Crescent moon in the midnight sky,
watching over me,
like a smile, or a wink from a friend,
blooming into this fine day
are we permitted this adornment of heaven on earth?
can it be the trees shine brighter?
the flowers bloom more vibrant?
can the sky be this blue?
the palms blow in the strong breeze,
like feathers painting the sky,
for all to share, should it be noticed.
all senses aroused,
to the feel of the wind,
the susurration of tree leaves,
like the sea upon the sand. a surge..
i swoon to their dance
the bougainvillaea, wash atop a flat gray roof
all aglow, greet me, this fine morn
i sparkle with them!
the sky, the trees, the blooms, the sun, the moon
so bright
good day
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
better late than never, as i post at last!!
I would like to say what an adventure already this week has been. I have not stopped running since Amy and i landed in south Florida. after an all night flight from LAX leaving at 1:30 am wed. and as always the hassle at the airport. to go through the check out is horrendous. LAX is under all kinds of construction, and the terminal we had to go through must have been the worst. when we arrived we were a little hungry, not a single place was open, not even a vending machine was anywhere to be found.. but before we knew it we were boarding. once aboard, i decided to take the advice of a few friends, one particular that suggested meditation, stephen, so i tried, closed my eyes and started to listen to my breathing, and before we had reached cruising altitude i was a sleep. and surprisingly so, i slept..in a flutter of forgotten dreams, we were landing in Houston, Tx. and with a mild rush to the next Gate, which as it turned out was at the far end, what a surprise. in the wrong shoes i might add. i asked a girl driving one of those golf carts through the terminal of united/continental (now merged) for a lift, and gratefully she did glide us through to the gate, where Amy and i backed tracked for the worst coffee ever brewed on earth, Star Bucks, and was i glad to have it!! We boarded the connecting flight, and i was sure i wouldn't be able to sleep on that short flight, but before u know it, i caught the sun rising and my eyes fading into dreamland again, i awoke to a harsh landing in miami. BAM, and there we were, Clyde there, on time to pick us up, and off to an Israeli restaurant, for a bite to eat.
From there we left clyde at the enterprise where he'd left his Porsche, and off we went to our lavish accommodations. just so one is very informed the cheeper the motel in florida the more likely vagrants and drug addicts reside and waste their lives doing unspeakable things. frankly, i wouldn't care, but that unsavory type is last the group i want to hang with when i'm selling jewelry, have all my life's work in a suit case, and unarmed, no man or weapon, which i'm beginning to think is a must.. ready for the shooting lessons.. saw a fellow artisan put a gun in his pants one day packing up and nearly wet my pants.. not only was it sexy, but really wise.. that's when i started to think, would i be sexier with a gun in my pants? hahaha.. probably not.. but i'd feel a lot safer.. especially after the week in this hell hole we stayed in..
after such a long night flight we opted for the beach, where we recouped, took in some sun and were swept up by the sound of a gentle surf, gliding up upon the sand, the topaz blue sea fading into sapphire as far as the eye could sea!
we decided to check out delray, where the show was to be, and grab a bite, found a bar with music, an irish pub, with little charm but a band, which as it turned out was a bit loud , even amy at 27 thought so.. too funny, so we graduated to the outside, chatted and went back to the motel. we spent the rest of our funds at publix the south east grocery chain, to save money, and the manager of the store made friends with us that first day, and each time we went in he'd find us some how.. and offer us a pleasant greeting.. frankly this has to be the nicest publix I've ever been to,, in the eighteen years i lived in florida i never knew one employee at a store i frequented every other day.. unbelievable..
thursday we went to pick up my booth set up, at my former residence, and friday we set up. and off to the financial sales race we were, early in the morning.. I had a strategy and was working it, probably to death, but did do relatively well, saturday, was brutally hot and humid, i was wet all day, my hair became a curly sue disaster!! but as no one knows how it was or should look compliments to my frieze was frequent.. so many elderly, that is likely they would have needed a better prescription to see i looked like hell.. with a big smile on my face and cheer to go around.. surprisingly not one really interesting conversation took place most of the weekend, a fellow artisan spent the weekend sharing, innuendo with me, which was good for a laugh, and some really older man whom id met years before, who sells pearls and stones, innuendo hah, thought i was the catch of the weekend and hit on me, from his electric chair!! FUCK!! he explained that years before upon our first meeting, i had flirted with him. I said "what in your wildest dreams would make u think that, i was a married woman and never ever looked at another man in my entire marriage", i hardly look now.. !! as the pervert tried to look down my blouse and up my dress, what the…. before u know it he and his electric chair which he'd driven into my booth, were gone.. jackass.. being a woman is really something.. just because we look at a man, and are polite hardly constitutes flirtation.. oddly the poor bastard came back 3 times on sunday to say hi, and i blew him off each time.. and thats not what your thinking!! ewwww.. guess NO means maybe to some.. and yes to others, whatever happened to the meaning of NO anyway, guess we often cant reely make up our minds, so we say no and then renege.. i myself rarely do that, if ever, oh well ..of course there are some exceptions! life, as confusing as can be..
