Friday, July 24, 2009
another summer week has past....
i can hear the birds in the trees chirping and chattering this morning. an owl in the old tree next door.
i can hear the heartbreak of my two best friends who had both called yesterday completely distraught- pleading for me to call back. both kid/ parent issues but at the opposite spectrums. one kid/ stupid choice, the other parent/ health....
i can see the stillness in our trees this morning. it is very calming, peaceful...
my feet step off the steps and onto the warm cement driveway. i can feel the course grooves of the cement under my feet. the warmth feels good- the morning is actually a little cool.
summer has to be the best- strawberries, blueberries- i can't keep enough in the house. the peaches and nectarines so juicy it drips off your chin- those are the best.
i can smell anticipation of possible change in our air here...discussions of why a move would be good- not a huge move, but, a move is a move; however, the amount of change would be huge...new schools, new friends...alot of work; is the whole lot of work and change worth the change....we have high expectations...it would need to be perfect. so until we figure this out...the smell of anxious, nervous, underlined with excitement at potentials....
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
so do you think the older we get, maybe more responsibility, jobs, our own kids, life in general, just gets in the way, and we are just not open to those experiences? i wonder to myself, as the tv has some video game playing, there is music playing because the game isn't enough, the phone is ringing (and no one is answering it...oh, wait- there is hope-someone grabbed it), and our oldest son is talking to me as i am trying to type my thoughts....and i wonder why i don't listen to the little voices or paying enough attention to experience deja vu....
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
on a trip into town the kids were playing that game where you make shapes out of the clouds....so on my walk last night, i was thinking about that and looking at the trees. i have always worked in the medical field- (my professional career- plenty of crappy minimum wage jobs before and during college) and the trees always remind me of our lungs.
ok- now you are saying what are you talking about. but, i did angiograms of pretty much anywhere or any organ in the body in my previous job and the one dreaded exam was the one of the lungs. digital was in full bloom in our dept, but, we had one doc that believed when shoot the pictures of the lungs- actual film was the way to go. we rarely used the film except for lungs, so, it never failed- the bucky (the thing that is holding the film before it is exposed)would jam. long story....the first few pictures of the angiogram look like a winter tree- bare branches; starting with the trunk and then, dividing and dividing. once you get past those first few frames the contrast would fill all the little capillaries and the lungs would "blush" looking like a summer tree. the few few pictures were always very pretty...even the blush was cool- it was just really full. so, just in case you were ever wondering what a pulmonary angiogram looked like- trees. and use that language- pulmonary angiogram- you can impress your friends....
photos: my tree at dusk by joiseyshowaa
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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Friday, July 3, 2009
i can close my eyes and still see all the wonderful colors that Bob Burridge will use to paint- even though i have been home a week now.
i can still smell all that excitement in the air of 26 artists there to learn and watch Bob paint. and some very talented people in the student chairs....
when Bob was lecturing- what great interaction from the group....i can hear the laughter. and when we would be painting...you could hear the music in the background, and the brushes and fingers painting.
i could taste the anticipation of another day- hardly able to wait to learn some more; not able to sleep because i was so excited to learn more....
i discovered i love to paint with my fingers (image that...). i would dab before, but, now, i really love to just paint with them. i love the feel of the paint on my fingers- i love the way that i can still be picking those beautiful colors off of my fingers hours, and hours later...and still see traces of those colors.
i have been home for a week- but, i wanted to make sure and capture what and how i felt that week of painting. i can't explain or tell you enough- inspirational.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
i watched Jamie's video this week and found it just what i needed and i am hoping what others needed as well....i remember in week 1 and 2 thinking OMG- I have to do that because that was soooo cool; but, when it came right down to it- i really don't want to follow along (except for the cherry kisses- i couldn't resist those). what i really wanted by participating in this journey was to find my own way because- there will be some of the tasks that will be a big stretch- like the shower bit- i still haven't done that one- and i am sooo admiring those of you who have gone for it with gusto. i know i will in my own time, but, i am so enjoying the little stretches right now. i am really happy to be a part of this- what an incredible bunch of individuals we are! wreck on and i am totally in on the trading away our favorite page!!