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Ooh, it was so lively, I feel like dancing and drumming myself. Now, Julia has the TV on to learn the election results:
We choose then watch the news,
seeing who loses, who wins.
Ins may be out.
And indeed, some 'ins' are 'out', as several incumbant Republicans are losing. Perhaps this means changes will be forthcoming.
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
"Waiting"
10:13pm
Waiting...
While waiting for the many discs of the Photoshop/Illustrator package to install, I made several quick drawings. I like this one best.
Thursday, November 9, 2006
"Able to See Both the Forest and the Trees"
9:40pm
Able to see both the forest and the trees...
I watched the hour video that came with the programs. Wow, I'm not sure I can make use of all those features. But maybe later as I grow and experiment I will.
I did explore one feature, the Adobe stock photos. Now one thing very useful to an artist is to have a library of images which to use as sketching tools. These stock photos are expensive to buy, should one want to use the actual photo, but the 'comp' size works fine to sketch from. I saved many muscular photos which I hope to inspire me in future drawings. (I still haven't forgotten this utterly awesome image.)
While perusing those, I came across a face which 'said' "Draw Me!" So I did. And of course, for the areas not within the border, I just made up stuff. (But I probably didn't need to tell you that!)
Maybe someday I will work this up into something more detailed, with a decent arm and decent trees.
Friday, November 10, 2006 A
"Rejoicing for the Journey"
7:18am
I pause for quiet reflection:
Ever at the point of wondering, the span of wondering is as wide as I can stretch it.
But from the points afield, I return home, and the mystery of my own mind.
These conclusions drawn: I seek inspiration from many a source. (Just now, a new possible artistic inspiration from
'Latino artists', thanks to a lovely calender a co worker gave me.) But I am the one collaborating all these sources
into some sort of vision.
I answer only myself with this vision. I am striving towards many things. I sense so much possibility, and I want to not
grow frustrated with myself in my struggles to bring forth these visions out of mere 'possibility'. So then, each day I will explore what I can, see what pleases me, what doesn't. I'll clarify this vision, I am determined.
I am forty eight years old. I have ten years of chronicled birthdays in these journals of mine.
I didn't make a note about the 38th birthday. But the 39th had me pensive:
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On my thirty-ninth birthday, it is a time to pause and reflect while at this marker in life. As Laura said at the beginning of her card to me, 'tis ". . . a time to rejoice for the journey." And I do, for Sweet Love that finds me ". . . magnificent, strong, beautiful and bright." Richly blessed, I am, to be so loved.
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I had a few words on turning forty:
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Finally forty! Yes, today is the day I turn f-f-f-orty. It rolls not well off the tongue. It types awkwardly, too. By the time I'm used to being in my forties, I'll be in my fifties.
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In 1999, my birthday seems to have been lost in the shuffle, but I had these thoughts:
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The smooth, sweet voice of Maire Brennan singing in "Perfect Time", and a pair of blue jeans under my hand, I had the distinct feeling someone, somewhere was sending me blessings...
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In 2000, I was acutely aware of "Time Passages":
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Contrast, everything we know is by contrast and relation to everything else we know. When I was very young, before I even went to school, I remember thinking the week had eight days, because it seemed so long. Now a week ends before it hardly begins. But when I was only five, a week was a very large percentage of my total time on this planet, and thus seemed very long. If one could be immortal, I imagine one would sleep through centuries without noticing.
But we are not immortal, and we take heed of each slippery moment.
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That sense of not being 'immortal' had been driven home that year, having lost someone quite young in a car accident. The next year, I received many dear remembrances, and rejoiced in "No Better Presents":
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Laura's card featured a translucent cover over a photo of a snuggly couple, surrounded by daisies and flourishes.
All I need
are your arms
around me
when I fall asleep,
your smile
when I awake,
and the
promise
of having
your love
in my life
till I run out
of days on this earth.
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Inside, Laura drew a cartoon image of herself, with weepy eyes, full of love, for ''I Keep crying for joy!''
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I did not know it then that Laura didn't have many 'days on this earth' left. In July of the year to come, she passed away.
But I was not left entirely alone, and in 2002, grieving over Laura's death, Julia's words gave comfort:
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''Wishing you a very happy birthday full of warm thoughts, cuddles, hope, and all things most precious. You are indeed the
best partner I could ever want for all the years to come!''
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I marked my forty-fifth by shopping:
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Julia and I went shopping this weekend. I have a new skirt and six new shirts. Yes, you read right, six new shirts. Just
call me the Imelda Marcos of blouses.
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In 2004 I asserted, "I'm not over the hill!"
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I am fortunate. The only health problems I have are a bit of arthritis and a varicose vein in my ankle. Oh, and the excess
weight, which I'm slowly working on.
I'm not over the hill yet.
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How 'slowly' can one work and still be said to be working? Perhaps in that 'zen' sense. Meanwhile, last year, I made a simple declaration:
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I want to enjoy each moment and not waste it.
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Of course, I want to do that! I rejoice for being loved, and having friends, whose good wishes are so welcomed. Where ever you are, may you find yourself loved, and take time out to 'rejoice for the journey'.
This card I received has my 'bluebird' and my trademark hat...
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