It has been awhile since I blogged so happy New Year friends. I had a lovely New Years trip to Kauai and before that I was wrapped up in the holidays. I’ll admit to being a swirling mix of feelings this past couple of weeks; dismay, disorientation, disgust to name a few. I don’t talk about politics here but now is the time. I want a conversation, an exchange not just teams sunk in their own huddles listening only to themselves. So I must be part of that conversational solution. I’ll give you a little history. In 1992 my sister, mom and I (oh and half a million other people) marched on Washington in support of a women’s right to control her own body and for one last push for the Equal Rights Amendment (which didn’t pass so to this day women are still not named in the constitution…). So now as a new conservative government takes charge, I have a choice: hide or engage. I choose engage. Here is a quote that reminds me why my voice is important:
“Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable. Even a superficial look at history reveals that no social advance rolls in on the wheels inevitability. Every step towards the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals. Without persistent effort, time itself becomes an ally of social destruction. This is no time for apathy or complacency. This is a time for vigorous and positive action.”- Martin Luther King, Jr. in Stride Toward Freedom the Montgomery Story
I will admit that since that march in 1992 I’ve been more talk than action. I guess I thought the wheels were rolling forward so I could take my hands off the cart. I see I was wrong. But what I want to push for is conversation, for understanding and finding common ground. I have something in common with the anti-choice voice – I think we can both agree that abortion is not the best way to control birth. Now from there we diverge on how to prevent abortions but still we have common ground. But maybe, just maybe I can engage in conversation from that point of agreement, right? I’ll try. Tomorrow I march with friends in Sacramento, I march to remind myself that nothing rolls on the wheels of inevitability, I must put my hands to the cart to move the conversation, I want to be a voice of strength, love and inclusiveness, I want to engage with you and the world to ensure that the advances towards “liberty and justice” are truly for ALL. Thanks for reading – now take positive action – ENGAGE!
Here is a link to a great History of Planned Parenthood mini documentary that is very informative; I hope you’ll watch it.
I’ve been a bit wrung out these days, my to-do list just won’t get shorter, my sleep is off, the short days and early dark – you know what I mean – I’m out of whack, I’m in disequilibrium. So where the mind goes so goes the body and a few weeks ago I bent to zip my zipper or tie my shoe or something else innocuous – there was a loud pop in my neck and my range of motion stopped at about twenty-five degrees each way. Ok fine universe, I’ll do some stretching, etc and keep on going. Well let me tell you the universe did not abide, so last week after a regular teeth cleaning (nothing unusual) my jaw slipped out of gear just like the clutch going out in your car but this came with gnawing pain with every chew and my bite out of alignment….. OK, OK universe I get it – STOP – I added “take care of self” to my to-do list. There was a masseuse right here at the Ranch for the week – nothing was stopping me. So today (just hours ago in fact) I got an amazing massage!
I scheduled a 90-minute massage instead of just 60 minutes (a splurge I have never allowed myself), I told my masseuse of my woes and she got to work, she dug and pressed and smoothed every inch of me with her hot angel hands. While I was on the table an image of a strong, fierce, determined angel wringing out laundry along the Ganges came to mind. The masseuse was the angel, of course, and I the laundry, the pouring rain outside played the part of the mighty holy Ganges River. After almost 2 hours she left me – set out to dry in the tree branches along the riverbank. Neck is moving to 35 degrees each way now (not perfect – but better), jaw thinking about getting back to work (maybe a few more days). Thank you universe for reminding me to take care of myself – but next time can you just send me a text?
So here is your reminder before it’s too late- make time for yourself in the midst of your all your busy!
PS – Thanks Angel Anya for your strong hands and open heart!
It is hard for me to begin again. My dad died just over two weeks ago and I have struggled to write a blog post, since my last passionate one nothing seems as important. The ordinariness of the past two weeks feels like an insult to the intensity of the previous month. The every-day-ness is a affront to the powerful love and the concentration of feeling that went before. But likewise (and in contradiction to what I just wrote) the ordinariness is comforting. The sun sets, the sun rises and a new day begins. Work needs doing, groceries need to be bought, the car needs service, the dog whines for a walk….. The truth is my father wouldn’t have it any other way. He was a doer, a hard worker, someone who got things done. And so my work continues and this blog that he was so devoted to continues. My dad was possibly the first person to read my blog each time I sent it out, and while he rarely commented publicly he almost always sent a text or an email of encouragement and praise. That’s what is hard now – my dad was one of my biggest fans – forever cheering me on. And now he’s not there. NO, that’s not true; his legacy in my veins is made of stronger stuff than that! I hear his encouragement still in my ear, in my heart. So I guess I better get back to work.
Thanks to all of you who sent your kind words and encouragement over the past two weeks, you have buoyed my spirit and I am grateful.
