Plum Surrounded Painting and A Poem about Calla Lilies by Gwendolyn Alley

In my last blog I explained how my friend and poet Gwendolyn Lawrence Alley and I collaborated for an art show put on by the Ventura County Arts Council. This is another of the three which we submitted for the show. Gwendolyn had a larger poem she had done for Calla Lilies. She sent me the link to it and we collaborated on it and reduced it down to two stanzas. It was an interesting experience to collaborate on an art project. You need to listen to what the other wants to do or their take on something you’ve chosen. There is a give and take going on that results in a different end result from the pieces that came together individually. read...

“Serenity” Painting & A 3:15 Haiku Equals Honorable Mention

I have mixed feelings about entering  art shows. If validation comes from within, then the results of an art show can create counter productive emotions. The ego gets excited if you win and gets deflated when you lose. That is, until one is good with whatever happens and the ego is no longer triggered. So why do I enter art shows? That’s a good question. And I don’t have an answer yet.  Is it the idea of winning? Is it the prestige? Is it the belief that more people will take you more seriously as an artist when you win? Is it the belief that it would add to the value of the art? Or is it to be seen? Is it to get exposure? read...

Are Judgments Just Recycled Thoughts?

I work on watching my thoughts most of the time, especially judgments. I find it interesting that Wikepedia defines Judgment as the evaluation of evidence to make a decision. My husband, Ron, and I had gone to a party a couple of months ago. I didn’t realize how much I had been watching my thoughts. I felt really good about it because I was catching myself on things. Yet what startled me was the automatic judgments. Say what? Yes, I found myself doing these automatic judgments and I thought “whoa, where’d that come from?”.  In light of the above definition, I was evaluating what evidence to make what kind of decision?  I started paying more attention and sure enough, I caught a few more. read...

Seth, Time, Lack and Meditation

There actually is a relationship with these four words? I was reading Seth‘s blog about shipping versus rushing. I began to think about all the times I am racing to save those few minutes or I don’t take the time to read small, charming blogs or informative, thought provoking blogs like Seth’s. For me, I can get a fresh perspective on something or it makes me think about what I may be doing along the same lines. Most of Seth’s blogs are quite short, which I love, yet they are packed and insightful at times. Yet I won’t make the time to read them many times. I realized I need to take the time to read things that make me reflect. Simple, isn’t it? read...

Did Your Chocolate Valentines Deliver What You Needed?

Is Valentine’s Day a necessity? Have you ever asked yourself that question? What if the greeting card companies had never created Valentine’s Day? Would you still believe you were loved? What does one day matter? Why do so many put so much stock into what happens, what they were given, where they went, and what they were surprised with? The majority of those are women. Why are the men not getting special  flowers or golf passes or special beers or taken out to dinner? If your mate is abusive the other 364 days a year but does everything right on Valentine’s day, is that good? Does that get them a pass for the next year of abuse? read...

A Return to God

I was raised to fear God. Fear him if I didn’t do exactly what I was told by the priests, teachers and parents. Even when the commands were conflicting. I never questioned much about God then. At least I don’t remember questioning anything about God then. I was too frightened to question it. Then one summer  I came to California during the summer months between my college sophomore and junior years to take care of my cousin’s son while they worked. Cushy job. Evenings and weekends I could do as I pleased and they even lent me their car. I was a goody two shoes, so no shenanigans, going to the beach and parties, going out dancing. I was trusted and I didn’t want to betray that trust. It was the first time anyone had ever trusted me. read...

Another Present Moment Insight

  In a previous blog I did for Ordinarily Extraordinary Women, I talked about the importance of staying in the present moment. Did you ever find yourself driving the freeway or expressway behind a large vehicle? You can’t see much around the vehicle. I don’t know about you but I get antsy and want to find a way to get around the vehicle so I have an unobstructed view. Then it hit me. That’s just like us traveling on the roadways of life. We really can’t see the future, we can plan what we think it should be. We can guess what we think it will be. We can hope. read...

Poetry Writing: Good for Immune Boosting?

When I can, I do hospice work with Livingston Memorial Visiting Nurse Association. They do in home hospice and hospice in board and care facilities as well as nurse services. Volunteers attend a 8 week class. You learn the best ways to interact with with the patients and what to expect. It teaches you far more than you can even imagine. Once a year they have a retreat and I went this year. It’s at a beach home and it’s a lovely time of getting the soul nourished. This year they had a Registered Poet Therapist. I didn’t even know there was such a category. Her name is Dr. Perie Longo and she is amazing. She gave a great talk and did some poetry reading for caregivers. She also taught us exercises on how to write as caregivers. read...

Mindfulness or Meditation – Which Helps with Opinions?

I got an opportunity, a big one, to remind myself that another’s opinion of me is just that ,an opinion. It was their opinion of what I had done and what they thought of my doing it. My instant reaction was to feel hurt, this was someone important to me. Then I stopped and looked again. I reminded myself that this happened to bring up some old tired emotions that needed to be loved, accepted, allowed, forgiven, and released. I also saw this as a great reminder that even though the person is important to me, they were merely sharing their opinion of my actions and that’s all. They are not an expert online or offline on me. I am the only expert of me. read...