Sunday, was even hotter, and i slashed prices to their bottom price and moved gems out!! in the end i did do well, and frankly barely made a dent in the inventory i have, good thing, off to work in a few weeks to the sunshine state again for my most beloved show, Sunfest, where i will spend the weekend, selling and enjoying the company of friends, blessed as always..
I am writing from the fair skies of my flight aboard united/continental.. at last, but they are a bit behind the times and haven't wi fi, what's this world coming too? technology i love it when we have it, so i will have to postpone my published piece till i land..
i was tortured to have not written and posted last saturday, so i appreciate my understanding readers for my latest broadcast, from which i have little life analogies today, only to say i am looking forward to going home to my safe apt, with my darling children, who love me, and putting my arms tightly around them.. and to be in my own shower, my bed, my kitchen.. my town.. and in my car.. easter to come, and my fun week, with my pair of pixies to share it with and slip some needed work in too..
what i would most like to say is this, one does appreciate a bit more what one has when for a moment in time, there is a break, when for a bit separated for what ever reason, a wealth of appreciation for a treasured friend, family member, or ones beloved children, is then restored to it's natural state, be it ever changing, still where it is meant to be.. for now..
with the greatest love and gratitude for my children, friends, and (fantasy lovers!!) {tell me that's not funny} as i leave some and reunite with others.. kisses to all!!
Andrea and my absent Crew
From there we left clyde at the enterprise where he'd left his Porsche, and off we went to our lavish accommodations. just so one is very informed the cheeper the motel in florida the more likely vagrants and drug addicts reside and waste their lives doing unspeakable things. frankly, i wouldn't care, but that unsavory type is last the group i want to hang with when i'm selling jewelry, have all my life's work in a suit case, and unarmed, no man or weapon, which i'm beginning to think is a must.. ready for the shooting lessons.. saw a fellow artisan put a gun in his pants one day packing up and nearly wet my pants.. not only was it sexy, but really wise.. that's when i started to think, would i be sexier with a gun in my pants? hahaha.. probably not.. but i'd feel a lot safer.. especially after the week in this hell hole we stayed in..
after such a long night flight we opted for the beach, where we recouped, took in some sun and were swept up by the sound of a gentle surf, gliding up upon the sand, the topaz blue sea fading into sapphire as far as the eye could sea!
we decided to check out delray, where the show was to be, and grab a bite, found a bar with music, an irish pub, with little charm but a band, which as it turned out was a bit loud , even amy at 27 thought so.. too funny, so we graduated to the outside, chatted and went back to the motel. we spent the rest of our funds at publix the south east grocery chain, to save money, and the manager of the store made friends with us that first day, and each time we went in he'd find us some how.. and offer us a pleasant greeting.. frankly this has to be the nicest publix I've ever been to,, in the eighteen years i lived in florida i never knew one employee at a store i frequented every other day.. unbelievable..
thursday we went to pick up my booth set up, at my former residence, and friday we set up. and off to the financial sales race we were, early in the morning.. I had a strategy and was working it, probably to death, but did do relatively well, saturday, was brutally hot and humid, i was wet all day, my hair became a curly sue disaster!! but as no one knows how it was or should look compliments to my frieze was frequent.. so many elderly, that is likely they would have needed a better prescription to see i looked like hell.. with a big smile on my face and cheer to go around.. surprisingly not one really interesting conversation took place most of the weekend, a fellow artisan spent the weekend sharing, innuendo with me, which was good for a laugh, and some really older man whom id met years before, who sells pearls and stones, innuendo hah, thought i was the catch of the weekend and hit on me, from his electric chair!! FUCK!! he explained that years before upon our first meeting, i had flirted with him. I said "what in your wildest dreams would make u think that, i was a married woman and never ever looked at another man in my entire marriage", i hardly look now.. !! as the pervert tried to look down my blouse and up my dress, what the…. before u know it he and his electric chair which he'd driven into my booth, were gone.. jackass.. being a woman is really something.. just because we look at a man, and are polite hardly constitutes flirtation.. oddly the poor bastard came back 3 times on sunday to say hi, and i blew him off each time.. and thats not what your thinking!! ewwww.. guess NO means maybe to some.. and yes to others, whatever happened to the meaning of NO anyway, guess we often cant reely make up our minds, so we say no and then renege.. i myself rarely do that, if ever, oh well ..of course there are some exceptions! life, as confusing as can be..
