Thursday, September 11, 2014

September Once More

THIS seriously has to stop! Today my doctor asked if I was still writing. "No," I said. "Too bad," she said. "Yes, isn't it?" I replied. So what's been going on this awesome month of September? We camped over Labor Day on our property in the hills above the city. It was so quiet and beautiful. Great weather and a beautiful moon to enjoy every evening. Fire danger in the woods is high so our campfire was very small. Guests came up to join us for the day or even two or three days, in some cases. We enjoyed having the family up and the children found our creek is full of small frogs. We were spending our last night of summer in our small trailer on the land when it was discovered we weren't alone. A field mouse had invaded with his sights set on a portion of our chocolate. There was a rustle in the bag of Hershey Kisses, flashlights and cursing, and the mouse jumped out of my clothing bag, onto the seat cushion, down into the cushion and disappeared. The Mister discovered his escape route and the next morning sealed it up. There will have to be more "sealing" done or he and his kin will move in this winter when we're not there very often. For now we are back home with running water, HOT water, flushing indoor toilets and the only nuisance we're battling is the sugar ants. TODAY is September 11th, and usually I make "Living Leaves" of paper to hang in the trees and commemorate the day. Not this year however. I seem to be unable to plan ahead for these events. They sneak up on me and then there's not enough time to do something proper.
Remembering again everything I used to be able to get done in a week - when I was full-time employed, had three kids, made dinner every night, made their lunches, etc. - and now I am barely able to clean the kitchen counter, go shopping for groceries and answer email. No kids, no full-time job; what's the problem? ON to other things: Yesterday I met with a landscaper and we talked about turning our front yard into a grassless area with a dry river rock stream.
The ferns we have in front of our house could go alongside the "stream" and look very nice under the magnolia tree (which will constantly be dropping its leaves and such). Anyway, life is going along fairly well (personally). Let's hope the latest convolutions in our world's tortured peace-path smooth out with the least loss possible - femminismo

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Journal page for January 16

Behind and getting behinder ... but trying to catch up. The quiet of the afternoons should be inspiring me, but I find myself getting way too cozy with my knitting. Until next time - femminismo 

Saturday, January 11, 2014

A little good stuff each day

Been doing other interesting things and got behind on posting my journal project. But since the overarching theme is "go gently" I've been easy on myself. (Real easy ... perhaps too much so.)

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Go Gently ... little bird

Today: Day 7 in the 30-day journal with Lisa Sonora. The writing prompt is "go gently."

Ask yourself where in your life do you already go gently. Hopefully there are many places and you (and I) are careful not to ask too much of ourselves or others.

Love - femminismo

Monday, January 6, 2014

There is a crack in everything

January 6 - 30-day journal

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

- Leonard Cohen

The crack that lets the light come in can also allow inspiration to occur. What a concept!

Until I made the list of things I could offer imperfectly, I didn't realize how many more things I could offer (and try without much anguish). Allowing yourself to do things imperfectly sure gives you more to try - femminismo

Sunday, January 5, 2014

My purpose here

Your purpose in life is to find your purpose and give your whole heart and soul to it. - The Buddha

I am here to ... make life better.
I could imagine giving my whole heart and soul to ... art.
When it comes to finding my purpose, I feel ... I am getting closer. - femminismo

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Make Your Soul Grow

This 4th day of the 30-day jouraling, the quote by Kurt Vonnegut is "To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it."
In addition to the art on this page - fiddling with glitter and tape and stencils - I visualize my soul on art and look at how it glows!
I wear my creative crown and strive not to give up, be gentle with myself and ignore my inner critic who is so tough on me - femminismo

Friday, January 3, 2014

Cultivating the roots

Roots are the way we all begin. Latched on to the uterine wall drinking in the nourishment. It is also what we must encourage so we can continue to grow. That's why I'm taking part in the 30-day journal project. Roots are the theme today and the writing prompts concentrate on this. I liked thinking about which of my roots needs the most care and tending - femminismo

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Thinking Very Hard Here ... about commitment

Yes, I am thinking very hard about the writing prompts given me for the 30-day journaling that began on New Years Day. It is only the second, but the writing prompts (from lisasonora.com) bring up issues I've dealt with before. Committing to journaling for 30 days is ..., To definitely commit myself to journaling I would need ..., and the things that tend to get in the way of my creative commitments include ... . Same stuff, different year. It's hard to commit to something. Means I have to follow through until the end. I need to MAKE the time, not have the time. Things that get in the way are ... what ARE they now? I am retired, so I have a whole 8 hours a day that I didn't have before. Time to buckle down and make the hours count for something. Actually, I am thinking about commitment in many sorts of ways ... femminismo

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Begin ...