This week has been full, and I mean full in every sense of the word: bursting, occupied, packed, saturated and satiated. There were so many deadlines and projects, meetings, activities… oh yeah and teaching, that this voluminous, chockablock week had my head spinning and my nights sleepless. But now that I’m on the other side I am able to sit in satisfied reflection of a week well done. What came to me this morning on my power walk in the woods with my little dog Lucky was the image of a lighthouse, not a lighthouse to show the way but a lighthouse whose gentle gyrating light spins out creativity. A kind of lighting of a creative torch that inspires someone else to light a torch and so on, an Olympic flame of creativity if you will.
I’ll try to explain what I mean by sharing some of the creative beacons from this week. It started with my assignment to put together center pieces for a dinner party held at The Bishop’s Ranch this week to honor staff and board members. I wanted something autumnal and warm but wasn’t sure what I wanted to do then a caught sight of a creative lighthouse via a blog that I follow by Jane LaFazio (link to her post). I took her idea and ran with it in my own way making a digital version that I could make many multiples of for the party of 60 plus guests. The photos below show the “grateful” tags I made to hang on the table trees and send home with the guests. Thanks Jane for passing the creative torch.
Then later in the week I got to be the creative beacon for someone else. I taught my first web seminar though interweave press, and Cloth Paper Scissors magazine. If you follow my blog you saw the plug for the class a couple of weeks ago. This was my first time teaching a live online class, I an wasn’t sure what to expect. Who would sign up? Could I share all the information in the time allotted? etc. But the class turned out to be wildly successful! I taught how to make the little luminaria pictured at the top and string light covers. I was told there were 90 people from all over the country who purchased the seminar and over 60 people participated live! The feed back great and there was a lot of enthusiasm out there in the internet airwaves to take this project out and share it with friends and family. I got the wonderful feeling that a lot of little lighthouses lit up and the creative torch was on the move.
The holidays are a wonderful time to let our creative lighthouses glow. Everything from fun party décor, homespun gifts, creative cards, family recipes shared, jams and cookies given. Like the old song says; This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine… You never know who you will arouse and inspire. I am grateful to all those who inspire me in big and little ways and I am honored to be able to spread a little creative light of my own along the way… Let it Shine!
PS.If you missed the online webinar about making the luminaria above you can down load the class and learn all about it. I will provide the link in a couple of days when the folks at interweave have it ready and posted on the web.
PPS. The winner of last weeks poll was image A, if you didn’t vote yet feel free to put your vote in the mix.
Hello dear readers, I haven’t forgotten about you. It has been several weeks and many miles since my last blog post but now I’m back in ordinary time swaying between computer screen and studio time. One of my summer endeavors is to do some sorting and packing and moving along of stuff, too much stuff, both in my home and studio. I find it especially hard to get rid of things in my studio, I might need that scrap of fabric, or dab of paste, I might want that old poster to cut up or weathered wood to work on, but space is limited and I find my creativity and my inner calm hampered by the clutter, so I sort. In the save pile I have a stack journals and sketchbooks. Not one of these is filled from cover to cover save for one plein air sketchbook (perhaps I should pay attention to that, but not for this post). Most of these journals were started at the beginning or end of something. Most detail love lost, or angst, or love and angst. One journal begins with being dumped but doesn’t continue on to brighter days of self-confidence and satisfaction. Another little book begins with a lovely inscription from my husband at the beginning of our infertility journey. He gave me the journal to help me during the daunting and rigorous infertility process, and a fine idea it was. But reading back I find that I journal the journey through only 3 of the 7 unsuccessful tries and not a note about the triumphant 8th and semi miraculous try that led to birth of our most amazing, gift of a son, Ivan. Some future reader thumbing these pages at a yard sale will find a picture of a woman of dark countenance and even darker future. But it isn’t so! Here I am, bright and shiny and filled with the joy of living. I just want to get that on the record. Until I sat down to write about these fragmentary texts stacked in my studio, I didn’t realize that this blog right here is my latest journal attempt, I am inching up to three years on this commitment! I will admit there are times when I’m not sure why I’m blogging, I have had confused conversations with people trying to describe the purpose of my blog. Many people want to know if there is a financial or career motive to my blogging. I would have to say there is no economic reason to blog and it’s debatable if there is any career advancing reason to blog. But here I am confessing to you. Ugh I’ve done it again, by blogging my thoughts I’ve come to the root of it. Perhaps it’s a confessional!? I’m not catholic, I fancy myself something of a christianbuddistpagen, but this act of writing to you, confessing to you, my desire to share something of my misgivings and transgressions with you as well as my triumphs and discoveries, is motivational. In the past when I kept a journal it was very insulated and internal, no editing for comsuption and so the thoughts are incomplete, bitter and bruised. But the act of blogging, has been a boiling down, a making of jam, taking the tart fruit and sugar of my life and adding the the spice and tang of you my subscribers, stirring and cooking, stirring and cooking, until a sweet concoction is achieved. So thank you for being out there in the ether, in the cloud, across the interweb, and down the street. I’ll keep at it if you’ll come with me to keep me honest.
I’d love to hear your experiences, struggles and successes, with journaling and blogging, how does it work and what does it mean to you?