It was cold.
And these pictures are especially for my sister, because she likes goats. I have only very recently learned that goats really are supercool. So I brought Vanilla Wafers especially for them. All the goats (except one) loved them.
topiary cats
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I Caught The Peacock
Yes I did. I got his tail. Finally. Central Park peacocks move a LOT slower than the ones in the Bronx (and everywhere else).
It was cold.
And these pictures are especially for my sister, because she likes goats. I have only very recently learned that goats really are supercool. So I brought Vanilla Wafers especially for them. All the goats (except one) loved them.
It was cold.
And these pictures are especially for my sister, because she likes goats. I have only very recently learned that goats really are supercool. So I brought Vanilla Wafers especially for them. All the goats (except one) loved them.
Friday, January 23, 2009
12 Secrets Chapter 3
Firstly, I am very proud of myself for keeping up with all my daily Soul Coaching tasks, journalling, and my weekly chapter in 12 Secrets to Highly Creative Women.
It feels very, very good to make realistic committments to yourself and really honor them. It's extremely empowering and opens up a deep level of trust in myself.
By the way I highly recommend Denise Linn's Soul Coaching course. Actually I highly recommend Denise Linn anything. She's just fabulous. If you ever get to go to one of her workshops do it- you'll have a great time.
Enough about that.
Chapter 3 is all about risks and taking them and not taking them.
Here are the challenge questions.
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My Risk-Taking History:
Some of my risks were really stupid and some were really powerful. Some hurt and some didn't. Here are the first three that come to mind.
1. There was a guy I liked when I was in college, and I wanted to become friends with him so I took initiative to do so. It didn't work, and I felt very rejected and embarassed. Actually I still don't even like thinking about it today and this was OVER A DECADE AGO! Looking back with a little more understanding about myself and where I was and why, I can see how I was in no possible way ready or even capable of moving into a relationship. I don't talk about this much, ever, but I was really a mess for most of my college years, which prompted me into either 1) get into drugs or 2) try and figure out my life and make positive changes. (I am glad I went for the second option.) But I did take a risk, and I felt awful afterwards. I guess I never did acknowledge my courage no matter the outcome though.
2. Getting together with my ex-husband was a really realllllllly STOOPID risk (and I guess I even knew it but didn't want to acknowledge it) and that ended rather badly after a few years. Although occasionally I still get a little bit mad, the experience pushed me to regain my own power in a very strong way and help others find their own power in similar situations. I don't regret it.
3. Leaving my ex-husband was the hugest and scariest risk I ever took, and it was the single most awesome, most powerful and healthiest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I was broke, facing layoffs at work, and had a two week old baby and a c-section. I got re-plugged in spiritually like a wire in an electrical outlet. Very awesome. Go me. Jump off a cliff and sprout wings kind of thing.
I guess these aren't directly creative in nature but here is my risk profile: sometimes stupid, sometimes not. I guess that's the best any of us could hope for.
*******
What messages are you receiving from your intuitive voice?
Get a new bed. Seriously. And I'm still in discussions with the Ferocactus Faerie to tell me what she looks like. I'll drag it out of her this weekend.
Following Fascinations- When I do this it comes out of my bank account because I tend to buy books. This has gotten better since Google was invented. Eventually this stuff finds its way into my artwork. Like the stapeliads. And cacti, which I have been fascinated with since I was 6 years old.
I do kind of wish I wasn't stuck in Corporate Mayhem, but the truth is I like my job and I make a living wage. Also, I get to learn a lot about things I am interested in and good at. I am not getting any internal prompts or urges to leave at this time. I'd LOVE to do portrait work on the side though.
*********
The Inner Patriarch
What I learned about limiting self expression from women (mother): My issue here is that my mother didn't tell me I wasn't good enough...she encouraged me because she wanted to live vicariously through me. She'd even say it straight out. I didn't like that very much. Actually I really resented it. Although I got to go to art school because of it so that's a plus.
The prevailing attitude was that men are stronger than women and in order to get your expression or creative pursuits off the ground a man had to be involved to support it.
I give my Inner Patriarch the finger and then go have some tea.
*********
Staying Power
Limited thinking/staying power:
Can I tell you a secret Internets? I was reallllly shy about making my Zentangle Faerie public. Why I don't know. I really can't say. I am oddly shy about drawing people which is plain bizarre since I spent 4 years drawing naked people at Pratt. But there you have it. The Zentangle Faerie spawned all the Unlikely Faeries I am currently doing. And just wait til Monday when a suprise visitor shows up!
Spiritual beliefs about creativity: My creativity is so closely linked with my spirituality I can't see a separation. My creative nature is also my intuition, which is inseperable from my spirituality. They are all that core deep eternal part of me.
Staying power though...I admit I get flaky and have trouble finishing things I start.
I am trying to get better about that.
It feels very, very good to make realistic committments to yourself and really honor them. It's extremely empowering and opens up a deep level of trust in myself.
By the way I highly recommend Denise Linn's Soul Coaching course. Actually I highly recommend Denise Linn anything. She's just fabulous. If you ever get to go to one of her workshops do it- you'll have a great time.
Enough about that.
Chapter 3 is all about risks and taking them and not taking them.
Here are the challenge questions.
*********
My Risk-Taking History:
Some of my risks were really stupid and some were really powerful. Some hurt and some didn't. Here are the first three that come to mind.
1. There was a guy I liked when I was in college, and I wanted to become friends with him so I took initiative to do so. It didn't work, and I felt very rejected and embarassed. Actually I still don't even like thinking about it today and this was OVER A DECADE AGO! Looking back with a little more understanding about myself and where I was and why, I can see how I was in no possible way ready or even capable of moving into a relationship. I don't talk about this much, ever, but I was really a mess for most of my college years, which prompted me into either 1) get into drugs or 2) try and figure out my life and make positive changes. (I am glad I went for the second option.) But I did take a risk, and I felt awful afterwards. I guess I never did acknowledge my courage no matter the outcome though.
