughts, the deepest parts of me exposed for anyone to dissect. Now that I'm trying to blog again, I've been surfing around the blogs that interest me, primarily the artsy ones. The bulk of them are simply that - but then and again one crosses an entry that changes your life. Like this morning, checking in on a friends blog. Her honesty is amazing - her ability to put it into words is a gift.
I am trying to remember how I first connected with her. Though I'm certain it was her coming into the rubber stamping/paper arts store I used to own, I can't recall what that 'zing' was. Maybe she showed me a piece of her work. Maybe I showed her something of mine. But there was a connection, and it's not until just now that I'm seeing it in a new light, a connection not just based on similar artistic interests, but spiritually.
So now I ask myself, just how much do I pen in the blog about it? Do I separate an Arsty blog with a Life blog? My heart tells me no - for I cannot separate my life from my art, for Life inspires my art, and each project is a piece of my life, a thread woven bringing me to who I am this moment.
Thank you, friend. You are beautiful. You bless my life. Your openness strengthens me to be honest with myself, and I have had a glimpse of God's work today, through you! Here's to art, here's to living!
I am trying to remember how I first connected with her. Though I'm certain it was her coming into the rubber stamping/paper arts store I used to own, I can't recall what that 'zing' was. Maybe she showed me a piece of her work. Maybe I showed her something of mine. But there was a connection, and it's not until just now that I'm seeing it in a new light, a connection not just based on similar artistic interests, but spiritually.
So now I ask myself, just how much do I pen in the blog about it? Do I separate an Arsty blog with a Life blog? My heart tells me no - for I cannot separate my life from my art, for Life inspires my art, and each project is a piece of my life, a thread woven bringing me to who I am this moment.
Thank you, friend. You are beautiful. You bless my life. Your openness strengthens me to be honest with myself, and I have had a glimpse of God's work today, through you! Here's to art, here's to living!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Aloha! ATC's
I'm fixin' to go out to the studio to work on ATC's for the rubber stamp and paper arts convention I'm going to in Lawrenceville. The theme is Aloha!. Hmmm. I've barely started to brainstorm, as it was only a couple days ago I signed up for classes. This is the first time since we moved to GA that I've attended, though I know what to expect from the one's I attended in Akron, OH, along with Retailer Conventions (Chicago, Massachusetts) and Vendor events (Garly Burlin). My most best-est favorite event I've ever attended was Artiscape...off the subject as usual...
So I'm going to this show and I (boo-hoo)don't have any friends to go with me. Such a hermit I've been here. I'm anticipating the greatest experience will be exploring the sacred meaning of this beautiful word...Aloha!.
Aloha: [Alo = presence, front, face] + [hâ = breath]
So I'm going to this show and I (boo-hoo)don't have any friends to go with me. Such a hermit I've been here. I'm anticipating the greatest experience will be exploring the sacred meaning of this beautiful word...Aloha!.
Aloha: [Alo = presence, front, face] + [hâ = breath]
Kindred Spirits
"There's such a lot of different Anne's in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable but then it wouldn't be half so interesting."
-Anne in Anne of the Island (Anne of Green Gables).
Today, thus far, I've been a paperwork and homemaker Anne. Adding my daughter to the car insurance. Juggling funds. It's only halfway through the day but I'm mentally tired and the tips of my fingers are tingly, making it hard to type - The heat wasn't working this morning, as I found out when Michael brought me my morning coffee: What a jilt the hot cup and his cold hands were! So the heating crew is here, replacing a motor, and I felt awkward watching over their shoulders when I didn't have a clue and didn't feel like small talk. Especially because their southern drawl is so strong, I'm not quite sure I know what their saying. No worries, though, I'm pretty confident in my service-person etiquette and common sense.
Fingers are warming up a little bit. I just made another pot of coffee. If you're reading this you're at the very beginning of me starting this particular blog. It will progress, and I know one thing I want to make sure is that each entry is written to somehow enrich another person's life, that I am honest, and that I practice optimism. I don't want a cranky whiney blog. Kinda hard when I'm wearing layers and it's almost warmer outside than in the house.
