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!
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