I have started January with this 30-day writing/art journal page. The next pages contain my written material, with my brain jostled loose with a writing prompt. Beginning ... femminismo

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Cold Winter Benefits

Today I had a class with Valerie Pace Donley who taught us how to weave small purses (prayer bags, intention bags) from all sorts of fabric scraps and snips of yarn. It is sure to be fun to do - something to fill the hands during this cold winter. The cold winter also brought my son and daughter-in-law over since their pipes froze and they had no water. And then who stopped by but my daughter, with my granddaughter and her two boys: my two great-grandchildren. Phoenix was born on Dec. 2, so he is quite new! Alex is adjusting to being a big brother and is only a blur on the couch next to us. (I like my photo since it's blurry around the edges.) I am loving the extra time I have with retirement ... and the art I'm making is a great enjoyment - femminismo

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Lilith

Here is the almost finished painting from the Judy Wise class. I need to fix some things, but otherwise I had a great deal of fun. Merry Christmas to me - femminismo

Thirty-seven Days

I am imagining I have 37 days to live, inspired by the book "Life Is A Verb," written by Patti Digh (pron. "dye"). Coincidence? Perhaps not! And then later today at 9:30 a.m. (in only a half-hour) I will take a class with Judy Wise on "Intuitive Painting." I hope the results are marvelous and will post pictures of it soon. Between Patti and Judy and myself, I hope to regain some portion of my lost mojo - femminismo

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Starting A New Chapter

Yes, here I go, starting a new chapter. Lucky to be employed for the past 30 years at work that enabled me to put bread on the table and gas in the car. Lucky to leave each job at the right time. Lucky to get the next one. Lucky or taking advantage of opportunities - whichever. I am glad things have worked out. Yesterday I was given a retirement party and there were plenty of folks there I was happy to see. Isn't that the best party? So now I venture into another chapter of this book of my life. Take a gander at the table decorations for the party ... All of them represent something from my career in proofreading and publishing. And the time that's gone by has swooshed by! From working in an elementary school as an instructional aide in the 70s, going back to school full-time for a year in the 80s and then on to proofing, editing and publishing - it's been a good chapter in my life. Even though sometimes all I wanted to do was stay in bed and pull the covers over my head. Perseverance will get you almost anything - femminismo

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Life in the Fast Lane

I never know what my fingers are going to type on the Post "subject line." I guess I'm thinking of life in the fast lane because time seems to be zipping by. The Mister and I returned on July 2nd - back to the U.S. of A. from Italy. It was a great trip. We stayed at a small house on the Niccone Highway near Umbertide, south (?) of Florence. My directions, while traveling in the fast lane, are sometimes skewed. We visited Cortona, Assisi, Bevagna, Anghiari, Gubbio, San Sepulcro, Montone ... beautiful towns, all of them. Montone is still so peaceful. Gubbio was new to me. I hadn't been there before. The English lady was very lucky her husband built such fine gardens for her! femminismo

Sunday, May 12, 2013

A necessity once upon a time.

I found this in the linen closet this morning as I searched for a dust cloth. Just the feel of the fabric, the blue bunnies and stretching it on the surface of the bed ... imagining a sleepy or fretful or squirming baby ... took me back many years in an instant.
Happy Mother's Day to anyone who has ever used motherly instincts or actions toward any human being - femminismo

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

April 30 haiku and drawing

It's the NBA
I'm so relaxed on the couch
Please don't disturb me.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Haiku April 27

Flip the calendar
Time's an odd commodity
Here's to lots more years.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Haiku April 25

Chasing after thought
Butterfly wings brush my cheek
I forget sadness.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Haiku April 24

A bitter pink smell
Sensual center arching
Longing, luring me.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Haiku for April 20

Cold wax encaustic
Finding my way in this art
It's fun to play with.