Just so ya know, I'm a bit nervous about a blog because I tend to ramble and yet I know that part of that's a blessing since many of my ideas come from the rambling, whether it's in the spoken or written word, or in even better example, my many projects that I float around, stopping here and there to tweak, refine, demolish and build anew.
Here's a tidbit for today, and I send happy thoughts to those who find meaning in any portion of it. Some time ago my mother shared with me a motivational quote - the part that sticks with me right now is the first one. This day only, one day at a time. Live in the moment. On a day like today I am struggling to slow down and not worry about unexpected expenses, car trouble, poor health, bad news. "God, I need a break!". It never ceases to amaze me how a mere 5 minutes in the sun or even 30 seconds with my head submerged in a hot bath can recenter my focus.
There are a few variations on this quote and conflicting findings on the author of the quote, so if anyone knows the true author, let me know.
-Anne in Anne of the Island (Anne of Green Gables).
Today, thus far, I've been a paperwork and homemaker Anne. Adding my daughter to the car insurance. Juggling funds. It's only halfway through the day but I'm mentally tired and the tips of my fingers are tingly, making it hard to type - The heat wasn't working this morning, as I found out when Michael brought me my morning coffee: What a jilt the hot cup and his cold hands were! So the heating crew is here, replacing a motor, and I felt awkward watching over their shoulders when I didn't have a clue and didn't feel like small talk. Especially because their southern drawl is so strong, I'm not quite sure I know what their saying. No worries, though, I'm pretty confident in my service-person etiquette and common sense.
Fingers are warming up a little bit. I just made another pot of coffee. If you're reading this you're at the very beginning of me starting this particular blog. It will progress, and I know one thing I want to make sure is that each entry is written to somehow enrich another person's life, that I am honest, and that I practice optimism. I don't want a cranky whiney blog. Kinda hard when I'm wearing layers and it's almost warmer outside than in the house.
Just so ya know, I'm a bit nervous about a blog because I tend to ramble and yet I know that part of that's a blessing since many of my ideas come from the rambling, whether it's in the spoken or written word, or in even better example, my many projects that I float around, stopping here and there to tweak, refine, demolish and build anew.
Here's a tidbit for today, and I send happy thoughts to those who find meaning in any portion of it. Some time ago my mother shared with me a motivational quote - the part that sticks with me right now is the first one. This day only, one day at a time. Live in the moment. On a day like today I am struggling to slow down and not worry about unexpected expenses, car trouble, poor health, bad news. "God, I need a break!". It never ceases to amaze me how a mere 5 minutes in the sun or even 30 seconds with my head submerged in a hot bath can recenter my focus.
There are a few variations on this quote and conflicting findings on the author of the quote, so if anyone knows the true author, let me know.
Just for today, I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime.
Just for today, I will be happy. This assumes to be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be."
Just for today, I will try to strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.
Just for today, I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my "luck" as it comes, and fit myself to it.
Just for today, I will exercise my soul in three ways: I will do somebody a good turn, and not get found out. I will do at least two things I don't want to--just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it
Just for today, I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticize not one bit, not find fault with anything and not try to improve or regulate anybody except myself.
Just for today, I will have a program. I may not follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision.
Just for today, I will have a quiet half hour all by myself, and relax. During this half hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.
Just for today, I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Blue Willow
Michael and I went to The Blue Willow in Social Circle with Tony, who was in town from Salt Lake City. I've been wanting to go there ever since we moved here. Here's the link if you're ever in the area - it was a yummy down-home southern buffet, very reasonably priced...www.bluewillowinn.com.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Where to go with this?
