Friday, July 31, 2009
Time for art this last month has been almost non-existent so the last few days I have set my alarm for 5:00 a.m. and have managed to get 2 to 2 1/2 hours in the studio first thing in the morning. It's been great, I feel fresh and I am very much alone, at the least for the first hour or so. The journaling reads:
"Lately I have been finding all kinds of feathers! Take flight Kimmer! I have also found: Most days I really do the best that I can - There is so much more to discover - I feel just the same inside as I did when I was a kid - My sense of wonder is unfathomable - Guidance has become an intricate and undeniable part of my existence - Love really is the answer"
Happy weekend to all. I am off to the cottage for a few days.
My quotes for the month:
"Don't be distracted by criticism. The only taste of success some people get is to take a bite out of you." from Zig Ziglar. And, "You achieve much once you stop telling yourself you can't do things." by Elizabeth Kadetsky
The second quote is very much along one of the themes of the Patti Digh/David Robinson class I am taking - about listening to the stories you tell yourself about yourself and how it is possible to consciously change "your story". It also smacks of Eckhart Tolle who is the first person I read who addressed the whole idea separating what my ego is telling me about myself versus what I hear as guidance and/or intuition. It's all very rich material.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
It's cause: flip-flops. The only time I get it other than flip-flop season is in the winter when I'm thinking of wearing my flip-flops. It's also hereditary because Riley has it too only we call his Croc toe.
It's raining this morning with promise of thunderstorms. We are off to do some shopping, hoping to find my magazines in Chapters and perhaps even a slim point and shoot which I've been saving up for. The boys are out for the new Wii sports game disc coming out. Selfishly I'm hoping they get it so that it frees up my afternoon for playing in the studio. Happy Sunday everyone, whether or not you suffer from flip-flop toe. I bet Brenda is wearing her flip-flops and sunscreen today.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
My last library trip had me bringing home the mother lode. I picked up "Sing Them Home," by Stephanie Kallos at the suggestion of Beth. I loved it, all 500 or so pages of it. The story line is improbable but took me right in, the characters are quirky but lovable and despite its length it read quickly. Sherry Lee has reviewed Kallos, "Broken For You," and I'm looking forward to getting my hands on a copy.
From there I read Edeet Ravel's, "Wall of Light", which I also loved. It takes place largely in Israel with the story line being told partly through someone's diary, another person's letters and directly by the protagonist. It flowed so well without real interruption, the only thing that disappointed me was I found the ending to be a little weak. But I am a big fan of Ravel and can't say enough good things about her other books I've read.
I waited to post this after I read Elizabeth Berg's, "Home Safe," because I usually get through her books pretty quickly. She is prolific but I don't find all her work to be outstanding. This is no, "Talk Before Sleep," or "Range of Motion," two of my favorites of hers (not counting, "Writing Down the Bones"). The real meat of the book comes only in the last thirty or so pages where she offers some perspective on relationships kids and their parents have with each other. I've just started another Jodi Picoult, I'm on fire for fiction these days.
This is mint:
This is not:
I like my tea and coffee cold and I have a pitcher in the fridge at all times of one of each. As soon as the mint is up in the garden in May I start putting it in my tea. Early one morning this week as I was drinking my tea I thought it tasted funny. A hint of mint but something else that wasn't, that something else was much more green. I fished around in the pitcher and dug out all the stems, examined them and realized I had pulled a nasty weed, washed it carefully to remove all the bugs and spider webs and popped it in my pitcher! I'm just glad I didn't poison myself.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I could have found many more things I would have written on my walls, could have inundated the tag with quotes but I did feel it was finished as is. I was pretty casual with the decorations, taking my inspiration from folk art. My journalling is, "It's All Good Baby!", "Love Is The Answer," and one I saw lately that I particularly liked (I think it was over at Kind Over Matter), "Be The Bomb!" - Scrapbook paper, ink, scrapbook embellishments and Letraset - I read somewhere that they don't make Letraset anymore - EGADS! - I have a small stock left over from art school so I will use it sparingly unless I can find someone else's old stock on eBay.
And this I saw over at someone else's Flickr site. Since it is question 26, that makes it half the year, so here is my "spread":
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Over the weekend I went with my sister to the annual 1001 Pots exhibit in Val-David, an outdoor pottery show that is really extraordinary. Despite the torrential rains I found some new friends - a bobble head and a birdbath.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Having one subject to concentrate on let me experiment with odd angles. I can tell already that it is going to be not only a fabulous, introspective class but something I really need, regardless of how much busyness I've set myself up for.