2. Getting together with my ex-husband was a really realllllllly STOOPID risk (and I guess I even knew it but didn't want to acknowledge it) and that ended rather badly after a few years. Although occasionally I still get a little bit mad, the experience pushed me to regain my own power in a very strong way and help others find their own power in similar situations. I don't regret it.
3. Leaving my ex-husband was the hugest and scariest risk I ever took, and it was the single most awesome, most powerful and healthiest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I was broke, facing layoffs at work, and had a two week old baby and a c-section. I got re-plugged in spiritually like a wire in an electrical outlet. Very awesome. Go me. Jump off a cliff and sprout wings kind of thing.
I guess these aren't directly creative in nature but here is my risk profile: sometimes stupid, sometimes not. I guess that's the best any of us could hope for.
*******
What messages are you receiving from your intuitive voice?
Get a new bed. Seriously. And I'm still in discussions with the Ferocactus Faerie to tell me what she looks like. I'll drag it out of her this weekend.
Following Fascinations- When I do this it comes out of my bank account because I tend to buy books. This has gotten better since Google was invented. Eventually this stuff finds its way into my artwork. Like the stapeliads. And cacti, which I have been fascinated with since I was 6 years old.
I do kind of wish I wasn't stuck in Corporate Mayhem, but the truth is I like my job and I make a living wage. Also, I get to learn a lot about things I am interested in and good at. I am not getting any internal prompts or urges to leave at this time. I'd LOVE to do portrait work on the side though.
*********
The Inner Patriarch
What I learned about limiting self expression from women (mother): My issue here is that my mother didn't tell me I wasn't good enough...she encouraged me because she wanted to live vicariously through me. She'd even say it straight out. I didn't like that very much. Actually I really resented it. Although I got to go to art school because of it so that's a plus.
The prevailing attitude was that men are stronger than women and in order to get your expression or creative pursuits off the ground a man had to be involved to support it.
I give my Inner Patriarch the finger and then go have some tea.
*********
Staying Power
Limited thinking/staying power:
Can I tell you a secret Internets? I was reallllly shy about making my Zentangle Faerie public. Why I don't know. I really can't say. I am oddly shy about drawing people which is plain bizarre since I spent 4 years drawing naked people at Pratt. But there you have it. The Zentangle Faerie spawned all the Unlikely Faeries I am currently doing. And just wait til Monday when a suprise visitor shows up!
Spiritual beliefs about creativity: My creativity is so closely linked with my spirituality I can't see a separation. My creative nature is also my intuition, which is inseperable from my spirituality. They are all that core deep eternal part of me.
Staying power though...I admit I get flaky and have trouble finishing things I start.
I am trying to get better about that.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Cactus Monday: Stench Edition
Here is the Stapelia Gigantea Faerie, finished and in full bloom. Attracting flies is what she does best!
Have a happy Cactus Monday!!!
Watercolor 11 x 14
Have a happy Cactus Monday!!!
Watercolor 11 x 14
Friday, January 16, 2009
12 Secrets 1 & 2
I read the first chapter last Friday, but this week has been so wacky I haven't posted. So this is a double entry. But there is something really cool that I want to write about first. It happened last night.
I found my earth.
I realize that might not make sense. But for me, it does. While I have always loved nature, despite my city-life as an adult, earth was the most challenging element for me. I have no earth in my astrological chart, and being grounded has always been a particular challenge. Earthiness is something I have craved but never found within myself until last night. My earth is in my name. Jessica means wealthy, which in the normal and traditional sense is an earth attribute as it relates to money. My middle name is Lee, which means field or meadow. Which is earth. Right there all along. I am so glad to have found that connection.
*****
Chapter 1 is about acknowledging your creative self. I am very fortunate in that since I can remember I have always been in touch with myself as a creative person. Growing up I was one of those kids that was known for being able to draw. As I grew up I never lost touch with that. My identity as an artist is the most constant part of my core identity. Even when I go through long periods of un-productivity, I still have a deep sense of that artistic nature. Creativity was encouraged throughout my childhood. For all it's dysfunction, and even despite being encouraged for the wrong reasons, I am grateful for that gift from my childhood and it deserves to be acknowledged.
My first year in college, a woman who was studying handwriting analysis sat in the Pratt cafeteria and did free readings for people to get some practice. She said she figured there would be really interesting people at an art school. I thought her analysis of my handwriting was very accurate, and I still have it in an old journal. She told me she was suprised that she didn't see the characteristics of an artist in a lot of the Pratt students' handwriting, but she saw it in mine. I've also been told that I have the hand shape and fingers of an artist.
I am deeply grateful for my artistic disposition and abilities. It connects me to my source and grounds me. The only time I lost that deep place within myself was when I was pregnant- even thinking about painting or drawing made me throw up. The baby growing inside me seemed to want that core energy, and I had no access to it, even in awareness. It was a very strange feeling to not have it. I can't imagine going through life without that core energy/awareness.
*****
Chapter 2 is about honoring inspirations, and gives several guidepoints to make space for our creative selves. Space is a real challenge for me. I have a one bedroom apartment, and my daughter has the bedroom. (note to self: temporary!) I always have my art area set up and ready to go, which is nice. But time space is also critical. I am glad to have embarked on No-Computer Tuesdays and Thursdays (at home). Even though I really blew it last Tuesday. Those evenings give me the time I need on a regular basis that is reserved for reading and art. And it's hard. But also necessary.
My hideout is my bathtub. I love the water. It gives me a sense of cleanliness and peace. Also, I need solitude like a car needs gas. If I don't get alone time every day I get very unbalanced. I crave silence like a drug. Which is very strange to many people, but is so vital to my stability and well-being.
