Meri's Musings

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 today 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 calle...

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 SUSAN B. ANTHONY.

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.