And something that was like a clonk on the head today as I was watching the class video and reading the notes was a similar theme to the Patti Digh/Richard Robinson - telecoaching class I'm taking part in. This segment's homework for that is to "locate" yourself - where you put yourself in a room, in the public, in the grocery store, in your world. That coupled with the instructions from Susannah Conway to see where you are in the world made me alter my focus a little more, a little deeper.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
And it wouldn't be complete without some videos, one very out of focus one wherein Riley throws it off of the balcony and the second of him taking it for a walk down our dirt road at the cabin (with an extra 15 seconds of video at the end with the lens cap on!). Art at its finest! I even managed to wreck the video, what a sense of freedom and creation! I haven't gotten to comment on much yet this week as I was telephone-less and internet-less for four or five days, but I'll catch up.
Monday, July 13, 2009
1) despite my extensive efforts to prove otherwise, having more than 2 vodka shots a day just doesn't agree with me;
2) I can survive without email and internet connection, although life if much more fun with them;
3) you need a barrage of supplies to entertain a six year old by day three of rainy weather;
4) you can count on getting wet when you sit near a six year old and a fifty-three-going-on-six year old who have an arsenal of water toys;
5) I do not want to live in a climate where it is 52 degrees in the morning in July;
6) you shouldn't eat food that has been in the cupboard for more than two years;
7) it is entirely possible to insert the blade in my old Gillette Sensor razor upside down; the blade is completely ineffectual in that position.
Today we had every kind of weather except for snow and hurricanes. Oh, and locusts if that qualifies as "weather" we missed out on that too. It was sunny. It rained. It poured. It thundered. It rained sideways. It rained straight down in buckets. And it hailed. Let's not forget the hail. A couple of shots outside my window:
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
P.S.The option of living in the shade is neither rational nor feasible. We have to be outdoors some of the time and there isn't always shade. Swimming is part of our family culture, it's good exercise and it's a lot healthier than staying indoors on a sunny day. I believe in kids spending time outside in an old fashioned way even though there seems to be nothing old fashioned about the holes in the ozone.
And...am I the only one who sees the endless possibilities for these lovely cardboard fruit baskets, even saturated with the nectar of the fruits?
Saturday, July 4, 2009
At times I feel like I lose my sense of humor. It might be nothing that triggers it, it might be hormonal. OK, there is something definitely related with hormones but I’m not talking about that kind of loss here. There are other times, cycles I might call them, when I also feel largely uninspired. I’m coming to understand that these cycles bring other things to me and I create differently during these cycles. But I don’t like it one bit. As part of a cycle it has to be a necessary part of when I do feel inspired, witty, and satisfied with my status quo. I tell myself to not be such a baby, put my best face forward, find the things I am grateful for. But there is no denying the feeling is there and so I go into a waiting pattern or a limbo. In my head I know that this too shall pass and I will once again feel that tug of excitement about everything, it's my heart that hasn't yet caught up with the notion.
Friday, July 3, 2009
He also joined me in various renditions of wrecking my journal. I finally breached one of my barriers and did a page I thought I would never do (more on this tomorrow). Riley was screeching and throwing the book around, having a grand time. I had to impress on him that all the usual rules applied to ALL OF OUR OTHER BOOKS AND OTHER PEOPLES BOOKS as far as being gentle with them and treating them respectfully and that this was a special book meant for ripping and rending. He got it but now wants his own wrecking book. I'm hoping to burn him out with mine.
The latest book I read came from my last library run. "Simple Recipes," by Madeleine Thien is a short story book and usually short stories don't appeal that much to me but the cover pulled me in and just something indefinable made me bring it home. It was a lovely collection of stories, all a little dark but I would read an entire novel about any of the characters she created. She has since written two novels from what I can find at Amazon so I'll be on the look out at the library for those.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
- Guest : house
- Impact : car
- Unplanned : pregnancy
- Tactic : crafty
- Delayed : annoyed
- Bombastic : explosive
- Comfort : bed
- Trumpet : ta-da!
- Joe : blow
- Budget : yuck
I knew I couldn't stay wordless on a Wednesday that was a day off for me. Thanks to all my American friends who acknowledged Canada's birthday.
On a totally unrelated subject, I am positively giddy that I have so much good stuff to read. From the library I still have two books, the S. Kallos, "Sing Them Home," (which I started in the tub last night) and an Edeet Ravel (title escapes me at the moment). For my non-fiction book I have started (I think this is what it's called), "Mindful Parenting" by Myla and Jon Kabat-Zinn. And when I was in the second hand bookstore this week I found Meg Wolitzer's, "The Ten Year Nap". I almost bought it two weeks ago at Chapters, but decided to wait to see if the library had it. I've read a number of her books, loved them all, the one that stands out is, "This is Your Life," which was made into a movie with Julie Kavner. Has anyone read The Ten Year Nap? I got it as vacation reading, if we decided to travel somewhere this summer, since it's a paperback and big enough for a week or ten day trip, but not so big it's onerous to carry. Love, love, love books and having so much good stuff in my pile!