Ok, so here are the challenge questions at the end of the chapter:
1)When did your creative awakening occur? I think my creative nature allows me to continually wake up!
2)What talents do I have naturally? I have an sense and eye for visual arts. My technical skills could be better but I have a good sense and intuition about what is good design and color. I know how to see in the way that is necessary to draw and paint. I have other talents and abilities too but I'm focusing here on visual arts.
3) which elements draw you toward them? Water definitely is my strongest pull. I am most comfortable with it. Earth and fire and my most challenging. Fire I am somewhat in touch with but I need to learn how to better adjust the flame according to the situation as appropriate :).
4) Where/when do you create? Stuff is going through my mind constantly. Really, ideas for paintings and such never shut up. The problem is that I don't document them and when I go to paint or do something new I wonder "Duh what do I want to paint?"
5) What activates and drains your creativity? Activate: nature, seeing others' work. Drain: my apartment, depression
6) Creative rituals: I don't have one and I never considered it before. I will meditate on this and come up with one because it's a fabulous idea.
7) Does nature influence your creativity? Yes absolutely. I am a little starved for nature being in this city. That too is temporary. Nature speaks to me and huge worlds open from minute places. I can't wait to get back to it as part of my daily lifestyle.
8)Greatest creative hurdle: depression
9)What time are you most receptive? Night time, the later the better. When it's quiet and everyone is asleep.
Well, this has been a long post with no pictures. But I'm glad I did it. Keeping promises and committments to myself is a wonderful feeling.
Today was also the start of my 28 day long Soul Coaching program, but I'm not going to blog it daily.
I found my earth.
I realize that might not make sense. But for me, it does. While I have always loved nature, despite my city-life as an adult, earth was the most challenging element for me. I have no earth in my astrological chart, and being grounded has always been a particular challenge. Earthiness is something I have craved but never found within myself until last night. My earth is in my name. Jessica means wealthy, which in the normal and traditional sense is an earth attribute as it relates to money. My middle name is Lee, which means field or meadow. Which is earth. Right there all along. I am so glad to have found that connection.
*****
Chapter 1 is about acknowledging your creative self. I am very fortunate in that since I can remember I have always been in touch with myself as a creative person. Growing up I was one of those kids that was known for being able to draw. As I grew up I never lost touch with that. My identity as an artist is the most constant part of my core identity. Even when I go through long periods of un-productivity, I still have a deep sense of that artistic nature. Creativity was encouraged throughout my childhood. For all it's dysfunction, and even despite being encouraged for the wrong reasons, I am grateful for that gift from my childhood and it deserves to be acknowledged.
My first year in college, a woman who was studying handwriting analysis sat in the Pratt cafeteria and did free readings for people to get some practice. She said she figured there would be really interesting people at an art school. I thought her analysis of my handwriting was very accurate, and I still have it in an old journal. She told me she was suprised that she didn't see the characteristics of an artist in a lot of the Pratt students' handwriting, but she saw it in mine. I've also been told that I have the hand shape and fingers of an artist.
I am deeply grateful for my artistic disposition and abilities. It connects me to my source and grounds me. The only time I lost that deep place within myself was when I was pregnant- even thinking about painting or drawing made me throw up. The baby growing inside me seemed to want that core energy, and I had no access to it, even in awareness. It was a very strange feeling to not have it. I can't imagine going through life without that core energy/awareness.
*****
Chapter 2 is about honoring inspirations, and gives several guidepoints to make space for our creative selves. Space is a real challenge for me. I have a one bedroom apartment, and my daughter has the bedroom. (note to self: temporary!) I always have my art area set up and ready to go, which is nice. But time space is also critical. I am glad to have embarked on No-Computer Tuesdays and Thursdays (at home). Even though I really blew it last Tuesday. Those evenings give me the time I need on a regular basis that is reserved for reading and art. And it's hard. But also necessary.
My hideout is my bathtub. I love the water. It gives me a sense of cleanliness and peace. Also, I need solitude like a car needs gas. If I don't get alone time every day I get very unbalanced. I crave silence like a drug. Which is very strange to many people, but is so vital to my stability and well-being.
Ok, so here are the challenge questions at the end of the chapter:
1)When did your creative awakening occur? I think my creative nature allows me to continually wake up!
2)What talents do I have naturally? I have an sense and eye for visual arts. My technical skills could be better but I have a good sense and intuition about what is good design and color. I know how to see in the way that is necessary to draw and paint. I have other talents and abilities too but I'm focusing here on visual arts.
3) which elements draw you toward them? Water definitely is my strongest pull. I am most comfortable with it. Earth and fire and my most challenging. Fire I am somewhat in touch with but I need to learn how to better adjust the flame according to the situation as appropriate :).
4) Where/when do you create? Stuff is going through my mind constantly. Really, ideas for paintings and such never shut up. The problem is that I don't document them and when I go to paint or do something new I wonder "Duh what do I want to paint?"
5) What activates and drains your creativity? Activate: nature, seeing others' work. Drain: my apartment, depression
6) Creative rituals: I don't have one and I never considered it before. I will meditate on this and come up with one because it's a fabulous idea.
7) Does nature influence your creativity? Yes absolutely. I am a little starved for nature being in this city. That too is temporary. Nature speaks to me and huge worlds open from minute places. I can't wait to get back to it as part of my daily lifestyle.
8)Greatest creative hurdle: depression
9)What time are you most receptive? Night time, the later the better. When it's quiet and everyone is asleep.
Well, this has been a long post with no pictures. But I'm glad I did it. Keeping promises and committments to myself is a wonderful feeling.
Today was also the start of my 28 day long Soul Coaching program, but I'm not going to blog it daily.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Cactus Monday
I did a little more work on the Stape G faerie. But even after sitting down and painting for a while, I still really did not feel like it. So hopefully she will be finished sometime this week. Perhaps on No-Computer Tuesday or No-Computer Thursday.
