Monday, March 05, 2007


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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Change comes anyway

I have come to realize that I do not "do" change well. This realization is not a sudden, out-of-the-blue lightning bolt realization, but rather a puddle under the sweaty window kind of realization. And, I must say, it makes me uncomfortable to think of myself as settled. Or set in my ways. Or, I suppose, oldish.

They say with age comes wisdom (well, that is the hope) and so it is that I now know that change upsets my delicate equilibrium.

Little Changes =Big Anxieties: or why I haven't blogged a single mot in eons

I have long wanted to shift from Blogspot to Typepad. I was okay with that, excited even. But I made the mistake of asking an out of work web designer friend for his help. A month later, I sit at the pinnacle of the roller coaster at the ever so intricate and stomach churning ride of WordPress. Not the easy WordPress, the hard one. The elitest one. The one that scares the crap out me. (p.s. another thing I know - I know why my friend is out of work.)

Big Changes = Paralysis

Meeting with the school honchos to refine P's educational goals. I am up against a Dragon here folks. My hands are freezing but I am working on tongue twisters so that I can communicate with a semblance of grace tomorrow. Lately my tongue just lolls around in its closed little cave. Maybe I need to get out more.

Little Unasked for Good Changes = Surprise

I've been looking over my shoulder lately to see who is whispering gratitudes in my ear. Its funny, but unwarranted gratitudes have been springing from my heart like little spurts of blood from a disconnected IV. Little things like I'm grateful for my iPod. I'm grateful for the sunny day. I'm grateful that my legs work (well, that is a big thing.) I'm grateful for the beautiful yellow school bus that carries P across the neighborhood, her face in the window like the Lady of the Lake. I'm grateful that my Mother is still alive and that I can count on her always to be exactly who she is.

I am not trying to make these things pop into my head. The just do. I guess I should be grateful for that! :-)

Anyway, if you want to visit me in the precious place that has unbalanced me, I would be grateful.

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I'll put the kettle on.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Divine Definitions


Here are the treasures that I made for the Divine Definitions swap with the Creative Underground crew. My word was manumit which means to release or liberate, to set free. This swap was indeed divine and I will post some pics of the treasures I received soon.

I am in the process of switching my blog to Word Press. It is a huge learning curve for me, but luckily I have generously hearted techie monsters in my world. In the meantime, I don't know my code from a hole in the ground, so I can't even access my elderly web page...but I know that good things come to those who wait!

{xo} Love you-and keep on checking in!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Albert's floating again!

Albert's Feet

Long ago, on the BART train, I heard an angel singing "Just put your feet down child!" It turned out to be nothing more than Kate Bush coming through my walkman, but those words have since run through my head every single day of my life. I am constantly in danger of floating off above the treeline, surveying life suspended upsidedown.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007


Disco Duck

The theme this week, while providing a great deal of reverie, didn't really kick my muse in the booty. So, I decided to borrow an idea from BZ's journal and post an image of a painting I made in the '80s! Thanks BeeZee!

This painting is oil on panel and was painted in art school where I was told after presenting this to look at a duck sometime. So I did. And I got wet, but I still paint ducks like this, when I do paint them, which is hardly ever.

The Tooth Fairy Cometh!


The most magical Princess P proclaims: Behold, a looth tooth!

I told her all I wanted for Christmas was a loose tooth! And she gave it to me! Thank goodness the evil Dr. King will have to scrap his torture plans for this child! We are wildly dancing a pink swirly minuette!

Friday, January 12, 2007


sunrise kriti
photo credit

If I could chose the life I please then I would be a boatman
the canals and the rivers free no hasty words are spoken
my only lure is the river breeze that takes me to the open seas
if I could chose the life I please then I would be a boatman.
-the Levellers

Thursday, January 04, 2007



Phoenix of beautie, beauteous, Bird of any
To thee I do entitle all my labour,
More precious in mine eye by far then many
That feedst all earthly sences with thy savour:
Accept my home-writ praises of thy love,
And kind acceptance of thy Turtle-dove

Robert Chester, 1601