24″ X 24″ Acrylic on Canvas
24″ X 24″ Acrylic on Canvas
Sometime after my last son graduates high school we need to move to new digs. The property taxes in my current home are astronomical and most of the tax revenue goes toward funding the district high schools. After Jeff is done with the school system, it's obvious we need to move on.
The idea of a new home is both wonderfully exciting and scary at the same time. The prospect of a new home gives me a sense of adventure and wonderment of what is yet to come. I have hopes of fulfilling dreams of new things I want in my life, and for my life now that I am fifty. I want to live simply and make positive changes. I know that if I want all these plans to happen I must put them out there in the world so the Universe can meld and mold them into fruition. Here goes:
We want to move to a sweet community not far from where we live now. It must be easily accessible by expressway. I want to move to the country, preferably with a few acres on a wooded lot. I want to have trees and wooded paths where I can walk the dogs and enjoy nature. A little pond or stream running through would be lovely, thank you. In addition, I want an open area where we can have yard parties and plenty of space for the dogs and grandchildren to run and play.
My new home will be a stone farmhouse with divided light windows, a finished attic, possibly four bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms. It must have a large screened in porch overlooking our property where we can sit and enjoy three seasons. What means more to me this time around is my surroundings. I want lots of nature, expansive space, comfort and clean air.
My new home has to nurture the pursuance of my art. I must have a heated outbuilding suitable for an art studio so I can have the space and privacy I need to treat my art as a full time job. In this outbuilding/barn I will not only create art but I will use it for showing my work. I will have gallery showings with wine, cheese, and locals coming to mingle, gawk and buy. This building will also facilitate art retreats and art lessons. It will also be used for girlfriend escapes, which are a necessary factor in a woman's life-this woman's life. Most of all, this home will be a place where my family will want to come and spend time, and where friends will flock.
I will give my little parcel of land a name. It will be an entity worthy of a title.
We will sell our current home fairly quickly and will get a really good price for it. The money made from this house will fully cover the cost of our new home. The property taxes on our new home will be 30% of what we pay here in Tinley Park.
So there you have it Sweet Universe. I have written down my intentions and I'm sending them out to you. Please do what you can to make this happen.
How does the old saying go — girls are “sugar and spice and everything nice,” and boys are “snips and snails and puppy dog tails”?
Aside from not knowing what a “snip” is, I don’t buy it; we’re much more complex than lollipops and unicorns and toy trucks and frogs. This week, we want a window into the complexity that is you. We want your best recipes.
We don’t mean we want your best recipe for fried chicken (although we’ll take that, too — a good fried chicken recipe is always handy). We want the recipe for all the bits and pieces and quirks and foibles and loves that make you you.
To make one over sized loaf of ME:
This recipe calls for a large amount of strength and sanity. Don’t skimp on these two ingredients.
4 c. optimism
3 c. spirituality
3 c. kindness
3 c. creativity
1 c. simplicity
1 c. romance
½ c. bitch (any brand will do)
1/2 c. insecurity (finely aged)
½ c. vulnerability
1/4 c. gypsy
3 oz. solitude
4 tbsp. boldness
1 oz. of worry
Snip of anger
1 Jane Eyre novel-shredded
6 Seasons of Sex and the City finely chopped
Squirt of cadmium red acrylic paint
12 Zinnias (assorted colors)
Sprig of lavender
Flavor with a generous amount of Stevie Nicks
1 whole single of New York State of Mind
Rolling in the Deep ground to perfection
2 repeats of Gimme Shelter
A pinch of witch
1 pot of freshly brewed coffee (with cream and sugar)
3 dashes of bawdy humor
Generous pinch of self-doubt
Sugar and cinnamon to taste
1 pair of black round rimmed specks
1 fresh tube of Bobbi Brown True Pink lipstick
A splash of Lovely cologne
2 sparkly piercings
3 pounds of long blond hair
Combine all ingredients in an extra-large, vintage ironstone bowl. Using an old wooden spoon, fold in ingredients until adequately combined-there will be lumps. Let rise for two sleeps or until mix is ripe and feminine.
Serve with a generous slice of mancake. Preferably tall, dark and handsome.
Store unused portion in a cool, air conditioned room, with a comfortable bed.
(What does your recipe for yourself consist of? Here’s the link: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/weekly-writing-challenge-recipe/#more-31892)
When I look in the mirror I see someone who isn’t really comfortable with her chin. (There, that’s better…put the phone in front of your mouth-hide that chin, I think to my self.) But, in reality, I know I need to cut this wonderful soul and her reflection a break. Because despite her physical imperfections, she’s really fun, artistic, smart, and loving, and when the people who love me are with me they don’t see what I see.
Me and my dad. I hated the hair dryer-it scared me. He came over to make me feel more at ease. The doll didn’t help, either.
Remember those old bonnet style hairdryers? They made a “whrrr” sound and had a funny smell.
A few weeks ago I was in Venice with my family and as we were crossing one of the many pedestrian bridges I spotted this mime looking up at us. The pigeon and the mime seem to be keeping each other company, but if only for a moment.
My family and I just returned from a 12 day stay in Europe. We spent 8 days in Italy and 5 days in Paris. It was absolutely lovely. Here are some of my top of the wave observations, which are really just my personal opinion. You might feel completely different.
I just got the latest issue of Spirituality and Health Magazine yesterday and was enjoying the article on Elizabeth Gilbert about the holy calling of creativity. First off, let me just say I love Ms. Gilbert. She is such a wise old soul….every word out of her mouth is like music to my ears and words to live by.
I have been wrestling with validating the importance of making art and making time to make art, while simultaneously combating the negative force going against me (in that department) who has shown up as my opponent in this match. Without naming names and their relationship to me, I am trying to convince myself that what I am doing is important, it’s what I need to do, it’s what I was born to do (thank you Priscilla!). But my wrestling partner always seems to get the edge on me, causing self doubt and feeding me thoughts of whether the art I strive to make is legitimate and worth my time. I know it is. And as much as I put every ounce of strength into pinning this bad guy down sometimes I lose my hold on him. It is difficult to not let those ugly words sink in and warp the stronghold of my soul.
Ms. Gilbert has written something in this article that has made me think. Yes, I’m taking ownership of her words and I want to share them with you here and make them my own. Because now that I’ve read her words of wisdom, they become my mini manifesto.
‘I was given a contract, and the contract is: “We are not going to tell you why, but we gave you this capacity. Your side of the contract is that you must devote yourself to this in the highest possible manner, you must approach it with the greatest respect, and you must give your whole self to this. And then we will work with you on making progress.” That’s sort of what it feels like for me.
My contract is one of creating art and never doubting my purpose or intent in this life and especially not allowing anyone to get in my head and cause me to feel otherwise. To my wrestling nemesis: If you can’t support me in my artistic endeavors, then just leave me alone. And keep your damn mouth shut because I have a contract binding to my soul.