The Stape G. Faerie says Happy Cactus Monday!
Not pictured yet: the flies.
My No-Computer days are devoted to reading, art, and playing with Daya...although she insists on that last one all the time. I went around my bookcases and pulled out a bunch of interesting-looking books. Some of them I have already read, some I will read cover to cover, and some I will read in bits and pieces.
Not pictured:
*Eat, Pray, Love
*Your Three Year Old: Friend or Enemy
*Soul Coaching
*Space Clearing A to z
*If I can forgive So Can You
*Past Lives Present Miracles
and of course
*12 Secrets to Highly Creative Women
Daya wanted to take a picture with the books.
OOH and I almost forgot! It's Delurking Day!
The Stape G. Faerie says Happy Cactus Monday!
Not pictured yet: the flies.
My No-Computer days are devoted to reading, art, and playing with Daya...although she insists on that last one all the time. I went around my bookcases and pulled out a bunch of interesting-looking books. Some of them I have already read, some I will read cover to cover, and some I will read in bits and pieces.
Not pictured:
*Eat, Pray, Love
*Your Three Year Old: Friend or Enemy
*Soul Coaching
*Space Clearing A to z
*If I can forgive So Can You
*Past Lives Present Miracles
and of course
*12 Secrets to Highly Creative Women
Daya wanted to take a picture with the books.
OOH and I almost forgot! It's Delurking Day!
Friday, January 09, 2009
Heart
Today I should be blogging about the first chapter of 12 Secrets to Highly Creative Women...which is about acknowledging your creative self. But there is something else on my mind.
If you read my blog, you know I don't write about stuff that's going on in the news. But. Have you beeen following the Casey Anthony story? It's been going on for a while. A woman is accused of killing her 2 year old daughter. Super sad stuff. If you are a parent, which many of you are, then it takes on a whole new set of feelings and perspective.
The media is having a field day with Casey Anthony...so much venom and condemnation. If she did in fact kill her child, yes it's horrible of course- but I just feel such sadness and compassion for this woman. She's 22 years old right now- just a child herself. We can't ever know the whole story of what was going on with this woman. She must have felt so desperate, so trapped, so deeply unhappy to have done what she is accused of doing. Even if she didn't- no one waits a month to report their missing child- so that says a lot.
I ask myself- if this was an unwanted pregnancy, why didn't she abort or put the child up for adoption? Her baby would have been adopted in 15 seconds flat. Perhaps she felt she couldn't do that due to pressures and expectations- and judgements- from her family and people and society around her. What did she have to give up by having a child at such a young age? Was it something she really wanted or needed? Did she see such a bleak outcome of her future because of the child? Forced into a life she didn't want? Doors closing, opportunities missed? What other factors were in play? We'll never know.
In any case, I don't think hating this woman or condemming her is the right course of action. She is dealing with so much- the stress of the situation, facing a possible sentence of life in jail- and she's 22!, and the death of her daughter which I know she carries heavy in her heart. Is she patterning what may, in another life, be severe past life issues?
Of course we feel for the child- that goes without saying. But I'd just like to ask anyone who happens to read this- to suspend your judgement and horror- even if just for 2 seconds- and remind yourself that we don't know the whole story. And if you can, try and find in yourself a place of sending love and compassion for this girl Casey Anthony, because she, too, is part of the divine glory of the godforce. She is part of you and part of me. And if you can embrace her, you can embrace those dark parts of yourself.
If you read my blog, you know I don't write about stuff that's going on in the news. But. Have you beeen following the Casey Anthony story? It's been going on for a while. A woman is accused of killing her 2 year old daughter. Super sad stuff. If you are a parent, which many of you are, then it takes on a whole new set of feelings and perspective.
The media is having a field day with Casey Anthony...so much venom and condemnation. If she did in fact kill her child, yes it's horrible of course- but I just feel such sadness and compassion for this woman. She's 22 years old right now- just a child herself. We can't ever know the whole story of what was going on with this woman. She must have felt so desperate, so trapped, so deeply unhappy to have done what she is accused of doing. Even if she didn't- no one waits a month to report their missing child- so that says a lot.
I ask myself- if this was an unwanted pregnancy, why didn't she abort or put the child up for adoption? Her baby would have been adopted in 15 seconds flat. Perhaps she felt she couldn't do that due to pressures and expectations- and judgements- from her family and people and society around her. What did she have to give up by having a child at such a young age? Was it something she really wanted or needed? Did she see such a bleak outcome of her future because of the child? Forced into a life she didn't want? Doors closing, opportunities missed? What other factors were in play? We'll never know.
In any case, I don't think hating this woman or condemming her is the right course of action. She is dealing with so much- the stress of the situation, facing a possible sentence of life in jail- and she's 22!, and the death of her daughter which I know she carries heavy in her heart. Is she patterning what may, in another life, be severe past life issues?
Of course we feel for the child- that goes without saying. But I'd just like to ask anyone who happens to read this- to suspend your judgement and horror- even if just for 2 seconds- and remind yourself that we don't know the whole story. And if you can, try and find in yourself a place of sending love and compassion for this girl Casey Anthony, because she, too, is part of the divine glory of the godforce. She is part of you and part of me. And if you can embrace her, you can embrace those dark parts of yourself.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Cactus Monday One-and-a-Half Edition
Daya wanted to go to the zoo, so I took her. My yearly membership to the Wildlife Conservation Society more than paid for itself in the first 2 1/2 months. It's great.
And this time, we found a cactus at the Bronx Zoo:
The peacocks were running around everywhere. Daya and I both tried to catch them. Neither of us was successful.
So we rode the Bug Carousel instead.
Here's the One-Half part of this Cactus Monday: I started painting the Stape G Faerie!
