~FREE TO GOOD HOME~

(Two sweet GREASSSY 'pains in the asses'.)

Care to imagine coming home from your morning to run to school to find about three litres of cooking oil flooding your kitchen? Finding your dogs licking each other like they were a couple of tasty,greasy, hairy French fries? Which is also probably exactly what they tasted like! (Last night Jon decided to make us fries the old-fashioned way. I was planning on dealing with the pot when I got home from taking the kids to school...and the thought did cross my mind that my beasties might think of getting into mischief...but nah,it would be okay! I'd only be gone 10 minutes. So now those ten minutes have turned into about an hours worth of cleaning! UUUURRRRGGGGG! :)

So if you're so inclined these two are also great at:

*Filling a king size bed. Cooter(the one with the guilty look on his face.)also loves to spoon and snore.

*Leaving little doggie bombs in your yard.

*Stealing folded socks out of your freshly folded laundry, and playing tug-of-war with them.

*Prewashing your dishes.

*Vaccuming up any food off your floors.

*Supervising your bathroom activities.

*Being 'doggie-doorbells' when guests arrive.

*Exercising your kitties...and you, for that matter...

*Shedding on EVERYTHING...

*...and making sure you are never short on unconditional love.

So...if you are so inclined to sign up for this...let me know. I promise I'll bath them before I send them on their way.


Love and doggie dust-bunnies...

ox

~Yesterday...

Well, at least I can remember it like yesterday. And I know it looks like we stepped out of the 1950's...and yes, that is a scarf tied around my ponytail...but it was actually 1988. This was Jon and I on a hot date at the Calgary International Airport. We thought we'd duck into the photo booth for a little fun...I was listening to Deb Talan, and going through a box of old photos this morning...and these were at the bottom. Ahhhh.....bliss! :)

I love her song 'A Kinder Columbus', and was hoping to find a video on youtube...but alas, there isn't one...so instead here are the lyrics to this beautiful song...

an open sea by darkest night
still deep water and crossing
is made by faith starlight
the mystery was over
shifting oceans and changes
in topography
in dreams
we were swept together
when i awoke he was next to me
he is my columbus
sailed all around my heart opened
my assumptions lemons of light
in the dark there is nothing
i could hold away from him
like a native giving gifts
received with gentleness
he is my kinder columbus
dancing down a sidewalk
pasta honeysuckle moon such
tenderness and his head against mine
full blown technicolor
my eyes were blind
he is my columbus
sailed all around
my heart opened
my assumptions lemons of light
in the dark there is nothing
i could hold away from him
like a native giving gifts
received with gentleness
he is my kinder columbus
he'll never know how much
his loving me allowed me
to begin i didn't think anyone
would want to travel with me
all the way in i did not think
i would ever discover him he
is my columbus sailed all
around my heart opened
my assumptions lemons of light
in the dark there is nothing
i could hold away from him
like a native giving gifts
received with gentleness
he is my kinder columbus

Wishing you peace...love...and someone warm and wonderful to wrap yourself around this weekend. :)

~Changes in Progress...~

(Bohemian Joy, and Summer Song in progress...:)


It stands to reason, that with the changing of the seasons...and the changes in my life...that so too, is my art. I've been feeling a little dissatisfied with it lately...like I've been pushing it...over thinking it. (Which, coincidentally, is what I do in many areas of my life.)

Growing up, I had the privilege of watching a fantastic artist struggle, and work, and grow...My father is the quintessential, eccentric artist...an extreme perfectionist, who left me awestruck...and VERY intimidated. I remember when I was about twelve, and he found one of my sketches on my bedroom floor...it was a pencil crayon drawing of a saloon showgirl, of all things. Let's just say that his critique made me no less passionate about art, but ensured that I kept my work hidden for years...knowing full well that it wasn't good enough.

How often we take experiences like this, and let them alter how we view ourselves. This is one of many interactions that left a mark on me. This is what I was thinking about the other day when I was staring at my canvas wondering why I just wasn't 'feelin' the love' for it. It was because I was standing there worrying about proportions...choosing the right colour palette...trying to get the shading right...blah, blah, blah. I'd totally lost the joy...that connection with our souls that we feel whenever we a focusing, deeply creating...and so I walked away. I sat with this for a few days...and then I let it go...not completely, but enough to bring me to freedom...and colour...swirly free-formed flowers, and little retro birds...and proportions be-damned! And after spending this weekend in class...I will be spending part of my holiday Monday singing...dancing...and painting. Who knows, I might actually get something finished. ;-)


Have a Happy LONG Weekend...
xo

~A Simple Day....

(A lost fern...found this morning.)

I am...

Watching leaves of gold and red flutter off their trees, and float against the brilliant blue sky, scattering on the green grass.

Watching little ones doze off into to dreamland...listening to some beautiful music.

Sipping my green tea.

Thinking of snatching a few moments to paint...after I sweep the floor and do the lunch dishes...

but I may end up dozing a little myself...and wonder if it's possible to ever love to much. (I honestly don't think so.)

Today is a fabulous day...Hope you're having one too...
xo