We are all interconnected. What you do today, right now, matters the most. You are creating and influencing the world around you at every moment so take a deep breath, smile and shine light into your sphere of influence. It's how we can all make the world a better place. ~Zeke of Bodhicitta
(Creative EveryDay/Flickr Project #365 photo for 1/30/10)
My girls are asleep...I'm listening to steady in and out of their breath. I've been searching for quiet moments...found one and now I'm savoring it. Quiet moments...connections...future themes to explore with Creative EveryDay and Flickr Project 365... For now...I just listen...and breathe.
(Professional photographers and knowledgeable amateurs need not read any further -- in fact, don't!)
~Still reading???? OK, you've been warned, though!~
I took this photograph!!!
I touched it up in Picassa and LOOK!!!
Isn't it beautiful?!
I MADE THIS!
Well, Mother Nature made it, but I made this photo!
This is the morning sky photographed from my deck door on 1/26/2010. It had rained torrents the day before and there was so much motion in the sky as the storm swirled away and the sun prepared to rise:
And, look, here's the whole view. It's such a blessing to see a morning like this one.
This pretty paper star was given to me recently by a dear, lovely person. Isn't it beautiful! Imagine the patience needed to create this! This friend of mine is fantastically artistic -- she's talented in so many ways (this just nicks the surface). And she shares of herself so graciously and generously. One of her many gifts is working with young children -- it's magical to see her interact with little ones! This friend inspires me to live more authentically and creatively as well as with courage and caring. You'd be hard-pressed to find a kinder soul!
I've been trying to capture the star for many days now. It was never quite right. And, then, yesterday an abundant rain poured in sheets just bursting upon my window. The lighting was perfect and I just love how the star looks with the pouring rain as a backdrop (no pun intended!).
This fantastic specimen is the door knocker from our old front door. We had to replace the door this past fall. We forgot to take down the knocker!! We phoned the contractor -- he had tossed the whole door, knocker included, into a dumpster. We had the nerve to ask if by any chance it could be retrieved. He said he might just possibly try...
Days and days passed...and then one day it appeared on the door step. We are so grateful to have it back. It's a beauty! We aren't ready to give it a more permanent home...for now it looks lovely on the living room book cases.
most people don’t do very well and I get discouraged with their existence, it’s such a waste: all those bodies, all those lives malfunctioning: lousy quarterbacks, bad waitresses, in-competent carwash boys and presidents, cowardly goal-keepers inept garage mechanics bumbling tax accountants and so forth
now and then
I see a single performer doing something with a natural excellence
it can be a waitress in some cheap cafe or a 3rd string quarterback coming off the bench with 24 seconds on the clock and completing that winning 60 yard pass
which lets me believe that the possibility of the miracle is here with us almost every day
and I’m glad that now and then some 3rd string quarterback shows me the truth of that belief whether it be in science, art, philosophy, medicine, politics, and/or etc.
else I’d shoot all the lights out of this fucking city right now
When I was pregnant with Emma, I had a terrible cold/cough/sinus infection thing going early on. This is a list the doctor wrote out for me of over the counter medications I was allowed to take while pregnant. I was afraid to lose the note, so I stuck it to the inside of our linen closet where it has remained since. For more than 11 years I've looked at this note -- it reminds me of the innocence we had back then -- the joyful anticipation of our first child, our sweet baby girl, Emma.
We have a small bowl of "Soothing Stones." You can sit, run the stones through your hands, and just breathe. You may just find the "Ahhhhhh!" stone.
(The intention is "Ahhhh" as in the sound you make when you exhale a deep breath...not the "Ahhhh" you shriek when you've just seen a spider. I'm dealing with some parenting trials and tribulations tonight and that stone looks a whole lot like the sound you make when you are pulling out your hair!)
Are you mocking me, soothing stone?!?? Huh? You want a piece of this?? Let me see what you've got, Mrs. Soothing Mc-Soothy pants.
We picked it up along the way somewhere, early on in our marriage. It's special because it's from Borysewicz Dairy in Southington, CT - the town I grew up in -- well that...and our affinity for "old junk."
Inspired by Harrigan Howdy's: Fast. Cheap. Easy. Valentine's Decoration and Jam*Jilly's Content Decor, I took this welcome sign piece of paper I had taped to my wall (I'm admitting this?!) and created a Welcome Sign I can display proudly.
It's the same paper, taped now to a cute (cheap) scrapbook paper, and framed!
Thanks for the inspiration Harrigan Howdy and Jam*n*Jilly!