Starting this week, I will not be on the computer at home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'll be on at work though. This is my attempt to curb the hours spent on the puter and give myself time to do other things- mainly reading and art.
And this time, we found a cactus at the Bronx Zoo:
The peacocks were running around everywhere. Daya and I both tried to catch them. Neither of us was successful.
So we rode the Bug Carousel instead.
Here's the One-Half part of this Cactus Monday: I started painting the Stape G Faerie!
Starting this week, I will not be on the computer at home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'll be on at work though. This is my attempt to curb the hours spent on the puter and give myself time to do other things- mainly reading and art.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
New Year
I don't make New Years resolutions, I set intentions. But I also think any moment, any second, is a good time to set intentions and New Years just seems to be an agreed-upon time by the masses. Actually there are lots of different New Years throughout the calendar; but there sure is a lot of collective energy for the Jan 1st one.
While I was with my sister, we visited a little new age shop in the West Village. I saw a little box in there that I really liked, and it "called" to me to be an intention box. So I bought it. It's a very Goddess-energy kind of box.
Throughout today, and the days to come, I'll put my intentions in this box so they can gather energy. It will be a fun ongoing thing to do. (Note to self: Must keep it away from the toddler...) I've also started a new journal, which is a very good thing.
So far, I intend to:
*Produce lots more artwork
*Work in my sketchbook
*Take 2 days a week and keep the computer off at home (I'll still be on at the office)
*Meditate more regularly
*Drink lots and lots of tea (very important)
Happy New Year to all of you! I hope you find all the brightest blessings life has to offer.
While I was with my sister, we visited a little new age shop in the West Village. I saw a little box in there that I really liked, and it "called" to me to be an intention box. So I bought it. It's a very Goddess-energy kind of box.
Throughout today, and the days to come, I'll put my intentions in this box so they can gather energy. It will be a fun ongoing thing to do. (Note to self: Must keep it away from the toddler...) I've also started a new journal, which is a very good thing.
So far, I intend to:
*Produce lots more artwork
*Work in my sketchbook
*Take 2 days a week and keep the computer off at home (I'll still be on at the office)
*Meditate more regularly
*Drink lots and lots of tea (very important)
Happy New Year to all of you! I hope you find all the brightest blessings life has to offer.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Lithops Faerie
I'll make an assumption and say we can all agree that Lithops are seriously wacky plants.
Right?
So it stands to reason that the Lithops Faerie is a little strange.
Watercolor 11 x 14
My favorite thing about her is her yellow toenail polish.
:)
Right?
So it stands to reason that the Lithops Faerie is a little strange.
Watercolor 11 x 14
My favorite thing about her is her yellow toenail polish.
:)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tagged- 5 a Day
Serena tagged me and I think this is a pretty good tag.
Here are the top five things that I try to do every day to stay mentally healthy, keeping in mind mentally healthy is relative and not always successful:
1. I am friends with myself. This means that I speak to myself kindly and treat myself the way I treat my close friends. I try and keep the inner dialogue positive and it really does help.
2. I remind myself "This too shall pass"---it works to give me perspective in tough times and also helps me appreciate special moments and have gratitude for everything.
3. Most nights, I get enough sleep. I firmly believe in the regenerative and restorative power of a good night's sleep and refuse to participate in the modern trend of sleep deprivation.
4. Meditation. I do try to set time aside each day for a few minutes of meditation, but even throughout the day I take a few seconds when necessary to go into that relaxed state and stay centered.
5. Creativity...while I have been awful at keeping up the art this month, I sure do think about it a lot and those faeries are calling out loudly to me to be painted!
Last night I started journalling again. It's been a while. It is a healthy habit, and I wish through the years I had been better at keeping up. I start a journal and write almost every day, then when it is time to start a new one I end up with a huge journalling gap.
Also, I think I am on the computer too much. I may start to take a whole day or even two days each week and keep the computer off at home. With the exception, of course, of Netflix instant viewing while I am painting. I often think about what I did before I had a computer- I painted more, read more, journalled more. My attention span was more focused.
Here are the top five things that I try to do every day to stay mentally healthy, keeping in mind mentally healthy is relative and not always successful:
1. I am friends with myself. This means that I speak to myself kindly and treat myself the way I treat my close friends. I try and keep the inner dialogue positive and it really does help.
2. I remind myself "This too shall pass"---it works to give me perspective in tough times and also helps me appreciate special moments and have gratitude for everything.
3. Most nights, I get enough sleep. I firmly believe in the regenerative and restorative power of a good night's sleep and refuse to participate in the modern trend of sleep deprivation.
4. Meditation. I do try to set time aside each day for a few minutes of meditation, but even throughout the day I take a few seconds when necessary to go into that relaxed state and stay centered.
5. Creativity...while I have been awful at keeping up the art this month, I sure do think about it a lot and those faeries are calling out loudly to me to be painted!
Last night I started journalling again. It's been a while. It is a healthy habit, and I wish through the years I had been better at keeping up. I start a journal and write almost every day, then when it is time to start a new one I end up with a huge journalling gap.
Also, I think I am on the computer too much. I may start to take a whole day or even two days each week and keep the computer off at home. With the exception, of course, of Netflix instant viewing while I am painting. I often think about what I did before I had a computer- I painted more, read more, journalled more. My attention span was more focused.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry
Daya made out exceptionally well this Christmas.
That table you see in the humungous box in the back there took me over 2 hours to put together. I now understand parental revenge and called my father to apologise for every crappy thing I ever did.
Daya is sleeping right now. So I took the opportunity to organize her crayon box. Because I had to. I also might have colored a page in one of her coloring books.
There is nothing...nothing quite like the smell of a new box of Crayola crayons and Playdough. I love Playdough. Um...so does Daya.
I hope your holiday, whichever one you are inclined to celebrate, is bright and full of love.
