Sometimes a wasp nest just looks like a wasp nest; but sometimes it can look like a side profile of a buffalo's head. Coincidence, I feel not.
Friday, March 27, 2009
A Wasp Nest
Sometimes a wasp nest just looks like a wasp nest; but sometimes it can look like a side profile of a buffalo's head. Coincidence, I feel not.
No point... just sharing...
Math: Diversify your funds.
Life Math: Diversify your "funs".
Coincidence, I feel not.
Life Math: Diversify your "funs".
Coincidence, I feel not.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
"Flipping the Bird"
More than a year ago a co-worker from Churchill and I started this game where if one spotted the other before the other realized that the other was in their presence would then "flip the bird" waiting with great play-full anticipation their reaction. Knowing that each other supported and loved one another, and it was a delightful game to play at work. There's one rule, one can only "flip the bird" once in a twenty-four hour period. Funny makes me laugh.I thought that this game could be taken to a whole new level if I found a finger puppet that looked like a bird and took photos last Autumn around Winnipeg, MB, Canada. Side Note: Looking for Artists of Love willing to make me finger puppets for a series of these photos. I will barter homemade knitted wash clothes. More information to follow. Who doesn't love a co-creative collaboration! I shall call this series Medicine Cabinet Art. Seriously... so seriously... those who check out ones medicine cabinet playfully deserve to have the bird flipped in their direction.
Back to the original story... I flew up to Churchill on Wednesday and had the cargo handlers working that day place it on their fridge in their lunch room. He was on days off. And upon his return, I would await him through a new medium that would be unsuspecting due to this co-creative collaboration. Again, funny makes me laugh. Using my mom's old typewriter I typed to the back of it "Flipping the Bird" - Dedicated to Ray. And Scene.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Happy International Women's Day
IMAGINE A WOMAN...
Imagine a woman who believes it is
right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories,
who refuses to carry the sins of others
within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who believes she is good.
A woman who trusts and respects herself,
who listens to her needs and desires,
and meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who has acknowledges
the past influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past,
who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf,
who refuses to surrender except to her truest self
and to her wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness,
who designs her own spirituality
and allows it to inform her day and life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is,
who celebrates her body and its rhythms
and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the face
of the Goddess in her changing face.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation
of her years and her wisdom,
who refuses to use precious energy
disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women,
who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
***Imagine yourself as this woman***
Imagine a woman who believes it is
right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories,
who refuses to carry the sins of others
within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who believes she is good.
A woman who trusts and respects herself,
who listens to her needs and desires,
and meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who has acknowledges
the past influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past,
who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf,
who refuses to surrender except to her truest self
and to her wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness,
who designs her own spirituality
and allows it to inform her day and life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is,
who celebrates her body and its rhythms
and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the face
of the Goddess in her changing face.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation
of her years and her wisdom,
who refuses to use precious energy
disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women,
who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
***Imagine yourself as this woman***
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