It's funny to see how much more interesting it is for all of us when I curse, get angry, express frustration or all around spray some irritation on these four walls.
(I'm referring to my post on Wednesday, fyi).
Apparently love and light is only a feel good thing for the girl in the bubble. I think this is true for most stories, somehow. Take romantic comedies--- there's never a 90 minute film about two people deeply in love-- bobbing along happily in their little bubble-- there can't be. That puts the reader/viewer on the outside of the bubble-- only room for two in there.
The thing about pain and struggle-- it is inclusive, non? We can all relate to frustration, irritation, annoyance and everything that spirals down and darker from there. On some level, we all carry that energy with us all the time so whenever we find a match for it-- bam! Some kind of release happens, yes?
No? Your thoughts on that strange philosophy I just cooked up here this morning?
Thing is-- I want to share with you how glorious this morning is (even though I still haven't made a visit to the camera doctor), but now I'm thinking I should tell you how my quads ache from yesterday's run and that I have a big, ugly bruise on my leg from hitting it on something.
Yeah, pretty lame level of pain-- I'm gonna have to try harder.
Thing is-- I have actively focused my intention (and attention) lo these past many years on developing an approach to the day that is steeped gratitude and appreciation for all that is and the result? Not so much with the gnawing discontent. In fact, there's the loveliest little book Amy sent to me last winter and damn*, if it isn't perfect.
The book has one of her gorgeous photos on the covers and inside each day has five lines-- you simply scribble down five things you are grateful for each morning--- and you know what happens-- I know you do-- keep up this practice and there isn't room enough in five lines for all that you are appreciating. Some weird thing (a quantum physicist could probably explain it to you) happens that makes good things begin multiplying exponentially.
I was never one for science in school-- but if they had presented me with experiments like this, hell* if I wouldn't have applied myself more.
But enough of my rambles-- I've got a morning of ff'ing* laundry to run and tasks to accomplish so let me bring us directly to our Friday top ten.
10. For some reason (perhaps a quantum physicist can explain it to me) I have been obssessing a wee bit on David Foster Wallace of late. God, you know how it kills me that brilliant, sweet, sensitive, creative humans have a tendency to be consumed with depression and then commit suicide. Kills me. I know that a big part of what squam is about for me is helping people re-connect to their creative side and hope that it helps them to transform this vicious disease. (Okay, odd side note-- in the house where I live, I am on the first floor and on the second floor are two doctors-- one runs the emergency room-- I have to wonder if sometimes when she comes home after a long 12-hour shift, hands scrubbed for the millionth time getting the blood off her clothes after actually, literally SAVING LIVES-- she doesn't roll alongside my car with its bumper sticker shouting ART SAVES LIVES and think, 'um, no, actually artist girl-y-- I save lives . .' but then again, maybe not, she seems to like me-- and we all know-- there are many ways to save a life)
Wow. Isn't that funny? Just bringing DFW to mind and there I go off on a stream of consciousness ramble-- hell* all that's missing are some footnotes.
Watching this makes my heart ache. Dude, in your next life, I hope you are a surfer.
9. A couple emails were received asking about how I did the lettering on the headboard--
easy peasey pie-- I followed much the same technique as is explained HERE.
(You'll want to experiment a bit-- you get different effects if you do the background dark, and then the stencilling light and vice versa).
8. Maybe this is the week of videos cause I have two more for you.
This one is great-- via Keri Smith.
7. Second one my mom sent to me (thanks, mom!). She and I have this thing we do (for years and years) sending each other funny animal stories we find. I've got files full and should probably do a compendium or something-- you know, right after I get all my other zillion projects done.
Anyway, enjoy-- it's a dog playing with a dolphin!
6. Six photos from our day at the beach yesterday:
and one more just for the hell* of it--
P.S. *see how I wove in some extra cursing for y'all? Am a damn loving bitch with a big ff'ing heart and don't you ff'ing forget it.