That table you see in the humungous box in the back there took me over 2 hours to put together. I now understand parental revenge and called my father to apologise for every crappy thing I ever did.
Daya is sleeping right now. So I took the opportunity to organize her crayon box. Because I had to. I also might have colored a page in one of her coloring books.
There is nothing...nothing quite like the smell of a new box of Crayola crayons and Playdough. I love Playdough. Um...so does Daya.
I hope your holiday, whichever one you are inclined to celebrate, is bright and full of love.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Cactus Monday After All!
I found one! In the West Village! At a really wonderful restaurant called Agave.
We walked around a lot and went over the Brooklyn Bridge, so my sister could have a quad-borough experience! (Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and The Bronx)
I never ever get tired of walking over the Brooklyn Bridge.
We walked around a lot and went over the Brooklyn Bridge, so my sister could have a quad-borough experience! (Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and The Bronx)
I never ever get tired of walking over the Brooklyn Bridge.
No Snow Cacti
Happy Cactus Monday everyone!
I looked and looked, but could not find any cacti in this weather.
I looked on Queens Boulevard:
I looked all over in Fort Tryon Park:
I made a little snowman and asked him, but he hadn't seen any either.
I looked in the Cloisters. There were plants there, but alas, no cacti.
The Bronx Zoo most probably does have a cactus or two- somewhere- but we didn't see them.
The Bronx River:
The kitty cats say Meow:
There was a lot of snow.
And finally...
I looked and looked, but could not find any cacti in this weather.
I looked on Queens Boulevard:
I looked all over in Fort Tryon Park:
I made a little snowman and asked him, but he hadn't seen any either.
I looked in the Cloisters. There were plants there, but alas, no cacti.
The Bronx Zoo most probably does have a cactus or two- somewhere- but we didn't see them.
The Bronx River:
The kitty cats say Meow:
There was a lot of snow.
And finally...
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sister
My sister didn't get lost going around Manhattan all by herself; I am so proud of her.
She does, however, torment Daya quite a lot. They fought over ownership rights to Daya's stuff. The big argument was over Daya's Tinkerbell DVD. To be more accurate, the big fight was over the empty DVD case. Blood was drawn, actually. MY blood.
Sister claims it was an accident. Should I believe her? She did, after all, pay for a very nice dinner. And I discovered that raspberry frozen margaritas do wonders for nasty lip cuts that are also swollen. It stopped bleeding hours ago, doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did, nor is it swollen anymore but unless my sister reads this blog while she is here I'm still going to milk my injury for all it's worth.
Here is the best pic ever of my sister:
We're getting more snow tomorrow.
She does, however, torment Daya quite a lot. They fought over ownership rights to Daya's stuff. The big argument was over Daya's Tinkerbell DVD. To be more accurate, the big fight was over the empty DVD case. Blood was drawn, actually. MY blood.
Sister claims it was an accident. Should I believe her? She did, after all, pay for a very nice dinner. And I discovered that raspberry frozen margaritas do wonders for nasty lip cuts that are also swollen. It stopped bleeding hours ago, doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did, nor is it swollen anymore but unless my sister reads this blog while she is here I'm still going to milk my injury for all it's worth.
Here is the best pic ever of my sister:
We're getting more snow tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Snow & Evil Housework
It's snowing! Yay!
The sinus infection is slowly dying. My new antibiotics are working nicely. Anyone want 8 days' worth of amoxicilin 500mg?
My sister is arriving on Thursday. That's...um...the day after tomorrow. Here is a list of things I need to do before she gets here:
1) Go to work every day all day
2) Put away three loads of laundry
3) Wash stuff for sister's bed
4) Clean the cat litter
5) Wash the floors
6) Clean the bathroom including the crayon stains on the cabinets
7) Pick up and put away all the various assortment of Toddler Stuff that is on my floor
8) Scrub off the prune juice that spilled on the bottom of the fridge a month ago and is now hard and sticky (again, blame the kid for 1) spilling the juice and 2) having prune juice in the first place)
9) Put actual food in the fridge and take the un-food out
10) Clean the bedroom
11) Clean everything else
12) Figure out where to put the stuff that I don't know where it goes because I can't hide it in the bedroom because that's where Sister will be staying
If anyone wants to come over and help I will make out with you. Extra make-out minutes for putting laundry away. **
**Except if you are my sister, who does occasionally read this blog.
The sinus infection is slowly dying. My new antibiotics are working nicely. Anyone want 8 days' worth of amoxicilin 500mg?
My sister is arriving on Thursday. That's...um...the day after tomorrow. Here is a list of things I need to do before she gets here:
1) Go to work every day all day
2) Put away three loads of laundry
3) Wash stuff for sister's bed
4) Clean the cat litter
5) Wash the floors
6) Clean the bathroom including the crayon stains on the cabinets
7) Pick up and put away all the various assortment of Toddler Stuff that is on my floor
8) Scrub off the prune juice that spilled on the bottom of the fridge a month ago and is now hard and sticky (again, blame the kid for 1) spilling the juice and 2) having prune juice in the first place)
9) Put actual food in the fridge and take the un-food out
10) Clean the bedroom
11) Clean everything else
12) Figure out where to put the stuff that I don't know where it goes because I can't hide it in the bedroom because that's where Sister will be staying
If anyone wants to come over and help I will make out with you. Extra make-out minutes for putting laundry away. **
**Except if you are my sister, who does occasionally read this blog.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Friendly Letter
Dear Sinus Infection from Hell,
I need for you to please die right now. You have been an exceptionally rude houseguest for the last six days. You told my excellent immune system to fuck off, then you completely ignored my army of antibiotics. You even refused to make friends with my neti pot.
To add insult to injury, you went and said Hello! to my left eye so I cannot wear my contact lenses. Result: not only am I sick but I cannot see. This is unforgivable.