Sunday, was even hotter, and i slashed prices to their bottom price and moved gems out!! in the end i did do well, and frankly barely made a dent in the inventory i have, good thing, off to work in a few weeks to the sunshine state again for my most beloved show, Sunfest, where i will spend the weekend, selling and enjoying the company of friends, blessed as always..
I am writing from the fair skies of my flight aboard united/continental.. at last, but they are a bit behind the times and haven't wi fi, what's this world coming too? technology i love it when we have it, so i will have to postpone my published piece till i land..
i was tortured to have not written and posted last saturday, so i appreciate my understanding readers for my latest broadcast, from which i have little life analogies today, only to say i am looking forward to going home to my safe apt, with my darling children, who love me, and putting my arms tightly around them.. and to be in my own shower, my bed, my kitchen.. my town.. and in my car.. easter to come, and my fun week, with my pair of pixies to share it with and slip some needed work in too..
what i would most like to say is this, one does appreciate a bit more what one has when for a moment in time, there is a break, when for a bit separated for what ever reason, a wealth of appreciation for a treasured friend, family member, or ones beloved children, is then restored to it's natural state, be it ever changing, still where it is meant to be.. for now..
with the greatest love and gratitude for my children, friends, and (fantasy lovers!!) {tell me that's not funny} as i leave some and reunite with others.. kisses to all!!
Andrea and my absent Crew
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Going the distance
Well todays a big day, Maddie has to go to rehearsal, and I have yet a few more items to finish for my big trips to florida. I have been very productive, having made numerous necklaces and bracelets, out of the 1000's of dollars of pearls and stones, even left over crystal. my camera is broken or I'd take photos, maybe I will borrow Maddie's camera, for now. If thats not enough we have to clean up around here as all I've been doing is making jewelry, and unlike my typical weeks where I write nearly everyday, I have barely written anything. I have found I can manage one artistic endeavor at a time, my mind is either building necklaces or writing a story, but not both, completely..
What I have discovered over the last 2 weeks is that, I can still make and design some dam pretty things. It has been very rewarding, nothing will be more rewarding than to find the owners to these nice pieces, and getting the money. not only does that add to the feeling the designs are good, if not great, it sure helps out the bottom line.. and there's an area which needs vast improvement, and now!!
I have found it has been very therapeutic, the place the mind goes when I'm making the necklaces, like when driving, paying attention to what I'm doing and in that moment, lots of time to think, work things out in my mind, spend time weighing one idea, or thought over another.
I was recalling the very first long distant drive, I ever took, by myself, My first car was a Volks Wagon 1957 bug, with the oval rear window. I bought it with my own money, paid cash, all $500. at the time, from a car dealer, if you'd call it that, Rent a wreck. I was 17 years old, my dad had spent the summer teaching me to drive, by making me read every single sign along the highway home. and I mean every single sign.. he taught me how to pay attention to the rear view mirror, relentlessly checking it, to see what was going on behind me, and when to start a turn. Gleb had raced Ferrari's and was taught to really drive from Sterling Moss, an English race car driver if I recall correctly.. so I can say, I too learned, indirectly, to drive, by Sterling!!
My first job, and one of the few I ever had, with a time card, was at the New York Bakery, a job I didn't want, but my dad insisted everyone in Durango has a job at my age of 16 so I would work also, and reluctantly took the job.. I started as a dishwasher!! and later they promoted me to the counter, where a shy, girl who didn't speak to anyone, myself, didn't want to go but by the time this came up I didn't want to leave the job, I'd found a respite, of sorts, and a place I fit in for the first time. I made friends with my co workers, I was still in high school, and continued working there from the summer before my 12 grade year, till after I graduated.
Getting slowly to my story, of my first long distant drive, one of my co-workers who had left and moved to Denver from Durango, co. invited me to her up coming wedding, in Denver.. I accepted and without a thought, got myself together and drove to Denver, in the bug.. 300 miles. I'd never driven by myself that far.. I can recall the drive like it was yesterday, the winding mountain road, the valleys, as I left so early in the morning, the shadowed road around the bending highway, cliffs soaring to the sky in one direction and down the cliff to the winding river..far below, and they call this the rocky mountains for a reason.