Friday's Every Day Creative/Flickr Project 365 "Sentimental Object" photo is taken from an angel given to me by a friend who passed through my life, but not before she changed me ~ another incredibly wise, strong, compassionate, peace-loving, kind, smart, funny and artful woman who left her mark on me.
This beautiful angel has fallen off the wall hundreds of times. She's lost the pretty, delicate, lacy banner she used to hold, and the crown on her head. Her toes look chewed off, but she's still holding up, and I love her for it.
She currently sits outside my bedroom door, near another window from PopPop's and some spin art by Annie, reminding me of the beauty that has been brought into my life by people like this now far-away friend who has had many struggles of her own and shared so generously of herself.
Who has come and gone, but left the beauty of their spirit in your life?
UPDATE: I have just found a beautiful project over at The Pleated Poppy and I may transform the window a'la "New Life for an Old Door".
Hanging in my window its beauty transforms as the lighting changes, shifting, sometimes spinning, reflecting light and color -- a beautiful metaphor for my life's journey. It is a friendship ball given to me by someone very, very special to me. A dear friend, who is also my Annie's godmother. I have had it hanging in my window ever since I received it (except for a few months when it hung precariously from a tack in my bedroom -- eeek!).
I see it every day and it reminds me of the connections we have to one another and it inspires me to live my life with the spirit my friend lives hers, with kindness, courage, faith, humor, generosity, and artfulness. She puts those traits into action again and again, shining her light into the lives of those around her.
When I and my family donate to the Red Cross tonight (Haiti Relief), I'll be thinking of the people in need and the people who help, in ways big and small -- people like my friend.
Serious crochet binge took place recently...here's one of the creations:
It's a Ruffle Scarf!
Just fooling around, using up old yarn scraps. My 7 year old loved this! Here's the pattern it's based on. I didn't have the correct size crochet hook, so mine is more narrow. I have Pattern Phobia -- usually just use variegated yarns and one style stitch to make pretty scarves and blankets. This pattern really is my first successful use of a pattern ;-0 Giving me encouragement to try some others. In any event, viola, my craft.
Horrible title and name for this object, but that's what we call her around here!
So, let me introduce you to The Good Mother...
I saw her at 10,000 Villages, in New Haven several years ago. I immediately burst into tears. I have not come to motherhood gracefully...I have struggled greatly along it's path. When I saw this figure, I was overcome. I didn't buy it that day, but after a couple of weeks of not getting her out of my mind I went back.
Peace, strength, bliss, love...
The way her arms just envelope the child, it's hard to see where one ends and the other begins...
The softness and strength of her ample form...
How she's *holding* that child like there's no one and no thing else in the world...
Looking at her, I just know everything will be alright...that I can love enough and be loved enough.
The look of pure bliss, peace, and utter love she holds in her face...
Unconditional love and acceptance...
And those hands...they can hold all the grief and all the joy in my heart... (this photo of her hands is my photo for the Project 365 pool on Flickr)
She is a symbol of the powerful divine feminine spirit of nurturing and protection. When I think of her, at times, I'm the mother and at other times, the child.
My daughters and I often take our troubles, our hardest or unanswerable questions, to The Good Mother. She stands sentry in our living room. Look closely and you can see her looking over my karate crew here.
I see reflections of love, of happiness and joy, of craziness and whimsy, of tears and smiles, of crazy dance moves, of laundry and laughter, of comings and goings, of books read and cuddles shared...
This mirror is sentimental as it is made from a window that comes from Pop Pop's house. Pop Pop, Paul Lipkvich, is Paul's grandfather. Paul and I lived at Pop Pop's early in our marriage, while I was pursuing my Master's in Education in a program that had me interning during the day and in a full load of classes at night. I couldn't have completed my degree without Pop Pop graciously allowing us to live with him -- there was no time for me to have a paying job during that year. We ended up staying with him for two years and when the windows were replaced in the house, we nabbed them. Paul and I made mirrors out of several of them.
All those years letting in the sun at Pop Pop's and now this window sits in my living room, bearing witness to our family's life.
Look carefully and you'll see more writing all over the house (on the mantel and along the ceiling - oh yes I did, gah!), you'll see other sentimental objects to be featured in future posts, and the dust and fingerprints living a full life leaves little time to clean. I look forward to many more reflections of our life in this mirror, as we grow ourselves, our marriage, our children, and their children...
just. love. it.
Is there an object in your home that has been witness to your changing family?