I signed up today for classes at the Lawrenceville, GA Heirloom Productions Rubber Stamp and Paper Arts show in a few weeks. I haven't been to one since we moved to GA.
http://www.heirloompro.com/shows-Lawrenceville-02-2-08.html
I'm not at 100% today. My doc upped a few of my meds and I'm just so tired all the time. I don't feel like the me I want to be. I want my enthusiasm back, I want to watch the birds at my feeders. I want to fit into my skinny jeans. I want my like-minded friends to come over for coffee. I want a job that pays. Feeling needy - not very optimistic today. Blah. Mid-winter blues. I feel like a contradiction. Nothing that tortilla chips and jalapeño queso dip won't fix, though. And maybe check out this wish list and do some dream shopping. Now that my studio is getting back into shape, I'm frustrated I can't find my craft knives, or that my cutting mats are all stained and too small for many of my projects. I need a Julia Cameron affirmation to close up my day...
http://www.heirloompro.com/shows-Lawrenceville-02-2-08.html
I'm not at 100% today. My doc upped a few of my meds and I'm just so tired all the time. I don't feel like the me I want to be. I want my enthusiasm back, I want to watch the birds at my feeders. I want to fit into my skinny jeans. I want my like-minded friends to come over for coffee. I want a job that pays. Feeling needy - not very optimistic today. Blah. Mid-winter blues. I feel like a contradiction. Nothing that tortilla chips and jalapeño queso dip won't fix, though. And maybe check out this wish list and do some dream shopping. Now that my studio is getting back into shape, I'm frustrated I can't find my craft knives, or that my cutting mats are all stained and too small for many of my projects. I need a Julia Cameron affirmation to close up my day...
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Count your many blessings!
From 2002-2006, my mother-in-law, Peggy and I operated a 1400 s.f. retail rubberstamping, scrapbooking and paper arts store in Mansfield, OH. In 2006, Michael and I moved to the Atlanta, GA area due to his job relocation. While I really miss being close to family, this has been an interesting transition for me, full of changes. In 2005 our twin daughters graduated from high school, followed by our son in 2006. When talking about being a mother of twins, for instance when a young mothers asks "how did you do it?", I have to shake my head. I don't know. "...they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint..." (Isaiah). And looking back at the middle and high school years, I didn't know then. Now, the stage is the one called empty-nesting; the college years; the rediscovering-your-Self years...and the falling-in-love-with-my-husband-all-over-again years (I know, I'm blessed to be in love with my husband as I am, and he with me)!
I ramble. Not that that's a bad thing. I even looked it up and found a definition to be a positive thing, a happy-go-lucky wanderer. I will indulge you...
When HAS there been a slow time in my life, a time when things become relatively routine, most things are in order, and I feel in control of my present and optimistic about the future? I haven't had a lot of 'slow' times. But I tell you this: When we left OH for GA in the summer of 2006, time was slow but events were a blur. I'd just left the retail store, giving over my half of the ownership back to Peggy. I had medical issues, primarily: depression. My youngest was graduating. One of the girls was attending Ohio State University (Go Buckeye's!!!), and the other had left for adventure in the Rockies, with unbelievable artistic aptitude and a love for snowboarding and skateboarding. Michael and I sold the house, lived in corporate housing for a bit, then found our wonderful home and moved in early August, 2006.
Finding the house is a story in itself. We had a wonderful Realtor, a relocation specialist who went to great lengths to help us find a place that met our needs. Though to this day, I'm not really sure what she was thinking when we told her one of the criteria was that we could run around naked in the back yard. That was a given. The kids were on their own, and if we needed to go outside and change the sprinklers or fill a bird feeder or get a sunburn on unmentionable places, that was our god-given right! So GET THIS! Not only did our house have a backyard to do just that, it had a wooded area with a creek, perfect for my love of nature, albeit I've never lived this far south. The deciding factor however, was the studio. Okay, others called it a Workshop. And part of it is still a workshop. But it's MY studio, my creative place where I can do just about anything. ( started with 1/3 of the space, thinking a 12x20 area would be more than enough. We had space for garden supplies, camping and outdoor stuff, and even our fitness equipment with corner weights, a treadmill and punching bag, set out on one of those puzzle-mats. On top of that, Michael had his corner for the workshop, with garage access for auto, motorcycle, remote control planes, paint ball gear, winemaking supplies...he had his blissful workshop, and I, well I was ecstatic - I insisted on 1/3 of the space, but Michael finally convinced me I needed 1/2...so my dear friends, I have - thank you, Jesus, Praise God!, over 400 s.f. to dabble around in. It gets really messy. Then I go ballistic and get everything all organized, only to get it messy again. I am so excited...It's been a rough fall and winter with (as always) many changes and challenges, so I feel like I am 'coming back' to the person I want to be, the me that I know is my truest me, quirky as I am.
