Thursday, January 23, 2014

crossing winter 2014

tomorrow is my birthday. today is Richard Dean Anderson's (MacGiver/Col. Jack O'Neill) birthday. Happy Birthday, my fantasy hero!! You are awesome!

as i navigate crossing winter this year, i have been faced with some overwhelming challenges, as i do most winters.  I learn from all of them, but sometimes lessons are hard and hurt a lot. But, then, aren't those the ones we learn the most from?

revelations learned crossing winter so far:
I am a wayfinder (thank you Martha Beck!).
I was created to help heal the world.
My wayfinder superpowers (thank you, Karl Staib) are: puzzle cracking and  imaginivity (to be defined in a future post).
And i am responsible for using them to empower others.

quote of the day that i LOVE:
"Brave Girls stay in the light and make brave choices that keep them out of darkness. Brave Girls get back
up when they have been hurt, and they move forward to help others who have been hurt, too."
(from BraveGirlsClub, Daily Truth, 1/23/14.)
Beautiful!!

Thursday, June 27, 2013

summertime!


It's summertime! And I am full creative mode. Don't know if it is biological, genetic or circadian, but waking up with sunlight streaming in the windows and hours of daylight left when I get home from work energizes me in all sorts of ways. As a result my studio is a mess, but my satisfaction level is flying high.

I LOVE combining all kinds of colors, textures and embellishments - which in my studio can be anything I find small enough to fit the project and capable of being attached to it. To the left is my Freak Flag (thank you Leah Shapiro!) which was so much fun to make I will probably make many more. Some of my other projects are posted here. I haven't quite got the hang of writing descriptions yet, but naming my projects has become a whole new creative outlet!

Monday, February 13, 2012

winter writing days

The first snow of the year brought with it a howling wind. I love to curl up on a frosty winter morning with my coffee, a purple pen and a notebook and let my creative wild child have all kinds of fun with words. Winter storms and cold weather are some of my best writing motivators. Maybe knowing that days like this are pretty rare releases me from the responsibility of my "normal" routine.  On days like this I think of my very ancient ancestors that found shelter from winter in drafty caves. Snug in my favorite chair, I am deeply grateful for the solid walls of my house that keep me so very warm when it is so very cold, for the soothing warmth of a cup of coffee, for the fact that it is so late in the winter that it will soon be spring!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

keep on keeping on

It is 6:30 in the evening, cold and dark outside, a winter storm moving in. Only 6:30? It feels closer to midnight. Mostly because I have been sitting in the same spot on my sofa all day hiding from the cold. After a rather rough night wrestling with a stomach bug, I am respecting my body's need to rest by napping, watching movies on TV and trying to stimulate my brain with iPod games.

I had every intention of keeping my blog more current this year with shorter posts and more pictures.  However, I am finding that waiting til I have a picture to include with each post is just one more obstacle to actually getting them done. And on this cold sluggish day, blogging seemed like the one productive thing I could get done today. ...

Friday, December 2, 2011

sounds of the surf

Up in the wee hours to write, draw and generally sneak in a little ME time before the workday begins.  I have my alarm (clock) set to go off around 5:30 but always seem to wake up before it goes off - just enough that it is too late to go back to sleep and get another good rem cycle in, but too early to actually get UP.  But today I got up anyway...remnants of daylight savings time (by which it is 5:30).  
My alarm is actually the sound of the surf.  It is a gentle and very soothing sound that I sometimes use to go to sleep by, too. I live nowhere near surf of any kind so I chose it to connect with the sea. I am not sure why. It is a gut thing. I have never lived near the ocean and have visited it only a few times in my life (I prefer mountains). Yet I LOVE the sound of the surf, and find myself frequently creating abstract seascapes in both fiber art and collages.  I do know that my ancestors were seafarers.  My ggggrandfather owned a shipyard in PEI and I believe his father owned either the yard or a ship in England, and his father before that, and so on.  And, obviously, all of my Euro ancestors crossed the pond at some point, since I am a north American several generations deep.  I fantasize that the lure of the sea is something like a genetic memory, a siren song from deep in my soul.  Not that I have any desire to sail on the sea, but I do enjoy recreating its colors and essence through art.  
The sound of the pounding surf waking me from sleep seems gentle and nurturing. Admittedly it does wake me slowly and there have been occasions when that was not a good thing (like when I have to race around like a madwoman to catch an early flight). But usually, I do better during the day if I am not jolted out of sleep by a jarring and abrasive clanging or buzzing of some sort.  My surf alarm is one of the things I do for myself, I guess. Since I have to get up by a certain time to make it to my day job, I choose to be pulled into the day with the soothing sounds of the surf.  Like my collages, my morning is embellished by contrasts - sounds of the surf, frequent dry dusty winds and either brutal heat or bone-chilling wind-chills.  Gotta love it!

