you never cease to amaze me. in certain situations, you seem to last forever...the excruciating pain of waiting for a test result, an apology, christmas morning when you're 7. and in others, you are gone in a blur...difficult to imagine how the hours could pass so easily while creating a piece of art, playing with children.

there are so many ways to describe you...in hours, seconds, decades, lifetimes...so many reasons to love and hate you. most agree there is never enough of you...most would pay top dollar for just a bit more. we seem to always be racing against the clock...timelines, to do lists, schedules, alarm clocks. how can we enjoy just this one moment in time?

the time of our lives...is it right now? has it already passed...or do we spend every minute trying to get there? oh time, you never cease to amaze me...


discovery #37

the joy of mime

yesterday was the last day of the summer series where i volunteer and we had the pleasure of spending time with "dan the mime." he is so awesome, i had to find him on youtube for you.  the kids went crazy...it was so much fun to see their smiles.  enjoy...



i am going here this weekend. just thinking about it makes me smile. 
i am happy...blissfully happy...when the car soars over the bridge.
i am inspired when i'm here. i have no worries when i'm here.
i feel blessed to have the opportunity to visit so often.
to share the experience with all of my friends.

to sit on the balcony and watch the pelicans swoop down into the sea.
to hear the waves lap on the shore.
feel the wind curl itself around me, play with my hair.
the salty sea air beckons me...


discovery #36

the feel of rain on my face

how often as adults do we run from the rain? hide from it--under an umbrella, in our car, a jacket held over our head? like the wicked witch, it's as if we might melt if the liquid touches our skin...or god forbid, our hair! i am guilty of this myself...i carry an umbrella in my bag, have another in my car. i avoid starting a run if there is even a chance that it may interrupt me.

but today i had the chance to truly enjoy the feel of cool drops on my face. the tingle of a spring shower on my arms as i rode my bike along the lonely path. rather than cursing the clouds and peddling faster toward the safety of cover, i savored it. in childhood we delight in these events...splashing in the streets with the neighbor kids, pointing our faces to the heavens, spreading our arms  to enjoy the moment.

i did that today. and it felt soooo good.


crazy days

ah...the crazy days of summer...so many things to do, so little time. i have so much to say, yet no time to get it all out. i will just have speak through images until the show is over this weekend and i can breathe again. don't get me wrong...i love this crazy life (i created it!), but sometimes somethin's gotta give.  enjoy...

i love how this installation turned out...a leftover album from the covers i used to paint on,
with cardboard squares i kept from our studio renovations.

this is a vintage poster i bought in seattle with my sister years ago...
wax, oil pastels, on an old wood panel found at a junk shop

i hung the whole show all by myself last night while david finished his mural! 
why does art look so much better like this?



silent saturday


please watch this

so, i usually don't look at the e-mail fwd's my dad sends me (they are generally politically charged crap that just make me mad)...but i'm so glad i opened this one, titled simply "inspiration." also a link to his website here.

p.s. if you're somewhere you don't want people to see you crying...watch this later...

dust if you must...

dust if you must.
but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture, or write a letter, bake a cake, or plant a seed.
ponder the difference between want and need.

dust if you must.
but there is not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
music to hear, and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.

dust if you must.
but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come round again.

dust if you must.
but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind.
and when you go, and go you must, you yourself will make more dust.

remember: a house becomes a home when you can write
"I love you" on the furniture.

{author unknown}
i dropped off a few VHS tapes at the duplication place the other day and out fell this piece of paper with my grandmother's handwriting at the top.  she had given the videos to my mother months ago so we could put them onto DVD and send back to her in illinois. i didn't even read the poem at the time...rushing on to the next errand on my list, but how delighted i was this morning to read these words.

i was planning to write a post about the creative overload i've been experiencing this week...how my brain feels like it could explode with all the ideas vying for space up there. i'm also fighting those your-house-is-a-filthy-mess-and-your-husband-went-to-work-in-a-wrinkled-shirt-this-morning demons. how nice it was for my grandma to let me off the hook!  (but guess what i did...a load of laundry, ran the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, and organized my to do lists) 

apparently feeling like i didn't HAVE to do it made me WANT to do it.  go figure.


summer daze

i volunteer at an amazing organization called bo's place...and yesterday was the first session of our summer daze series. i actually got to participate in one of the exercises led by some of the HGOco team. as i wrap up the first week in my flying lessons e-course, it seemed like a perfect thing to post to talk about my goals and fears.  if you want to give it a whirl...just fill in the blanks...

i hope...my article gets published. i hope i can finish the book.
i have learned...how important it is to have people to support and encourage me.
i believe...life is short. we need to make every day count.
i don't believe...in failing.
i fear...rejection. that my work will not be seen; my story not told.
i have seen...beautiful places all over the world.
i have never seen...the grand canyon.
i don't know...what happens when we die.
i wonder...what my life will look like in 10 years. will i have children?
i know for sure...i will always see the beauty in the world. we are all unique.
don't tell me...i can't.
i want...to be an author.
i have heard...the waves crashing at the beach.

i am...happy. grateful for the gifts in my life.


found art project

scoot on over here and check out this great project i've joined!!!  such a fun idea...i can't wait to spread some artsy love around houston. above is the art piece i submitted and it's being featured today!


best shot wednesday

from last weekend at the beach...

creativity bootcamp is starting this sunday and i joined the flickr group for the class today. it got me thinking about all the photos still sitting in my camera from the weekend, and i was inspired. i loved this one too much to pass it up for bsm. (working 12-hr days on sunday and monday is really messing with my posting!?!?)



a glimpse. a snapshot.
a moment in time.
fuzzy. a representation, not fully clear.
in the mirror, the pond...
is it me? who is she, this image gazing back?

today she is strong, brave fearless.
she smiles, confident in this knowledge.
we believe what we see.
is it real?
do our eyes reveal what our hearts only know?

reflections. ever-changing.
with time, with the wind--a ripple, a wrinkle.
capture this moment.
what do you see?