“All is well.”
Trying saying it. Even out loud. Just to see how it feels.
Posts Tagged ‘Life experiences’
23 Aug
Sunday Morning Quote (8/23/15)
“I do not give anyone else responsibility for the way I feel.”
— Abraham-Hicks/Hay House
(What a bitter pill to swallow. But what a liberating one!)
18 Jul
A Label-Free World
What an incredible truth! (And, oh gosh, how it indicts me.)
I LOVE this short video about labeling:
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10 Jul
Don’t Tell ME You Can’t Tell I Teach at an Art School!
(Van Gogh)
(Michelangelo)
Last evening, I grandson-sat Daniel (8) and Gabriel (5) while daughter Amy and son-in-law Orte went fancy gallivanting around town.
First, we played a quick game of basketball in the 110 real feel (Neal feel!) Savannah heat, quickly realized we were idiots and ran back inside.
Then we ate a hasitily prepared supper (I like the word “supper” in the summer south so much better than sometimes-pretentious “dinner”), consisting of peanut butter and honey sandwiches, and scrambled eggs and microwaveable bacon. (Okay, so maybe not the healthiest Savannah summer supper choice.)
Afterwards, I broke up a third fight over what level to play a video game (Skylanders? Huh?) and threatened pain if they didn’t stop. (Do grandchildren anywhere take grandparents’ threats seriously?)
Finally I suggested drawing pictures. Daniel immediately bought into the peace ploy, quickly pulling out the tools.
We went to work.
D and G:
D:
G:
Me:
To be honest, I think I felt more pressure since I teach as an adjunct at an art school (SCAD–Savannah College of Art and Design). Allright, so maybe I teach ESL (English as a Second Language) there. But still, it’s an art school.
Daniel’s first (of nine pieces!) finished work of the evening:
“Spyro Super Fire Balls.”
Gabriel’s first (and only): “Morning Apple Orchard” (which looks a little like “Spyro Super Fire Balls”):
(“This makes my hand hurt,” he exclaimed, upon completion–and immediately lay down under the dining room table to rest.)
My first work, “Spotted Dog with a Bad Attitude”:
The muses inspired, and the art continued to roll out.
Daniel: “Let me brainstorm on what to call my next one.” (Two second pause.) “Sharp Tooth Spyro!” And so it was.
“Mega Bolt Cynder”:
“Destroyer Horn Spyro”:
Daniel wasn’t the only one the muses attended to:
“Green Tree Circle of Life”:
“Self Portrait”:
When we finished, Daniel and I curated an art gallery in the sun room. (We barely heard Gabriel as he kept yelling from the playroom: “Stop drawing! Stop drawing!”)
At one point Daniel looked at me and said, “This is SO much fun! Don’t you agree, Abu?”
My artistic heart melted.
9 Jul
I Survived Plunging Over Niagara Falls! (Seriously!)
On this day 55 years ago, 7-year-old Roger Woodward, who was wearing a life jacket, survived a 162-foot plunge over Niagara Falls after a boating accident. Woodward, who later developed a love of boating, became a certified diver, even joined the Navy, became the first person to go over the Falls by accident and live. He had one peaceful moment during the chaotic, scary incident… (1960)
While he was going over the brink of the Falls, he said he felt like he was “floating in a cloud. I had no sensation of up or down.” Newspapers called it a “miracle” that he survived the rocky bottom of Horseshoe Falls. It may have been a “water cone” that broke his fall, a phenomenon of water and air bouncing back up from the rocks. The retired white collar worker, who now lives in Alabama suffered only a slight concussion, scrapes and bruises. His first word when rescued in Ontario by the tour boat at the bottom was reportedly, “Gosh”.
— Good News Network
More info: http://www.infoniagara.com/history/rogerwoodward_miracle.aspx
Wow.
4 Jul
The Island of Little Library
I’m trying to keep my brain healthy (don’t start) by taking different routes when I’m going places–driving or walking. (I’m not sure if it really helps or not, but it’s fun seeing new sites and recovering from getting lost.)
This morning, I thought I was driving back home (to historic district Savannah) from daughter Amy’s house (on nearby Skidaway Island) by taking a left when I usually take a right. (Is that a good idea?) “I think this will probably lead to Isle of Hope and then though Sandfly back downtown.”
It didn’t.
But it took me to a small island I had not discovered before: Burnside Island …
… and a little surprise.
A tiny library! Miss Coni’s! Right there in a shady, wooded spot on the side of the road.
I was mesmerized so of course had to visit a bit.
I chose an age- (and brain-) appropriate book …
… and sat down to read.
Such a fun (and intellectual) way to spend a few lost moments.
28 Jun
Amazing Grace
Whatever our political affiliations or leanings, grace is certainly amazing.
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Peace to Our Country, Peace to Our World.