Saturday, September 3, 2011

where have the words gone?

it is a breath-takingly beautiful morning here in the middle of the record-breaking heat of summer.  the sun is just beginning to rise and a cool breeze provides just enough fresh air to keep the birds singing, the cats content, and me parked in a chair on the back porch.  it has been months since i could sit out here in the morning and enjoy my coffee.  it is bliss! so is the coffee!

i've been working on building up my blogging skills and creating more posts, but for a person that always has something to say, when i am faced with the blank white block of the posting screen, all of the sudden my brain dries up. as a lifetime journaler (pen to paper), word-flow has never really been a problem, and while there are times in my life when i just don't feel like 'writing,' at the times when i am driven to write, the words come. until i open up my blog to create a new post. i type a few words, backspace, type a few more, delete the whole line, get a fresh cup of coffee, type a whole sentence, backspace over half of it to correct the spelling of one word, and on it goes until frustration sets in and i decide that maybe today is the day to just work on the layout of the blog or the banner, or i know!...i need more photos, so i get my camera and go off to take pictures only to be side-tracked by the laundry, grocery list, you get the idea.

so, my flying friends, what do you do to keep the words coming and the blog posts flowing?


Monday, August 29, 2011

what i learned today...it's OK to play with your blog

Fears. Overwhelm. Yikes-what have i gotten myself into! It is incredibly scary to actually have traffic - i.e. visitors, like real live people - coming to my blog. Since its creation, my blog has been like my secret hideout - no one new about it but me and what I posted on it was for my eyes only.  No risk there, right?

Then I started an online class that challenged me to "go public" with my blog. So I did. And some of my online classmates visited my blog! (Thank you!) And some even left comments! (You are forever my angels!) What a rush! It felt so awesome to have real visitors and real comments. I reveled in the euphoric feelings of accomplishment. Ahhh.

Then, whammie!

fabricBeadsI committed myself to posting more often than a couple of times a year, sat down to create a new post and ...FROZE. What should I say?  What pearls of wisdom or gems of amusement will my 'followers' most love to read? For a person who always has something to say, I had nothing to say.  So I told myself that the 'look' of my blog was boring and needed to be refreshed. After all, taking care of the technical stuff was .... safe.  I could handle the judgement (self) there. So I tweaked this and bolded that and changed a few colors, created a background image.  I wasn't totally satisfied with the end result - my blog needs to be the perfect reflection of my artistic self, right?  But, I was still "involved" with my blog and thinking that the 'look' is a work in progress so it is OK to try out a few things.

However, I still faced a sense of frozen nothingness whenever my eyes roamed past the Create New Post tab. I slept on it, argued with myself about it and prayed about it.  Then, I woke up today hearing the whisper - "it's ok to play with your blog." I sat down, opened the editor and fiddled with the look and layout again.  Hmm.

I went to the online class topic for the day, it was about playing.  The whisper seemed to be more insistent, "It's OK to PLAY with your blog... ALL of it!" (divine intervention?)

....Oh, I get it!  Play with the posts!  Of course!

So I actually clicked the Create New Post tab and...whoa....here I go!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

waves of ideas

I am so grateful today for a day free of any obligations or responsibilities which made it possible to spend the whole long lazy morning in my studio with paint up to my elbows creating away!  Those hours will make the coming week feel much more balanced somehow.  

A year or so ago, I came to realize that the daily "fight" to find time to get into the studio and paint/stitch/glue was sucking an incredible amount of joy and energy out of my life.  My corporate day job often felt like a big hole of emptiness right smack in the middle of my creativity.  All day, everyday, in the back of my mind was the mantra "when I get ....... done, then I can get into the studio..." only there was always something else that just had to get done.  

One day, I woke up more than an hour before the alarm went off, wide awake, and the desire to get on up and get into the studio was so strong that I just did it.  And it changed everything!  That hour of creative immersion in the studio before I started my "day" energized me more than a pot of coffee. I was so infused with positive energy that day, that I did the same thing the next day, and then the next and the next.  

Several weeks after this new routine, I realized that I was no longer spending the day swimming upstream manipulating a 'current' of responsibilities trying to get into my studio. Starting my day in the studio, even if it is just for 20 or 30 minutes, takes the "fight" out of the day and has given me a tremendous sense of accomplishment and peace.  


Thursday, August 18, 2011

I am so full of new information and ideas this week that I think my brain is going to explode! It seems like just when I think I have a moment to gather my thoughts and maybe even sit down to create some art, whoosh! - life rushes in and sweeps me off into my day.  What an exciting adventure it all is.  But I am thinking maybe I need to MAKE time for a few quiet moments - like lunch hour by the pond to watch the ducks and birds ...

Thursday, August 11, 2011

what i learned today...flying lessons

For the last few days I have been blissfully immersed in Flying Lessons, an online class I am taking that is so phenomenally awesome I have become literally obsessed with it. The focus of the course is building your online artsy business and I find myself using every possible free moment to read the posts and all the comments.  I am wondering how much sleep I can give up to follow up on all the ideas that are taking root and still maintain the appearance of a sane person!  I enrolled in the class hoping to find inspiration and new energy for starting yet another business project, and WOW, have I found inspiration and energy. Now the challenge is to make time for the rest of my life!
Interestingly, as an individual who feel intimately connected to nature and the weather, after a summer of brutal heat and drought, I have noticed that as I have begun to open up and move past fears of inadequacy and vulnerability as an artist, cooling showers and summer thunderstorms have moved into the area, providing both relief and energy.  I just love flying!!!!


Stay tuned, my art will magically find its way to this site soon!