Category Archives: my studio notes

that curveball

as we all
know, but
as we all
must be reminded,
sometimes life
throws us a curveball

my latest ball was
hurled at me
at 77 mph
three days ago

a broken wrist
and suddenly
broken plans
broken ways
of doing things
too

the first thing
i said to my husband
when he suggested
going to the ER was
“but i haven’t
brushed my teeth!”

because this is not the
neat tidy way things
should unfold, this was
never on my schedule

until monday i was
on a roll dancing,
practicing qigong,
and using my bosu ball
daily, every day since
january one, not now

and for months i’ve had a
trip to missoula planned
with my two lifelong besties
for this upcoming weekend
now they will laugh and talk
into the night without me

life is not perfect
life is not predictable
we cannot control events
we cannot grasp too tightly

curveballs catch us unaware
we don’t know where the pitch
might land, so
flexibility is crucial
we must be ready to bat
we must be ready to adapt


 
 
NOTE: “a typical curveball in the major collegiate level and above will average between 65 and 80 mph, with the average MLB curve at 77 mph” since 7 is my favorite number, i went with the average 🙂
 
 
 
 

intrigue me

i’ve always felt the need to capture images that intrigue me.

as a teen/twenty-something, i didn’t have a camera readily available at a moment’s notice, as i do with my iphone. so instead i’d chronicle what i was seeing in words, quickly and hastily jotted down in my ever-present notebook.

poignant pop

today i read an article about some of the greatest lyrics from one-hit wonders over the last few decades. and then i listened to a few of the songs on the list.

there were so many that i’ve loved, that have touched me in a myriad of ways through the years.

one little thing

every time you do

one
little
thing

you are rewarded with a

slight
shift
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you are headed in the

right
direction
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you might glimpse your burden as a

light
load
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you walk the walk along your

bright
path
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you start to see the stars in the

night
sky
 
 

 
 
slight right
light
bright night
 
 
don’t ever underestimate the
profound immensity of

one
little
thing
 
 
 
 

own your unique expression

have you ever really listened to the
constant stories you tell yourself?
do they help propel you forward,
or do they merely hold you back?

sometimes the stories in our minds
don’t allow us to be the strong
creative individuals we know we can be

sometimes what we say to ourselves
both limits and traps us

negative self-talk
self-defeating beliefs
obsessive thoughts
all can seriously sabotage one’s life

when you begin the process of reconnecting
with your authentic and original voice
one critical question tends to emerge

are the thoughts and beliefs you’ve
held for so long even your own?

recognizing resonance

it seems to be the
word of the moment

i’m seeing it everywhere
everyone who’s anyone
is using it, saying it

i never like to overuse
but i have always loved
this word, its meaning

it even sounds consequential
(you might say it “resonates”)
when spoken aloud

resonance

there are a few different definitions
but the one currently being highlighted

has to do with a relational
reaction to someone or something
an almost visceral experience

“producing a positive feeling,
emotional response, or opinion”

“a feeling, thought, or memory that
a piece of writing, music, etc gives you”

vibration
reverberation
resonance

for me the word conjures up
catholic churches and cathedrals

those i’ve attended in the states and
those i’ve visited while living abroad

places of quiet grandeur
filled with healing resonance
and powerful subtle energy

it’s interesting that i happen to
be writing this post on ash wednesday

a holy day that resonates with many
the beginning of the lenten season
and such a significant part of my youth

fasting and abstinence
ashes on one’s forehead
“to dust you shall return”

i still like to step just inside
the door, away from whatever’s
going on in the outside world

as i breathe in the peacefulness
of the sanctuary, memories and
wistful feelings flood through me

i remember the roman catholic mass
its intrinsic and reverent beauty

the incense, the latin chants,
the priest’s vestments, the rituals

i no longer attend mass but i still
experience the hushed mystery
whenever i enter a cathedral

it’s something that will probably always
create a sense of resonance within me


 
 
 
 

living in the layers

when it snowed heavily earlier this week
i labeled it “another layer of winter”

the new chill reminded me why i always
dress in layers during this cold season

and it made me think about layers
in general, things that cover up other things
thicknesses added on top of each other

layers in my abstract art exploration
layers in a majestic mountain scene
layers in a spoken narration

not just physical layers
but also mental layers
energetic layers too

and then i came across this quote

“there’s something beautiful about how, as life goes on, it continues to layer itself.

a counterfeit high

some of you know that last monday i received what i called “hopeful” news. and as a few surmised, it did indeed have to do with my health. i was honestly so excited, to the point of tears that would not stop flowing.

equilibrium

her balance was off
she could feel it in every
cell of her body
physically, mentally, emotionally

how she longed for a
return to homeostasis
everything neatly in tune
flowing smoothly once again

and yet she knew she had
a great deal of work to do
before that could become a reality

habits to revamp
infirmities to resolve
resentment to shed
sorrow to dissipate

she thought about what it would take
to achieve that level of equilibrium
the idea alone overwhelmed
and exhausted her

she decided to plan a sojourn
a solo trip to a cottage near the ocean
perhaps a cabin in the woods

to listen to her needs
to align herself with her truth
to remember and celebrate
her unique essence

to assess the situation as
objectively as possible
to write, to read
to think, to feel

to reacquaint herself with self
and to remember who she was
what she stood for


 
 
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this post was adapted from
a 7-minute freewrite i did
using a paint chip prompt

my color “equilibrium”


 
 
 
 

paparazzi

a long-ago time filled with
such innocence and angst

paparazzi following me through
the streets of downtown spokane

looking carefree but feeling
insecure and awkward inside

lucky for me 70s fashion included
bell bottoms and peasant blouses

clothes i used to my advantage to
camouflage the back brace i so hated

i don’t think about it much anymore but
sometimes something (a photo) reminds me

though i don’t recall the particulars of
what i did, where i went, how i felt

i know it must have been my mom behind
the lens that day and i applaud her

for capturing these black-and-white moments and
for always-and-forever being my one true-blue