Divine Redesign

The leaves are changing rapidly now, and some have already fallen. I will miss Summer even though it was hellishly hot and humid. My garden was a challenge this year, trying to keep it moist and fed in the heat. Vegetable production was modest, however, the cucumbers were indeed prolific. Not enough recipes in the world to use so many! Never did have any cool nights to use the fire pot. We did create a fire pit out in the yard - waiting anxiously for a cool night to break it in. Fall is coming, finally.

Being very careful to reject the the primal hibernation preparedness syndrome I always get this time of year. It often brings a deep sadness, a quest for food, weight gain, lethargy and isolation. As much as I honor these primal instincts, it is bad for me. Decided to reorganize my bedroom to assuage the nesting instinct. This is good. Divine redesign.

It Did Not Go So Well

I got stalled on the cleaning thing. I hate when that happens. I really want to switch to the fall/winter clothes and I am stalled because today is around 95 degrees outside. Will overload with caffeine and start up again tonight. I have been watching the HOARDER shows on TLC and DHC and that scares me into getting organized. Junk mail that I have been saving to cut up for artwork -- must die. Thank God I only own 5 pairs of shoes. . .

I have attempted to go minimalist over the past few years, and it worked for the most part. However, since then I have started to accumulate stuff to make art (found objects and images) and have no place to store them. I need a studio! 

Karmic Cleaning

It is the time of year for me to get my life back in order so the next wonderful can take its course. This means cleaning! Washing the floors, window sills and windows and everything else that needs it. The dust balls must come out of the corners, the books must stand up again, the clothes need to be put away in the drawers. The extension cords need to get under control, the junk mail thrown away, the art supplies put on the shelf, the pencils sharpened, the ashtrays washed, the angel altar rededicated. For me, this activity is always inspiring. It opens the windows to more good energy, good deeds, good people in my life, and a huge sense of I can. Accomplishment of small things allow incredible life flow.

So . . . Here I Go

From the email I got from Kim about attending teachers orientation starting Monday, it looks like I will be teaching at Christina Cultural Arts Center this fall! 

Out of the blue . . .  I have always known that change comes from unexpected directions. And here it is. Now, to retrain my brain back into artist and teacher mode. Yikes. I also know that the universe does not give us things we can't handle. So . . . Here I go.

For Liz and Pepper

May your hearts be linked together in love forever. Unconditional love is the purest love and we work hard to succeed in accomplishing this within our family all our lives. I believe it soars far more easily and bountifully between pets and their people. It is so hard to lose a fur friend and we know they will never be replaced. Here's to Pepper who was full of spice and had sparkling eyes. She was the queen of her household. Pepper, there is a special place for you at the Rainbow Bridge and you mom will meet you there. Say hello to Nemo for me and give him a hug from me.
http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm

Maybe It Is My Time

I got a phone call this morning from Kim at Christina Cultural Arts Center. She asked if I wanted to be considered for teaching positions coming up this fall. This proves the theory that change comes from unexpected directions. Of course, I said yes. I should hear from her again by the end of the week. This could be excellent. It does mean getting back into learning and teaching mode, which I've been out of for quite a while now. I will take the plunge. Maybe making art over the past 2 years has led me to this path. We shall see . . .

For Dearest Catherine

This post is dedicated to my dear friend Catherine, whose husband is struggling with brain tumors. Her life has changed dramatically, and she no longer has the husband she married, but a man turning into a child who can't do things for himself anymore. He can't eat with a fork. This is so sad, and just an indicator of what is to come. His treatments are over, and now it is just a matter of time. So sad. I thank God every minute of the day that I have been spared from this kind of sadness, so far. It was different with my mother. It was more clinical than emotional. This is so different. God, please give Catherine all the strength she needs to get through this with Tim. Please give her a guardian angel to take care of her. Amen.