Putting it all together

Here's the desktop, blessed by years of painting projects. This is what my fingers would look like if I hadn't been able to wash them.

At the moment I'm concentrating my efforts on creating lots of backgrounds for our family travel journal so I'm all ready to go on July 1 when we start our Leary Family Roadtrip.

The Happily box is going to get a coat of encaustics (wax paint) on top as soon as I get a full two uninterrupted hours to go outside and work.

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Don't Read This if You Don't Like the Word Pee

Okay... so I think I nearly broke the toilet from plopping down on it so hard to go pee. WHY did I plop instead of coming in for my usual graceful landing? Because my best friend encouraged me to go to the gym and take her weight lifting class... and because I did it... and because she's so darn encouraging that I tried to show off how MOST people who don't go to the gym for four months would really stink their first time back... but not me! I decided that I should prove that I am a superhero who can skip the gym for four months and come in looking fresh and fit and strong as an ox... okay, okay... an ox that can lift a 2kg dumbell. I decided that these sleeping muscles could SURELY do just as many squats as that cute 60 year old woman in the front row whose gluteus maximus muscles look nice and bouncy. I'm just going to have to be deliberate about which chairs I go to sit in today. Spindly antique ones are definitely NOT my best option. ...

In Honor of Writing (and Art-ing) Groups

"Turn it over one hundred times, and on the one-hundred-and-first time you'll understand... When you think you understand a teaching, when you have an interpretation of a story or character that feels comfortable or right, it's time to start over at the beginning." Vacation is letting me turn things over, turning over the perceptions, the interpretations I've held on to so tightly. And, I know I said I wouldn't write,but there are some things that just can't wait. This last week I went with my mom to visit the writing group she leads. There were nine women there, all of us interested in improving our writing. Each woman took a turn reading something she'd prepared and our indomitable leader offered us two opportunities for six-minute timed writings (topic one: the eighth dwarf, topic two: shoes). The writing was BEAUTIFUL! And here's what I learned from being in San Antonio, Texas, with a group of women I've never met: There are peopl...

Undivided Self

Palmer describes two teachers, one who found joy and success in his career, and another who did not. He attributed the joyful teacher's success to the idea that he taught "from an undivided self." He says, "In the undivided self, every major thread of one's life experience is honored, creating a weave of such coherence and strength that it can hold students and subject as well as self." The other teacher, on the other hand, projected his inner warfare onto his students. The joyful teacher enjoyed craft, while the sour teacher enjoyed nothing. The joyful teacher was "enlarged" by his teaching. The sour teacher was diminished. As teachers we are either the joyful teacher OR the sour teacher. We have days, maybe even weeks, of being the joyful teacher and days of being the sour one. In my personal experience, when I am actually in the room teaching students I am the joyful one 95% of the time. When I leave the room and enter the rest of...

The Days of Day

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