e s s a y

i finished my essays for my test tonight. he lets us type them out before class. first was what would michael fried and michael foucault's reaction be to the artist tracy emin. i didn't know her work so i had to look it up"

stupid drunk bitch


my messy bed

then what would guy debord, jiro yoshihara and jean-paul sartre have to say to at a lecture on campus about creativity in the 21st century. man my brain is getting strong!

too much

after a week with my little sister and her son here, i haven't been able to do anything. i signed up to do the psychology conference at school to get a good letter of recommendation for grad school. i know it will be good but man it added to my work load. i have to write three 10 page papers this month, i have a test tuesday and man oh man. i'm feeling like my head is going to explode.

herbs

from my momma for our 2 year anniversary! it's so beautiful! i hope i can keep them all alive!

so i am graduating after this semester.

i hope i get my new store rocking and rolling soon (still keeping my fingers crossed it goes smooth).

looking forward to having a little more free time. . . only 4 tests, 1 essay, 2 oral reports, 3 8-10 page papers and i'm a college graduate. well i guess i graduated from the boulder college of massage but you know. . .

pennies from heaven

this week i keep finding heads up pennies. . .

this was today while i was running. in the parking lot at the grocery store, at school.

what is the message?

do i have some luck coming?

should i be saving my pennies?

maybe i need to download that song!

awe hawaii

i was looking here and thought i would take this pictures of the shells i found in hawaii, not quite as cute but love my sweet little shells!

i took a nice 2 mile run (thanks to tyler and mapmyrun.com i know how long it was). i can see how that site can get addicting.

everyone loves a parade

i have to admit i laughed really hard when kiko said, "i just realized, who ever said, 'everyone loves a parade' was being sarcastic." you do start to notice how very few people look like they are having fun. people standing around smoking and drinking. trying to find a place to see. dogs barking, children crying. it definetely is a far cry from the parades of my youth, but then again that was small town and the grand floral parade in portland. there was usually candy and i could always see.

i took this picture:
it reminded me of friedlander:

Lee Friedlander
Lafayette, Louisiana
1968

a lot of times he included his shadow in the picture. a pioneer of the snap shot. of course i didn't mean to catch my shadow in the picture but maybe neither did he.

beautiful day walking back to the car. . .


p.s. i was looking up pictures from the floral parade in portland. . . i do remember umbrellas:

o m

Man today was busy. . . my meeting went well. i think it'll be all good once they go over the contract! eek. . .

today i had my expressive arts therapies class and a woman named rev nur came in and we did music therapy in class. pretty fun. we talked about om and that there are really 3 sounds. . .

A (aaaa) creation
U (ooooo) preservation
M (mmmm) disolution

plus we sang and played instruments. it was fun. . .

this morning i watched this movie

it's a documentary and it is heart breaking. it really is just heart breaking but a very well made film, but it will rock you for a while and be ready to cry!

loving

my new jeans. i got 2 new pairs of jeans at maurices and i love them.  i got 2 free scarves too. . . well i guess not really free, thrown in with the purchase.  i've been needing new jeans for a long time.  it's crazy what a well fitting pair of jeans can do for you. . . . 

s w e e t

so i embroidered myself a shirt.  it is kind of a funky color and was on sale at target so i spruced it up a little. . . pretty sweet huh?!?

c h a n g e

the only constant.  welcome spring, time for renewal.  all winter planted seed lay and now is time to bring them to fruition.  meeting scheduled for friday!  

fingers crossed! say a prayer!

(this is a logo from here)

driving home after going to yoga the other night and doing probably the longest head stand of my life it came to me  B A M 

 

a light bulb moment.  

what to do.

expand my current chair massage business. D U H

i think it might happen. i got a positive email back that ended:
Lets make a date/time to meet so we can discuss our future partnership.

so please send some love/prayers/energy what ever you do. . . that it works out.

xo

it's there when you need it

our teacher read this story to us today. . . i found it on the internet, i don't know if it's true but this story made me cry in class.  it made me wonder what my song is, what my son's song is.  

“THEY'RE SINGING YOUR SONG” 

“When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they pray and meditate until they hear the song of the child. They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose. When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud. Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else. 

“When the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child's song to him or her. Later, when the child enters education, the village gathers and chants the child's song. When the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, the people again come together and sing. At the time of marriage, the person hears his or her song. Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the person's bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the person to the next life. 

“In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them. 

“The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. . . . 

“. . . You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life itself reminds you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn't. . . . “ ~Alan Cohen~ 

then i was looking up how to sceen print and found this too.  i think it's a pretty good story and he said some thing about how he only had the education of wood cutting in high school, he didn't know where else he got, he said it's just in there, it's just there when i need it.  everyone has these innate qualities but we loose them.  i'm inspired.

a b s t r a c t

i can't take credit, palmer took this, but i like it.

what to do now

i'm feeling. . . i don't know.  i think i'm actually graduating at the end of this semester and i'm like what the. . . what now?!   i had imagined when i graduated i would move to the northwest but that's not happening so now what?  i though maybe i would keep going and get a BFA too.  double major or go on and get my masters in public health.  then i was thinking of art therapy, but i need a few more art classes.  then recently i was inspired to possibly do the masters in somatic counseling at naropa.  

that's kind of what i'm thinking but i don't know how we would make it work.  i'm freaked out about having to start paying loans back and having to start working more.  it seems like for child care there are a lot more affordable options once a kiddo is 3.  so i have a while until he's 3, and i'd like to stay home with him until then.  i don't know what i'm doing.  maybe everything would just work for me to stay home and be very frugal.  probably.  ugh. .. 

soup

i also wanted to share a yummy soup i made.  i was trying to re-create watercourse's tomato coconut curry soup and i did a pretty good job.  it wasn't exact but it was good. . . 

i sauteed 1/2 a yellow onion sliced and 1 cup of cabbage sliced

then added 28 oz + 14 oz cans of chopped tomato (next time i'll use crushed tomatos or crush them myself)

then i can of coconut milk

2 TBS + of red curry paste

then some salt and pepper

and i put in a teaspoon or 2 of brown sugar

i added a dash of garlic powder too.

yummy

museum & watch out madness

man i'm drained today.  

i've got some cool pictures from the kirkland museum

it is an awesome museum.  so much more that i'll have to go back.  but first. . . 

a drawing a did. . .

so i've been working on this peacock feather for a few days and i fell asleep and left it out and while i was making coffee i forgot it was sitting out and palmer helped.  ugh, live and learn.  i think i might cut it out with and glue it on to a new piece of paper.  i thought it was coming along quite nice.  

from the museum:

Della Robbia (Rozane LIne) c. 1906 by Frederick Hurten Rhead

Mettlach Ceramics Art Nouveau (c. 1900) 

Mr. Kirkland himself The mystery of explosion on the Sun Six Billion Years B.C. 

1979, oil and water on linen

Another of Vance Kirkland's paintings

The Energy of Explosions Twenty-Four Billion Years B.C. 

1979, Oil and water on linen

This was Kirkland's Studio. . . I love it!

He used to suspend himself on the straps over his canvas.

A lot of the wears were from his own private collection.  He loved beautiful things.

They have a show right now of Colorado Abstracts. 

Mary Chenoweth, 1958 Marabout, Mixed Media on canvas

Paul Kauvar Smith, Fantasia, early 1950's, oil on canvas

They had quite a few Edward Marecak, and I loved his work.  This is

 "Winter Witch Frightened by Spring" from 1968, oil on board.

This is a found object sculpture by Bob Ragland, 1986.  

This is in no way a good representation of what they have.  there are so many chairs!  so much pottery and sculpture.