Time Travel

I love the New Year- we all stop to observe that change
the letting go of one and grasping the other
That tick, that sweep, that observance of the smallest moment
We count down the seconds- cheers, glitter, and kisses shower down.
In the next 52 to weeks I resolve to:
a) stress less- chances of this happening- approx 30%
b) Get my studio organized- chances of this happening- 45%
c) Face daily challenges with grace and less caffeine- hmmmm- maybe just more grace
d) Write/ Journal daily- chances of this resolution- desire 100%- outcome 30%
e) Not to seek comfort in food- I don't have much hope for the success of this one maybe just
more awareness- "Hi I'm JoDee- and I have chocolate issues"

Year of the Ox- 4707

Happy New Year

What a wonderful wild ride its been

Thanks to everyone

for supporting the Arts

" Now let us Welcome the New Year

Full of Wonders that have Never Been"

Rilke

End of Time

Somewhere now

There is something happening

Something hidden

something living

I think of how

your shoulders looked

turning away

from my face

shrugging off the day

TILT

Sunday Night Silent Movies
The smell of cucumbers
any breakfast anyone else makes
the homeless guy i used to give my change to
everyday- who was always so sweet- and then disappeared
school buses in the rain
NPR

have yourself a Merry little Christmas-

TILT

The sunlight in my studio
Fixing breakfast on a cold morning
A book that makes me lose track of time
clean sheets
found feathers

southern suprise

Noel Noel

Well she was a rescue- came with her name attached

was an inconsiderate x-mas gift for someone else

survived neglect including a snakebite

now she is the love of my pet life

and cant you tell just how very much she enjoys dressing up

its cold 32 degrees in Houston today

but i guess there are really no excuses

for dog couture

They'll tuck their heads under their wings poor things

Ah yes - the holidays' - I entered a competition last week at Parahernalia- very cool UK site with an Etsy shop = such fun and unique stuff- alas I did not win- I've also been busy making these cool little birds for Christmas,Kwanzaa, Hanuka, Solstice, festival of light gifts- for everyone on my list- I'm having a heart"felt" holiday - hehehe felt get it - I adapted this pattern from Calamity Kim's on line site- very fun and easy- I'm using felt and beading a hanger- they are like chips so easy to do and I can't stop at one!! and as I work each one has a little personality that emerges under the needle- so sweet-

http://diaries.paraphernalia.nu/paraphernalia/2008/12/the-victoriana-collection-competition.html?cid=141289646#comments

http://calamitykim.typepad.com/calamity_kim/calamity-chickens-make-do.html

TILT

Things I Love Thursdays= TILT

my dogs face
no depression music
chai
nag champa incense- smells like home!
hot baths on a gloomy day

Found Texas Trash

Even the refuse is friendly down here 'mam

Saw this cheerful albeit rusty "Howdy"

greeting me in a parking lot-

Had to pick it up

It cheered me all day

Evergreen Road

I keep seeing that Whitetail in my headlights
The one that wasn't there - then was
Arching over my hood
Like some desperate ballet dancer
First one
Then three more
All at once
Over and around me
Then gone
like ghosts
over the drifts
of the Canyon snow
I had to pull over- my hands shaking
Seeing my breath
measuring the cold moments

Wings for the Lost ones

On this night

on the eve of a day of remembrance.

I think of Doug

and his wild art,

The size of garage doors

and full of vibrant life,

bursting from the bricks

of his studio.

For Lyle Jean,

his soft southern drawl
and his wicked sense of humor,
his life ended in a whisper.

And for the last one I lost to Aids.

A three year old boy in foster care

I knew his mother , a nurse

who cared for this abandoned baby

filling his short life with laughter, joy,

and love in spite of pain.

His last words, "Mommy, I figured it out".

We celebrated him with pizza and balloons

set free on a spring day.

putting away fall

Living now where there is not such a dramatic change of seasons

I feel very weird putting up x-mas decos when it's 75 degrees

ah well - packing up the fallish things - I liked these bits.

What I like about the South

Fool the Bird

This is a photo of a card I made for a Craft show- The rusty bird cage lives on my sisters' back porch- and the little cut out bird is from a vintage German Primer- It took me a long time to be able to use/ cut up a books for collage projects- but now I'm ok with it. I managed silence the screams of my inner librarian and set the words free in a different way.

Time At Sea

Collage in process- inspired by site link below- I'm working very hard to develop daily journal habit- this was fun space with many ideas to kick start the process- I'm working on a re-purposed box - with gesso and tissue- thinking I'll put these pieces in 3-d style with other found objects-

http://www.inspirecompany.com/inspiredideas.html

Time Piece

At what point

does the present

become the past?

Every breath

each blink.

We count the heartbeats

that become hours.

We travel through time

Every moment

we turn.

To Grandmothers House We Go

I Remember

Driving all night

Through the Kansas

Dark thick with stars

You could still almost touch

the Milky Way

From the frosty

Backseat windows

Radio voices full

of farm reports

As we drifted home

Garage Sale

I stopped at the sign at the end of the road,
The items scattered as if they had been thrown
out in a fit.
The things we keep and the things we leave behind.
Reminders we keep to say , I was there , this is me, this is mine.
Belongings- lost by love
or some other force of nature.
Laying in the rain
In front of the sad house
The empty chair, the warping books, the houseplants
all tamed by some others hands-
not mine-
I can't afford any more memories today.