I have so much to be thankful for. My friends, count your blessings.
I ramble. Not that that's a bad thing. I even looked it up and found a definition to be a positive thing, a happy-go-lucky wanderer. I will indulge you...
When HAS there been a slow time in my life, a time when things become relatively routine, most things are in order, and I feel in control of my present and optimistic about the future? I haven't had a lot of 'slow' times. But I tell you this: When we left OH for GA in the summer of 2006, time was slow but events were a blur. I'd just left the retail store, giving over my half of the ownership back to Peggy. I had medical issues, primarily: depression. My youngest was graduating. One of the girls was attending Ohio State University (Go Buckeye's!!!), and the other had left for adventure in the Rockies, with unbelievable artistic aptitude and a love for snowboarding and skateboarding. Michael and I sold the house, lived in corporate housing for a bit, then found our wonderful home and moved in early August, 2006.
Finding the house is a story in itself. We had a wonderful Realtor, a relocation specialist who went to great lengths to help us find a place that met our needs. Though to this day, I'm not really sure what she was thinking when we told her one of the criteria was that we could run around naked in the back yard. That was a given. The kids were on their own, and if we needed to go outside and change the sprinklers or fill a bird feeder or get a sunburn on unmentionable places, that was our god-given right! So GET THIS! Not only did our house have a backyard to do just that, it had a wooded area with a creek, perfect for my love of nature, albeit I've never lived this far south. The deciding factor however, was the studio. Okay, others called it a Workshop. And part of it is still a workshop. But it's MY studio, my creative place where I can do just about anything. ( started with 1/3 of the space, thinking a 12x20 area would be more than enough. We had space for garden supplies, camping and outdoor stuff, and even our fitness equipment with corner weights, a treadmill and punching bag, set out on one of those puzzle-mats. On top of that, Michael had his corner for the workshop, with garage access for auto, motorcycle, remote control planes, paint ball gear, winemaking supplies...he had his blissful workshop, and I, well I was ecstatic - I insisted on 1/3 of the space, but Michael finally convinced me I needed 1/2...so my dear friends, I have - thank you, Jesus, Praise God!, over 400 s.f. to dabble around in. It gets really messy. Then I go ballistic and get everything all organized, only to get it messy again. I am so excited...It's been a rough fall and winter with (as always) many changes and challenges, so I feel like I am 'coming back' to the person I want to be, the me that I know is my truest me, quirky as I am.
I have so much to be thankful for. My friends, count your blessings.
Vulnerable
Here I am on a Sunday night, Michael and I enjoying being in the same room and dinging around on our laptops. AJ is curled up on the afghan beside me, and Vail and Aspen are playing laundry helpers on the pile of clean towels on the bed. Sir Galahad, bless his 9 lives, just doesn't seem very comfortable. He's 13 years old now, so he could have a while before he goes, but he's just getting so thin and his wounds from this last battle with a squirrel just aren't healing like they should. This is my first post for this new blog. I am not sure where it will take me, but I am sure it is a journey that will enlighten myself, and I hope, others. Follow me on my path to discovery of who I am now that my children are grown and I enter a new stage of life. Come into my world, where I will expose my flaws, vulnerable and subject to critique. I test my own truths and open my mind to the universal consciousness, I bow before the throne of my God, I lift up my hands in gratitude for the sanctity of life. Here, you will discover idiosyncrasies. I am my worst critic, and on many days I question whether or not I qualify as an artist. For those entering the world inside this blog, I pray that you will discover your personal bohemian spirit, and let go of the rules with a child-like enthusiasm that will make you smile and sing and laugh and dance. Live well, my friends who enter.
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