If you're unable to follow the "line" of thinking in the above sketch, you'll have a peak into how my brain works sometimes: disjointed, disconnected, wandering, incomprehensible. This page was made on the way back from a weekend in Asheville where I wandered in and out of gallery after gallery, fine arts, fine crafts everywhere! … Continue reading Wandering Thoughts
Category: Out of My Head
Whispering Colors
SPRING The sun is warm and vibrant on my skin today... strong shadows delight the eye. There is no color...yet. But I can hear the colors whispering in the ground and in the branches. The sun is tickling them. I sat out on our front stoop this weekend for just a few minutes of … Continue reading Whispering Colors
Dare to stay where you are!
There are certainly very difficult, painful moments and seasons in one's life for which we could understand a flight response to be totally reasonable. But seriously, people, standing at a stove, stirring, sauteeing, whatevering can manifest that same flight response in me! Same with laundry, dishes, vacuuming, etc. I am being encouraged by the writings … Continue reading Dare to stay where you are!
THIS moment is THE moment
The kind of "waiting" I'm a pro at, is the hand-wringing kind. You know, the oh-golly-i-don't-know-how-this-is-gonna-turn-out kind, or the i-gotta-do-somethin'-about-this kind, or the it-shouldn't-be-this-way kind, or the i-gotta-hurry-up-and-get-through-this-so-I-can-get-to-the-REAL-stuff-of-life kind. When I find myself in this state of "waiting" through life's moments, I do try to stop it. But I then typically fall into another kind … Continue reading THIS moment is THE moment
Waiting: Where Real Life Happens
Veteran's Day found me at home, with all three kids home from school, doing loads of laundry, grocery shopping, baking for a baby shower, cooking dinner and the endless dish washing that ensues. If I haven't ever said it plainly here, let it be known this day: THESE ARE NOT MY FAVORITE THINGS TO DO!! … Continue reading Waiting: Where Real Life Happens
Out of my head…
I cannot explain to you the whys and wherefores of where my creative path takes me. Sometimes I wonder if I walked around dragging a crayon behind me like Harold, drawing where it is I'm going creatively; the line would look like either a zig-zag, or a criss-cross mess of lines much like the "can … Continue reading Out of my head…