The stunning blaring sun as I drove, the radio reception in and out as I would take one turn and then the next, the feel of the road, so defined, under the thin frame of the old vw. It was so cold I had a blanket on my lap, and could see my breath in the air.. yep u guessed it, no heat!! it was spring if, I recall, so the new leaves glistened on the aspens, the mountains covered in snow, everything sparkled, like the jewelry I so love to make!! the vibrant lime green leaves, the white of the snow against the cloudless, deep clean blue skies, being tickled by the tips of the mountain peaks. nothing could be more stunning.. This is where the term breath taking must have begun, it certainly did for me, as I daydreamed out the window, watching the road disappear, beyond the hood of my beige bug as I came around a corner, and into the shade of the mountain, I hit black ice, and my feather weight vehicle went flying, into donuts, round and round till it came to a dead halt, into the guard rail, my heart pounding as it had never before. I could hardly move, I wasn't hurt, just so shocked by this event.. and like a miracle, came a man, to help, I hadn't seen a car on the road, most of the drive, we pushed the vw, off the guard rail, the only thing between me and the plunging cliff, the sound of the rapid, moving river, below. as though silenced, in my surprise, I can remember my whole body trembling, not from the cold brisk air, but my near death! I even think I was deafened in the moment, not a sound, even as I looked down that cliff at the river so far below. As we pushed the car off the rail, I could begin to hear the sound of my boots, slipping on the invisible ice, that had brought me to this barrier, and then the sound of rustling leaves on the trees, the babble of the river and then the start of the car as I turned the key to restart it. and as though nothing had happened, at least 150 miles into the journey, no point in turning back, but forward, to Denver.. and I thought not a moment more about the accident, and haven't till now, as I recall that first trip. seemingly a million years ago, like it wasn't even my life. but it was, and who would have ever guessed in a million years I would do the amount of driving, I have since.
I can recall the sight of this valley as I drove later, a wild flower field, of what were likely buttercups, that stretched as far as the base of the sky scraping, rocky mountains, I don't think there was one part of the drive that wasn't beautiful. in the silence of the empty road, just the sound of the wind as it came in my cracked window, my mind filled with thoughts, probably no different than now, wondering what would become of my life, and at the same time, not thinking at all, but just living in the moment. not concerning myself with what dumb thing someone had said to me, or dragging myself to some pit because life wasn't easy, but engulfed by the sensation of beauty all around me..
Funny enough I can not recall the trip back, just the adventure of getting there.. maybe this is life itself, the where with all to move forward, not spend too much time dwelling on the trip back but the trip we are going on, forward at 60 mph, the wind in our hair, the sweet sounds, of rivers and leaves, the shinning sun, warm, in the cold air, against bare cheeks, a balance. with the joy of anticipation, for what lies around the next corner. at any moment, even the scariest of accidents, can lead to good.. and certainly by some grace of god, will come someone to help!! when in need. and that no matter where we go, we are always with ourselves, our best friend, but not our only best friend, just our first.. That feeling of freedom, as we travel to the unknown destiny, but a mere map, with lines representing a series of roads, any one of which we can choose, to head north, east, south, or west, directed by the unconscious, till we become conscious! And find our own direction. Turn right at the "Y" in the road, but Left is good too, in the end, it is where we were meant to go.
Don't ya just wanna drive, I do.. keep heading towards the unknown, with cheer!! hooray, for another day!!
may yours be filled with great adventures in the week to come!
find the scent of the flowers, a new bloom in the mists of spring, the warm sun, on your arm out the window.
As I relish in the joy of the sound of "Good morning Mommy" from my children.
Andrea and Crew
What I have discovered over the last 2 weeks is that, I can still make and design some dam pretty things. It has been very rewarding, nothing will be more rewarding than to find the owners to these nice pieces, and getting the money. not only does that add to the feeling the designs are good, if not great, it sure helps out the bottom line.. and there's an area which needs vast improvement, and now!!
I have found it has been very therapeutic, the place the mind goes when I'm making the necklaces, like when driving, paying attention to what I'm doing and in that moment, lots of time to think, work things out in my mind, spend time weighing one idea, or thought over another.
I was recalling the very first long distant drive, I ever took, by myself, My first car was a Volks Wagon 1957 bug, with the oval rear window. I bought it with my own money, paid cash, all $500. at the time, from a car dealer, if you'd call it that, Rent a wreck. I was 17 years old, my dad had spent the summer teaching me to drive, by making me read every single sign along the highway home. and I mean every single sign.. he taught me how to pay attention to the rear view mirror, relentlessly checking it, to see what was going on behind me, and when to start a turn. Gleb had raced Ferrari's and was taught to really drive from Sterling Moss, an English race car driver if I recall correctly.. so I can say, I too learned, indirectly, to drive, by Sterling!!