You made me miss Cactus Monday, see visions in my fever, miss work, not be able to paint, spend a lot of money at the drugstore, and rendered a three year old and a cat as the only functioning members of the household. Because of that last bit, I will have a mountain of housework to do when I finally kill you.
Sinus Infection from Hell, you suck. Not only did you do all those things, but then you got lonely so you invited Aunt Flo to join the party because you know she can't resist stuff like this.
Sinus Infection, I am going to kill you. I am very serious about that. You cannot live here. Because I am going back to the doctor this afternoon and he will give me meds that even you cannot dodge. You cannot win. You will die. I will make sure of it.
Murderous thoughts, love, and kisses,
j
I need for you to please die right now. You have been an exceptionally rude houseguest for the last six days. You told my excellent immune system to fuck off, then you completely ignored my army of antibiotics. You even refused to make friends with my neti pot.
To add insult to injury, you went and said Hello! to my left eye so I cannot wear my contact lenses. Result: not only am I sick but I cannot see. This is unforgivable.
You made me miss Cactus Monday, see visions in my fever, miss work, not be able to paint, spend a lot of money at the drugstore, and rendered a three year old and a cat as the only functioning members of the household. Because of that last bit, I will have a mountain of housework to do when I finally kill you.
Sinus Infection from Hell, you suck. Not only did you do all those things, but then you got lonely so you invited Aunt Flo to join the party because you know she can't resist stuff like this.
Sinus Infection, I am going to kill you. I am very serious about that. You cannot live here. Because I am going back to the doctor this afternoon and he will give me meds that even you cannot dodge. You cannot win. You will die. I will make sure of it.
Murderous thoughts, love, and kisses,
j
Update
The meds don't seem to be working. They should be doing something by now right?
This thing is getting worse. I feel worse. It is in my eyes now. I'm STILL running a low grade fever- that's the only thing that's sort-of improved.
I'm supposed to go back to work today but I have to go back to the doctor.
Will catch up on everyone's blogs when I can put my contacts back in.
PS Aunt Flo sends you all love and kisses and snuggles.
This thing is getting worse. I feel worse. It is in my eyes now. I'm STILL running a low grade fever- that's the only thing that's sort-of improved.
I'm supposed to go back to work today but I have to go back to the doctor.
Will catch up on everyone's blogs when I can put my contacts back in.
PS Aunt Flo sends you all love and kisses and snuggles.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Verdict
After running a fever for going on the fourth day with no sign of improvement, I had enough.
The doctor said I have a bad sinus infection. YUCK.
Hello meds!
The doctor said I have a bad sinus infection. YUCK.
Hello meds!
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Sick
Jeez people karma sure does come around.
I have been sick since Thursday night- fever, headache, sore throat. My turn to be mostly dead. And that's not exaggerating. I actually called in sick Friday. Except I had to attend a conference call but I attended it from the bathtub. I love wireless technology.
I'm totally blaming the smoke detector for this.
Can someone please send me a miracle? With chocolate coating?
I have been sick since Thursday night- fever, headache, sore throat. My turn to be mostly dead. And that's not exaggerating. I actually called in sick Friday. Except I had to attend a conference call but I attended it from the bathtub. I love wireless technology.
I'm totally blaming the smoke detector for this.
Can someone please send me a miracle? With chocolate coating?
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Smile
When you take the subway on a regular basis, you run into the same performers from time to time. There is a group of 4 guys that sing a capella and they are really good. Their message at the end of the singing today was:
"Remember that God loves you, and so do we! Find a reason to smile; it won't mess up your hair."
:)
"Remember that God loves you, and so do we! Find a reason to smile; it won't mess up your hair."
:)
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Stuff
1) Daya is still sick. The fever is gone but it turned into a bad head cold. I carried her off to the sitter half asleep in her PJs wrapped in a blanket. There are advantages to having a sitter right down the hall. I am extremely grateful.
2) My sister is coming to visit!!! Because I am awesome I am sending her an unlimited weekly metrocard and a map. Then I am turning her loose to gallivant around Manhattan by herself. She'll have to figure out the rest and try hard to stay out of trouble because I don't have bail money.
3) I bet my sister's friends are totally jealous that she gets to gallivant around Manhattan and get free lodging for 5 whole days! Actually, *I* am jealous. I want free lodging too!
4) Smoke detector update: It was mostly dead after all. It still screeches. It got mad at me when I put the battery back in, but I made good on my threat to remove the battery if necessary and it is now behaving. (With a working battery inside)
5) I am leaving right this very exact second to meet my friend Jackie for lunch at the Olive Garden. Unlimited breadsticks and salad! With soup!!
6) Bye!
2) My sister is coming to visit!!! Because I am awesome I am sending her an unlimited weekly metrocard and a map. Then I am turning her loose to gallivant around Manhattan by herself. She'll have to figure out the rest and try hard to stay out of trouble because I don't have bail money.
3) I bet my sister's friends are totally jealous that she gets to gallivant around Manhattan and get free lodging for 5 whole days! Actually, *I* am jealous. I want free lodging too!
4) Smoke detector update: It was mostly dead after all. It still screeches. It got mad at me when I put the battery back in, but I made good on my threat to remove the battery if necessary and it is now behaving. (With a working battery inside)
5) I am leaving right this very exact second to meet my friend Jackie for lunch at the Olive Garden. Unlimited breadsticks and salad! With soup!!
6) Bye!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
How I Killed My Smoke Alarm
It all started with the pumpkin pie I made on Saturday.
I put the pie on a baking sheet and transferred it to the oven. A little bit of pumpkin custard sloshed out. It set off the smoke alarm even though there wasn't any smoke.
In the midst of awful screechy ear-pain I dislodged the alarm from the wall and put it on the window ledge in the shower for some fresh air. I then promptly forgot about it.
