Monday, August 22, 2011

Scents and Senses

First of all, I want to assure you, despite the fact that I don't have any pictures to adorn this post.  It's really me.  I am coming to you tonight from my laptop.  This is usually a place of calm, a place of serenity.  I don't do business here.... this is my haven.  This is where I come to when I want to get away. 

I know I made a blog post
a while back about "Girl Baths".  They are a ritual of mine that I have passed on to my daughter.  I don't know how many of you understand or even have similar rituals.  But this is time that I hold very dear.  I soak in a warm bath......I add the oils that I like.  I use only the best quality soaps, shampoos and lotions.  It's time to cleanse my spirit of the days stresses. I clear my mind of all my daily trials.  I open up to new and creative thoughts and dreams.  I guess it is as close to a meditation time that I ever get.  I really allow myself to completely relax and reflect.

Tonight, as I lay in the piping hot water, surrounded by what I consider my personal luxuries I realized something.  Lately there have been some changes in my house.  I am struggling with how to say this without getting to personal.  The sweet scents that bring me my personal serenity, are beckoning me to sleep.

Perhaps another night I can share with you some of the amazing things I have learned about myself, and the scents I surround myself in.  Until then.  Good Night Sweet Ones.  Be safe, be strong, and sleep well.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

When I think of Blue. Azual.



 Song: Sarah Evans

Woke up late today, and I still feel the sting of the pain.
But I brushed my teeth anyway, got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face.
I got a little bit stronger.

Riding in the car to work, and I'm trying to ignore the hurt.
So I turned on the radio, Stupid song made me think of you,
I listened to it for minute, but then I changed it.
I'm getting a little bit stronger, just a little bit stronger.
And I'm done hoping that we can work it out,
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around.
And ohhh
I'm done thinking, that you could ever change.
I know my heart will never be the same,
but I'm telling myself I'll be okay.
Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger.

Doesn't happen over night, but you turn around and a months gone by,
And you realize you haven't cried.
I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer.
I'm busy getting stronger.

And I'm done hoping that we can work it out,
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around.
And ohhh
I'm done thinking, that you could ever change.
I know my heart will never be the same,
but I'm telling myself I'll be okay.
Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger.
I get a little bit stronger.

Getting along without you baby,
I'm better off without you baby,
How does it feel with out me baby?
I'm getting stronger without you baby.

I'm just a little bit stronger.
A little bit, a little bit, a little bit stronger.
I get a little bit stronger. 


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Proud “Southern” girl, born and raised in the North.

I was born and raised in Seattle Washington, and proud of it.  But a few years ago my family was transferred South Carolina.  The move was very difficult.  I left everything and everyone I knew behind.  To top that off, the people, the culture, the way of life, was so different.  It was like I had moved to a foreign country.  

It took me a while to adjust.  When I walked into a shop, I would be greeted right away.  Not just with a hello, but with a person that was really interested in me and where I was coming from, and how their little store could help me. 

People talked….. A lot!  Every time I left the house I would end up meeting someone and learning a little more about the community.  I thought it was so weird to have men run to open doors for me, and children saying “Yes Mamam, and No Mamam”. 

My neighbors came by my house several times to say hi, and welcome within the first few days of moving in.  As time went on, it wasn’t just a welcome; they kept coming by, with how are you?  And what can I do to make things easier for you.  The local Bible group is praying for you, and so many gifts!  Every time I turned around there was someone giving me something.  Sometimes I didn’t even know them.  It wasn’t necessarily something of monetary value; it was a book about family, or flowers for my dinner table.  It was a phone call when times were tough, and a hot meals left on my door after I had my baby.  No one ever expected anything in return.  This is just how people in the south live.  This is how they treat each other, and even a “Yankee” that just moved to the South.

I recently moved home, back to the north.  I have been here over a month.  I haven’t met one of my neighbors, and yesterday a man leaving the grocery store let a door slam on me while I was juggling my 8 month old baby and my purse.  My first thought as I barely caught the door was just…wow.  That would have never happened in South Carolina.  I think our country needs to take a good look at our values, and maybe we all need a little of the south in us.




Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Playing with Porcelain

One of the new mediums I have been using is Porcelain clays.  I have made some intriguing   English Medieval style Medallions  However, porcelain was believed to have originated in China.  They began exporting Chinese porcelains of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries to Europe.  Kings spent their fortunes paying alchemists to recreate the opulent pieces the imported.

We are much luckier today, and I can try and create small pieces reminiscent of centuries ago in my own Kiln at home!!  Right now, I have been concentrating on medieval designs, Chinese symbols, and a beautiful flower from India, called the mehndi flower.    I have even gotten some Celtic symbols, following my own heritage.  

 I will be unveiling more as I perfect my techniques.  Every piece I have been working on has tons on symbolism and history behind it.  I think everything you wear should mean something to you.  I like to think that your most prized possessions have a way of finding you, and not the other way around.  Cheers to all of you that follow your artistic dreams and create new and wonderful ways that we can all work on expressing ourselves.