Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Sea glass

Chaos theory scientists call it bifurcation of homeostasis. I call it - getting up after you have fallen on your ass. These last two weeks have been pure chaos. With baby steps I can feel the pendulum swinging back the other way - back toward normalcy but sadly we aren't there yet. This, on my first day back in the studio, I just sit - exhausted. Out of the corner of my eye I see a shell filled with sea glass. Polished and unpolished there together. Oh...I see how it is. If you want to be polished and smooth you have to be tumbled around by the turbulent waters and rocky shores. That is certainly what it has felt like! Hopefully we have all been polished enough by this latest event. With luck on my side you may see me stretched out on some beach all smooth and round and wearing green. Somebody else can be the unfinished blue sea glass.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

A lot can change in a week

A lot can change in one week. Rather than wrap things up and see the school year come to a close, I spent the week learning new pathways through the hospital to the bed of my mother in law. A broken hip, medicine mistakes, full moon and lunar eclipse  made me stretch and redirect my steps. I am on a new path now but there's no reason not to take my camera with me. My camera slows me down and reminds me that it is all about being in this moment... not yesterday or tomorrow, but right now. When I slowed and saw that it was raining (again and still) I sighed a deep sigh... thank goodness not all things change at once.

When I take a breather outside the hospital, the chairs are covered with rain drops.
Too wet to sit, but not too wet to take a picture.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

You Are My Sunshine

I grumbled as I struggled with the wet gate. The rain had just stopped and everything was sopping wet.  More rain, seriously? This is excessive even for the Northwest! And then thoughts of her came to me as I pushed past the daisy's at the gate. When I was a child my mother would sing to me - You are my sunshine, my only sunshine - on rainy days when we both thought it should be sunny.  I paused thinking it was so odd to think of that song but then I became aware of the beauty of the rain drops on all these sunny little faces.

Thank you Mom for reminding me to stop, look and listen
to the rhythms of the earth.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you...

The sunshine may come and go, but it is
good to know you will always be with me.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Wabi Sabi Beauty

I have fallen in love with Flora, Oregon. Would you call it well attended decrepitude or wabi-sabi beauty? How is it possible to be in the past and the present at the same time? Was this ghost town just a figment of my imagination? How could it be? The yellow violets looked so real.