Saturday and Sunday were all about hot sudsy baths, but last night I took a shower.
About 15 minutes into my shower (yes I take long showers) I heard the most pitiful wailing. Did you know that when smoke detectors get wet they cry? And sound absolutely pathetic?
It wouldn't stop crying until I took the battery out.
Now, I don't know if it is all dead or mostly dead.
Also, if it reincarnates, will it still be able to screech or will it just cry pathetically?
Do smoke detectors hold grudges?
Do they like pumpkin pie?
I put the pie on a baking sheet and transferred it to the oven. A little bit of pumpkin custard sloshed out. It set off the smoke alarm even though there wasn't any smoke.
In the midst of awful screechy ear-pain I dislodged the alarm from the wall and put it on the window ledge in the shower for some fresh air. I then promptly forgot about it.
Saturday and Sunday were all about hot sudsy baths, but last night I took a shower.
About 15 minutes into my shower (yes I take long showers) I heard the most pitiful wailing. Did you know that when smoke detectors get wet they cry? And sound absolutely pathetic?
It wouldn't stop crying until I took the battery out.
Now, I don't know if it is all dead or mostly dead.
Also, if it reincarnates, will it still be able to screech or will it just cry pathetically?
Do smoke detectors hold grudges?
Do they like pumpkin pie?
Sunday, November 30, 2008
AED.30/Cactus Monday
I made it!!! I really did something art-related every single day this month!
For the last day I broke out the oils...because I avoided them all month. Here is a veritable monstrosity for the last day of November and also Cactus Monday.
It's not a great painting but I did get out the oils and that's what counts. Also, my apartment smells like linseed oil and I love that. I wanted to do it all in one day and I did.
Did you know that when you haven't touched your oils in too long a time you forget what colors you are out of?
I attribute this painting to being...meh...due to the following reasons:
1) I am out of cerulean blue!!!
2) For the majority of the painting I had to listen to The Wonder Pets as my background ambience
3) Focus seems to be an ability that eludes me
Cactus Flowers
9 x 12
Oil on Canvas
I am very glad to have done the Art Every Day challenge. This was such a great way to get myself moving again. In all honesty I do still feel artistically sluggish but at least I'm working and that's what counts. What I decided going forward is to commit to doing art most days instead of every day. And what's nice is that I have a starting point.
Thank you all for your comments and support! It has meant a lot to me to share this journey with you!
Daya update: she's still sick but I think getting a little better.
For the last day I broke out the oils...because I avoided them all month. Here is a veritable monstrosity for the last day of November and also Cactus Monday.
It's not a great painting but I did get out the oils and that's what counts. Also, my apartment smells like linseed oil and I love that. I wanted to do it all in one day and I did.
Did you know that when you haven't touched your oils in too long a time you forget what colors you are out of?
I attribute this painting to being...meh...due to the following reasons:
1) I am out of cerulean blue!!!
2) For the majority of the painting I had to listen to The Wonder Pets as my background ambience
3) Focus seems to be an ability that eludes me
Cactus Flowers
9 x 12
Oil on Canvas
I am very glad to have done the Art Every Day challenge. This was such a great way to get myself moving again. In all honesty I do still feel artistically sluggish but at least I'm working and that's what counts. What I decided going forward is to commit to doing art most days instead of every day. And what's nice is that I have a starting point.
Thank you all for your comments and support! It has meant a lot to me to share this journey with you!
Daya update: she's still sick but I think getting a little better.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
AED.29
One more day to go! Tonight I did a little more work on the Lithops Faerie.
I took Daya to the Central Park Zoo today...a quick trip; I wanted to get out of the house and walk around a bit. No place like Manhattan to do that. We visited the polar bears but then Daya got realllly sleepy and I discovered she was running a fever. So we went home and both uf us slept for 4 hours. Around 7pm she was still running a high fever. I gave her some medicine and now she feels better.
Except it's 11:26pm and she's WIDE AWAKE.
And I've got that surreal feeling that comes from too much sleep and odd sleep schedules.
Daya is upset that the cat just used the litter box...she's got a strange idea that cat is using *her* potty. The things three year olds get flustered about. It's NOT helping the surreal feeling.
Here is the polar bear.
I took Daya to the Central Park Zoo today...a quick trip; I wanted to get out of the house and walk around a bit. No place like Manhattan to do that. We visited the polar bears but then Daya got realllly sleepy and I discovered she was running a fever. So we went home and both uf us slept for 4 hours. Around 7pm she was still running a high fever. I gave her some medicine and now she feels better.
Except it's 11:26pm and she's WIDE AWAKE.
And I've got that surreal feeling that comes from too much sleep and odd sleep schedules.
Daya is upset that the cat just used the litter box...she's got a strange idea that cat is using *her* potty. The things three year olds get flustered about. It's NOT helping the surreal feeling.
Here is the polar bear.
Friday, November 28, 2008
AED.28
I started painting the Lithops Faerie. It's not much to look at...just the basic colors blocked in after transfering the drawing to watercolor paper.
That lamp I got for my drawing table is wonderful. Makes it so much easier to just sit down and work. I'd love a new chair and drawing table. I've been working on this table since high school...it's a little rickety. (Except in college...all the dorm rooms were equipped with pretty decent and BIG drafing tables) But still, I am so glad to have something to work on! :)
Mary kidnapped Daya for the day and took some beautiful photos. My daughter is the Queen of Hair.
That lamp I got for my drawing table is wonderful. Makes it so much easier to just sit down and work. I'd love a new chair and drawing table. I've been working on this table since high school...it's a little rickety. (Except in college...all the dorm rooms were equipped with pretty decent and BIG drafing tables) But still, I am so glad to have something to work on! :)
Mary kidnapped Daya for the day and took some beautiful photos. My daughter is the Queen of Hair.
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