Saturday, February 25, 2017

What Single Step. . . .

As the saying goes,
the journey begins with a single step.

Your mind may be a playground, 
but unless you unloose your creativity,
and make your mark,
your creativity might as well be imprisoned.

What single step can you take
to do something creative?

It doesn't have to be painting or collage or sculpture.
It might not be a symphony.
It might be creating a new dish from scratch
or making an artful arrangement of flowers
from the corner grocery.

It might be pulling together a vignette of pretty items
to display on a shelf.

Let your mind run riot with possibility.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Digital Collage

Created this on Polyvore a couple of days ago.
Woke up the next morning to find it had been included
in the Top Art Sets for the day.

Always a nice surprise.

The surprise last night was a 4.1 earthquake.
Not enough to do any damage,
but unexpected nevertheless.

Turns out we've been having swarms of small earthquakes 
in our general vicinity.
Wonder if that's a sign of something bigger in store.

I'd better get the breakables off shelves and counter tops.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Ode to Klimt

One of the cable channels featured
Woman in Gold
yesterday and I was reminded
that one of the groups I belong to
is having a contest where members
are encouraged to do Klimt-like collages,
using elements from his paintings.

So here are some of my efforts.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Saturday Morning Has Slipped By

As the saying goes,
nothing lasts forever.
Not even Saturday morning
when I'm up at 5:30.

Good thing there's another one
in seven days.

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Women in My Maternal Lineage

The women in my maternal lineage,
at least the ones I know about,
seem to have a strong dose of psychic ability
in their makeup.

One of my aunts was living in Connecticut
during the Second World War
with her military husband
and got on a train across country 
to her hometown in eastern Oregon
because she had a feeling
that something was wrong at home.
She was right -- her older sister 
had gone missing.
Everything turned out fine,
but Mona's intuition was spot on.

Her daughter, my cousin, experiences
a disturbance in the force when a loved one dies.
Sometimes they appear before her at what she later learns
was the moment of their death,
often to deliver a message.

When I was in high school,
one day when my mother was 10 minutes late
getting home from work,
I waited (in a state of agitation)
for the State Patrol to call to tell me
that she had been in an accident
and what hospital she'd gone to.
They called about 5 minutes after my nervous system
went to high alert.

Come to think of it,
it's not just limited to the females of the line.
Both my sons have strong intuitions,
though one of them seems more uncomfortable 
with the gift than the other.
The dreams he had, about things
that later happened,
were profoundly disturbing to him.
"Mom," he said. "Don't you think that's weird?"

"No," I answered. "When I was your age,
I was so used to that happening
that I just assumed everyone did it."

I haven't ruled out the possibility
that I'm living in more than one universe.
I know for sure that I walk between worlds.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Left Brain, Right Brain

Hmmm. . . . 
are you more like the umbrella woman
or the sunglass woman?

Left brain
Right brain
or a good balance?

Oh and by the way 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY in absentia

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Happy Valentine's Day

I very much want to believe in the magic of love --
the romantic kind, 
the "I've got you under my skin" feeling,
and that it's possible for me.

It took me so long to recover from loving someone
who had a tendency to love the one he was with
that I don't know whether it's possible
to love someone that much again.

For those of you who've found it,
cherish and celebrate what you've got.

Love is a many splendored thing.