My first job, and one of the few I ever had, with a time card, was at the New York Bakery, a job I didn't want, but my dad insisted everyone in Durango has a job at my age of 16 so I would work also, and reluctantly took the job.. I started as a dishwasher!! and later they promoted me to the counter, where a shy, girl who didn't speak to anyone, myself, didn't want to go but by the time this came up I didn't want to leave the job, I'd found a respite, of sorts, and a place I fit in for the first time. I made friends with my co workers, I was still in high school, and continued working there from the summer before my 12 grade year, till after I graduated.
Getting slowly to my story, of my first long distant drive, one of my co-workers who had left and moved to Denver from Durango, co. invited me to her up coming wedding, in Denver.. I accepted and without a thought, got myself together and drove to Denver, in the bug.. 300 miles. I'd never driven by myself that far.. I can recall the drive like it was yesterday, the winding mountain road, the valleys, as I left so early in the morning, the shadowed road around the bending highway, cliffs soaring to the sky in one direction and down the cliff to the winding river..far below, and they call this the rocky mountains for a reason.
The stunning blaring sun as I drove, the radio reception in and out as I would take one turn and then the next, the feel of the road, so defined, under the thin frame of the old vw. It was so cold I had a blanket on my lap, and could see my breath in the air.. yep u guessed it, no heat!! it was spring if, I recall, so the new leaves glistened on the aspens, the mountains covered in snow, everything sparkled, like the jewelry I so love to make!! the vibrant lime green leaves, the white of the snow against the cloudless, deep clean blue skies, being tickled by the tips of the mountain peaks. nothing could be more stunning.. This is where the term breath taking must have begun, it certainly did for me, as I daydreamed out the window, watching the road disappear, beyond the hood of my beige bug as I came around a corner, and into the shade of the mountain, I hit black ice, and my feather weight vehicle went flying, into donuts, round and round till it came to a dead halt, into the guard rail, my heart pounding as it had never before. I could hardly move, I wasn't hurt, just so shocked by this event.. and like a miracle, came a man, to help, I hadn't seen a car on the road, most of the drive, we pushed the vw, off the guard rail, the only thing between me and the plunging cliff, the sound of the rapid, moving river, below. as though silenced, in my surprise, I can remember my whole body trembling, not from the cold brisk air, but my near death! I even think I was deafened in the moment, not a sound, even as I looked down that cliff at the river so far below. As we pushed the car off the rail, I could begin to hear the sound of my boots, slipping on the invisible ice, that had brought me to this barrier, and then the sound of rustling leaves on the trees, the babble of the river and then the start of the car as I turned the key to restart it. and as though nothing had happened, at least 150 miles into the journey, no point in turning back, but forward, to Denver.. and I thought not a moment more about the accident, and haven't till now, as I recall that first trip. seemingly a million years ago, like it wasn't even my life. but it was, and who would have ever guessed in a million years I would do the amount of driving, I have since.
I can recall the sight of this valley as I drove later, a wild flower field, of what were likely buttercups, that stretched as far as the base of the sky scraping, rocky mountains, I don't think there was one part of the drive that wasn't beautiful. in the silence of the empty road, just the sound of the wind as it came in my cracked window, my mind filled with thoughts, probably no different than now, wondering what would become of my life, and at the same time, not thinking at all, but just living in the moment. not concerning myself with what dumb thing someone had said to me, or dragging myself to some pit because life wasn't easy, but engulfed by the sensation of beauty all around me..
Funny enough I can not recall the trip back, just the adventure of getting there.. maybe this is life itself, the where with all to move forward, not spend too much time dwelling on the trip back but the trip we are going on, forward at 60 mph, the wind in our hair, the sweet sounds, of rivers and leaves, the shinning sun, warm, in the cold air, against bare cheeks, a balance. with the joy of anticipation, for what lies around the next corner. at any moment, even the scariest of accidents, can lead to good.. and certainly by some grace of god, will come someone to help!! when in need. and that no matter where we go, we are always with ourselves, our best friend, but not our only best friend, just our first.. That feeling of freedom, as we travel to the unknown destiny, but a mere map, with lines representing a series of roads, any one of which we can choose, to head north, east, south, or west, directed by the unconscious, till we become conscious! And find our own direction. Turn right at the "Y" in the road, but Left is good too, in the end, it is where we were meant to go.
Don't ya just wanna drive, I do.. keep heading towards the unknown, with cheer!! hooray, for another day!!
may yours be filled with great adventures in the week to come!
find the scent of the flowers, a new bloom in the mists of spring, the warm sun, on your arm out the window.
As I relish in the joy of the sound of "Good morning Mommy" from my children.
Andrea and Crew
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)