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31 December 2008

champagne and celebration!


hi! so many holiday festivities and paul birthday activites that i've been m.i.a. for a while. don't fret: before you know it, i'll be displaying some creations made/given during the holidays. soon i'll be posting photo of wrapped gifts, my favorite! i love some gift wrap and some bows. i salvaged lots of wrapping paper this year. in fact, i have a project/contest that i'll be announcing very soon concerning the idea of saving found paper.

after all the champagne is opened, after the welcoming of 2009, you'll be hearing more from me. wishing you a celebratory day! love!

22 December 2008

paper playground




i am tired. been playing on the paper playground all weekend and back to "real" work tomorrow. so pleased with myself and my life this holiday. merry and bright takes on a whole new meaning! love to you, wherever you are, whatever you're doing. be well.

20 December 2008

friday feature

hooray! yesterday i was featured on the EtsyGreetings blog as the Friday Feature artist...

i am totally thankful for this-what fun.
and
i am working on lots as christmas rapidly tumbles towards us.
*be back soon with more*

big spirited love!

18 December 2008

getting from point a to point b (the quarry)




so family is family. they welcome you on cold winter days and feed you schnitzel. they pick you up around town because you can't figure out a better way from point a to point b without asking for help. they rub your back when no one else will stretch out their hand and even touch you. they are your source, your support, your strength.

but at some point, each individual within a family gets the opportunity to create their own family. babies are had and sister becomes mama becomes great grandma and crazy aunt. and now that's "her side of the family." as if she made a bad choice, as if she didn't try her best to chose to make the kind of family she wanted. its as though high cholesterol and rapid anxiety is a choice: it's more hereditary.

i listened to a man on the bus last night talk about the 300,000 genes that each cell in our body carries. he is an aging cancer cell researcher, and he put cell research like this: think of it as a quarry. we do lots and lots of work for little or no outcome, but what we find as a result of all that work is momentous. i said, that is a great analogy for aging cancer cell research but even for life.

we dig and dig and dig.
we stretch out out arms and point in a new direction, wondering, what could possibly be there.
then one day, we take our tools, the ones we love, and we go there.
we dig, again.
we work hard and rest our bodies, everyday. thankful for the discoveries today. hopeful for what tomorrow will bring.
but at some point we have to scale out of the quarry, perhaps only in our dreams. and in that scaling, that stretching of the mind, the heart, the spirit, we are lifted above it all. we see our terrain, we see the heights and the depths of our existence. we see the places we've come from and we can pinpoint some places we'd like to go; and then, we wake up. it is a new day.
shoes on feet (we're so blessed), coat on body, lunch in pail, out the door.

into the quarry we go.
hoping for discovery.
300,000 opportunities to do good.
really hot coffee from jacksons.
a familiar face.
the dreams we carry, lingering in our mind with each minute.
the call, the action, the task at hand.
our courage to try.
blessing.
the setback.
the overcoming.
our own way through.


"a way out of no way will be made for you." virginia crutcher

15 December 2008

in the changing you will ___________ (fill in the blank with your dream outcome!)

sitting in the middle of our clean bedroom floor, i'm really extremely thankful for the ground i have to walk upon, for the [very] strong legs that hold me up, for the roof that leans over my head, for walls and warmth and winter.

we are people on the move. our bodies are constantly in motion and our minds, without a doubt, scaling mountains and crossing oceans and braving the elements to learn just a little glimpse of what tomorrow holds. we are the stuff, though. we are the stuff dreams are made of; we are glitter and gold, or if you like, we are warmth and shining. we rise, out of ourselves, to greet the day and claim the land in which we have been planted. we toil and labor this plot. we rest and take hold of our many blessings. we live from a place of constant gratitude.

at least i do. at least i try to. late saturday night, walking up the driveway, complaining about something to my saintly beau, Paul stopped dead in his tracks and said to me: "you do know rome wasn't built in a day." oh. yeah. that took time. great things take time. hours and hours, spinning and ticking away, minutes. take your time. care for and work on and mindfully give what is at your fingertips your utmost attention. take an extra five minutes for your self or your art or that poem you're secretly working on. it might be your masterpiece. you might love yourself a little bit more. you just might...

or like most days, you might not. you might only try, but in the trying, you will grow, and in the growing you will change, and in the changing you will ___________ (fill in the blank with your dream outcome!).

stay focused on your blessings.
stay thankful for your your dream
stay close to your courage
build your own rome with great love.
xoxoxxx

13 December 2008

they loved to decorate!



i have been reading this book and practicing some techniques learned from within the pages and LOVING it. my art teacher let me borrow before our winter break. (haha that sentence makes our time together sound structured) i have been wanting to send her some kind of a holiday card to thank her for her many borrowed books and creative techniques she's been teaching me, and thanks to Claudine Hellmuth, I came up with this.

what do you think??


{sidenote: i never liked decorating for christmas as a kid, so the thought of being a mother and having children excited to do so is, like, totally a fantasy for me. i loved the faces on these children and could never figure out to do with their photo and i think it just works great!}

i woke up dreaming about Mollydooker's wine that i find myself constantly coveting--even in my sleep. Velvet Glove Shiraz is a prize jewel among wines of the Aussie land. At least, that's what I say. This is what Mollydooker's website says: "This awesome Shiraz is superbly complete and complex, with stunning beauty and power. It wraps your entire palate in a velvet glove of amazing fruit flavours that seem to last forever." Yes, please.

So I woke up dreaming about Mollydooker wine's, mind you I'm on the straight and narrow path of trying to lose weight, and I went to sleep watching "Then She Found Me," which left me feeling very "I need a drink." What is it about love that can be so rough? What is is about me that is so rough? I want to walk and stride and run and skip and play in great love, love that overcomes, love that has the final word, love that reigns in my queendom. (Words derived from Jill Scott & MLK Jr.) Anyway, turmoil of the mind, and a spirit of peace.

i have been working a lot this week, on myself and on my direction in life. i have so many heart piercing cards works in progress, and i need to buckle down and get a few things done before tomorrow. lots of crafting and creating today--- i'll be back soon with more; more dreams. more stories. more creations. more love.

09 December 2008

i've been saving all these inspirations for the "perfect time" to scan them in and post them up on the blog. butttt isn't that the tale of time? it's here and then...it's gone! so instead of waiting for the just right moment or the blog-spiration, i figure, scan them all together. inspiration is right here, all around, open those eyes of yours.

so this is what i see:
wine foil that comes in all colors, textures, weights, styles. stamps from ethiopia. france, too. banners celebrating birthdays and hovering over individuals with love, great love. hearts on fire. hambly screen prints letter transfers. crowns & bikes. my old india ink drawings of naked models. ric-rac. action!

sigh {deep breath, deep breath]


the magic of place cards. we catered a dinner party for a lovely lady named Anne and she is so tasteful and sets a BEAUTIFUL table that i asked if i could make place cards. i always do this for family dinners and fun events around the house, but this was a bit more of a heart piercing cards endeavor. well, the short story is that she loved them! they were BEAUTIFUL and matched her dining room perfectly. the backcolor of the cardstock (yankee blue) was the exact color of the walls---totally not planned! and the very best part is this: on each place card was a silver bee image, and (NO JOKE) Anne's place card holders were silver bee hives! magic! absolute magic

paul is the cutest cook ever. this is the best picture of him: patient and oh-so-happy; such a companion!!! he makes every occasion special, a Saturday night dinner party, a cold Tuesday night with a warm pot of soup, a long hike through the woods. i am: lucky, lucky, blessed, blessed.

Anne has these amazing silhouttes in her hallway. i am totally in love with them. please Santa? george and martha washington are up the street at the antique store and they are so on my wish list.

great packaging, no? my anniversary treat from pw. we layed low, ok, actually we went to jack fry's and had a fabulous time. this little treat has been laying around the desk, peaking through piles of paper and wine books, calling our names here and there. there is lots to say about this first year of love, but mostly this: it has been wonderful and will certainly continue skyward with that same root.
another day, another dollar my friends. or another day, another million moments to catch the spirit. or another day, another creation. more magic. more love. less toys more play. less talk, more action. definitely more questions, more curiousity, more courage. listen to the sounds of your day, the pace of your heartbeat as you move through it. connect.

02 December 2008

give!

::::go your own way:::::


and

go this way-----> ::::grits::::


[kate you are totally loving that, aren't you???? i am totally loving you and my parisian treasures! thank you so so much. can we talk now that you're in america? love love love you]


love love love you all
and esp: my grits man.

01 December 2008

nurture. and nurture. and nurture some more.

babies grow up. mama's and daddy's love them into being. they are human though. they trip and fall and grow their hair out just the way they like it. they have races in the barn yard with all their friends in their sunday best. they save scraps of paper to make a masterpiece. they are their own being: growing, learning, and becoming. grandma's and friends and people who touch the life of that being nurture and nurture and nurture that being into its fullest existence. we are beings grown by love.


[barnyard girls]


last week, before paul and i went eye glasses shopping, we stopped into an antique store near our house. i found the above postcard that was addressed to Miss Wilma Daurning but never sent from Roy Daurning (whom I will assume was her brother). i think Wilma would've loved to get this postcard. alas: it ended up in my hands, and ever since i laid eyes on it i can't seem to stop hearing the story it tells.

we all grow up. we are once babies and we become who we are today. once i was walking the streets of the district of columbia (or was i at a nightclub?) and a beautiful black man stopped me and said: you look just like the actress from "Live and Let Become." first of all, a beautiful black man can stop me any day. second of all, thank you! thank you for seeing me as someone who allows life to become of me, to become because the day calls me to; someone who actively leaves her house everyday if only to become more of who she is before she returns home. who races her friends in the barnyard. who frequents nightclubs and bookstores and the bus line and the classroom just to let herself become.

you cannot find yourself in one place, or limit yourself to one center of existence. you must live and let yourself become. you must grow: organically; seek: a broad horizon; chase: the chance that you will love your life; nurture: yourself and the true self of others.

[a card made over the weekend. the inside reads: grow where you are planted. image transfer technique taught to me by marilyn. card to be seen soon in my shop]


i was so incredibly blessed with the privilege to help care for my grandmother this weekend while i was home for thanksgiving. talk about giving thanks. wow. thank your grandmother's for their constant commitment to love you (and your parent) just the way you are. and thank life for it's cycles. for it's faithfulness to nurturing our lives. i will never forget the hours and hours that my grandmother spent scratching my back growing up. you could always depend on sitting beside her and getting just a little bit of extra love. her soft hand was quickly attracted to your stiff back; the back of your exhausted body was so cared for by her. i am quick to tell you of the blessing it was to give back a bit to her. to get her ready for thanksgiving day. to help her maneuver around the busy household of her children (she has seven...1.2.3.4.5.6.7...) and their families. to have her tears during grace pull at my heartstrings. she is a beauty: humble and graceful and still so nurturing. even when you're caring for her she is fully caring for you. nurture. and nurture. and nurture some more.

so off i go into this week. strong and smart and fully stephanie, but soft, and learning, too. asking and knowing and trusting. settling in and gearing up for change. celebrating love. nurturing. and nurturing. and nurturing some more.