Everyday Matters Challenge Number 1

Shoe and bag study
I have loved the idea of Everyday Matters Challenges for quite sometime. I have lurked around on the group even, but I have never completed one of the challenges for myself. So here is my first attempt. The challenge was to draw your shoe, but my shoe happened to be sitting by my bag and well – it turned in to a type of still life and drawing study. I had fun looking at the shapes of the shoe in different ways.

So here is to hoping that this won’t be both my first and my last drawing challenge… we shall see.

My Dirty Wow Wow… or the story of DooDoo Doggy

Thanks to the wondermous cuteoverload I discovered this wonderful book and contest which allows DooDoo his fifteen minutes of fame. So now without any further ado…. my dirty wow wow…

Doo Doo Doggy This is DooDoo Doggy he is about to turn 30 this year… and frankly, though cool, calm and collected on the outside- he is bit nervous about the whole thing. DooDoo was a present from my grandfather. He has held up fairly well… though he hasn’t had ears in a long time and he has a few scars from surgery… oh and he doesn’t really sit up anymore 🙂 He has been well loved and continues to travel about with me today.

A soundtrack of a life….

If your life were a soundtrack, what would the music be?

Here’s how it works:
1. open your library (iTunes, winamp, media player, iPod)
2. put it on shuffle
3. press play
4. for every question, type the song that’s playing
5. new question– press the next button
6. don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool

This is mine:

Opening Credits:
Julia Dream- Pink Floyd Relics

Waking Up:
Mindscan- Dieselboy- System Upgrade

First Day At School:
You’ve Been Flirting Again- Bjork- Post

Falling in Love:
Nobody Wants to Know- Brian Perry- Intentionally

Breaking Up:
I Lie Still- Bitch and Animal- What’s that Smell?

Prom:
Newspaper- Various Artists- Hopelessly Devoted To You

Life’s Okay:
Get it While You Can- Janis Joplin- Greatest Hits

Mental Breakdown:
Skinburns- Magnapop- Hot Boxing

Driving:
Spit- Sepultura- Roots

Flashback:
Train Wreck- Sarah McLachlan- Bloom Remix Album

Getting Back Together:
Shopping- Barenaked Ladies- Everything to Everyone

Wedding:
Something Against You- Pixies- Surfer Rosa

Birth of a Child:
You Will Be Waiting- Barenaked Ladies- Maybe You Should Drive

Final Battle:
Birdhouse in Your Soul- They Might Be Giants- Flood

Death Scene:
Parakeet Protest Song- Danielle Howl- About to Burst

Funeral Song:
Blue Moon Revisited- Cowboys Junkies- The Trinity Sessions

End Credits:
Which Way to America- Living Color- Vivid

This was a fun to complete – made me revisit that feeling of junior high slumber parties when we would get out the Ouija Board.

In My Mind….

Full Moon Rising

I continue to be fascinated with this idea of home and where it is…. Yesterday morning I happened upon one of my favorite songs that seemed to speak to me in such a perfect way…. So please forgive me… if I’ve up and gone to Carolina in mind. And there is indeed something quite special to me about the blue of a Carolina sky, the sweet creamy smell in the morning of grass and honeysuckle and the beauty of a full moon rising over the ocean or perhaps just a pear tree in a back yard.

i’m gone… say nice things about me… i’m gone…

A reminder…

Resistance
My I.Q. by ani difranco
when I was four years old
they tried to test my I.Q.
they showed me a picture
of 3 oranges and a pear
they said,
which one is different?
it does not belong
they taught me different is wrong
but when I was 13 years old
I woke up one morning
thighs covered in blood
like a war
like a warning
that I live in a breakable takeable body
an ever-increasingly valuable body
that a woman had come in the night to replace me
deface me
see,
my body is borrowed
yeah, I got it on loan
for the time in between my mom and some maggots
I don’t need anyone to hold me
I can hold my own
I got highways for stretchmarks
see where I’ve grown
I sing sometimes
like my life is at stake
’cause you’re only as loud
as the noises you make
I’m learning to laugh as hard
as I can listen
’cause silence
is violence
in women and poor people
if more people were screaming then I could relax
but a good brain ain’t diddley
if you don’t have the facts
we live in a breakable takeable world
an ever available possible world
and we can make music
like we can make do
genius is in a back beat
backseat to nothing if you’re dancing
especially something stupid
like I.Q.
for every lie I unlearn
I learn something new
I sing sometimes for the war that I fight
’cause every tool is a weapon –
if you hold it right.

Mr. Paris Pigeon Pants and Making Peace with Progress

Pigeon Pants

Mr. Paris Pigeon Pants and Making Peace with Progress – a novel-

The true story of a clandestine meeting between a girl and a pigeon in Paris- as captured in film by Jon Tillman. It is not a novel, but it should be, truly.

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“Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.” –Sir Winston Churchill

A song written by a wonderful lady named Kelly Mitchell has become my most recent theme song. “Make peace with progress or get out of is way.” It is a harder lesson to learn than I initially thought, but I am getting there.

I feel a stretching and a growing and perhaps some reaching. What am I reaching for? That seems hard to say or pin down…. my ideas and notions about the world are being challenged, but not in a way that I am used to- it is not drastic or tragic- it is quiet and it could be ignored if I tried hard enough, but I don’t and so it is here just looking at me – wondering what I am going to do next.
I am making peace with progress… and learning as I go, but with each step- as often happens- I realize how much more there is to learn.

Home is… ?

beginning

I have been pondering the meaning of home lately. What does it mean to be at home or go home? Where is home when I have family in Raleigh, North Carolina- Beaufort, South Carolina- Leesburg, Georgia- Berlin, Germany- Hamburg, Germany- and Bekum, Germany— I also have adopted family in Boone, North Carolina- North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina- Brooklyn,New York (to name a few). I was born in North Myrtle Beach. I grew up all over North and South Carolina and I live in Essex, UK.
Where is home in all of this?

For a majority of my 20’s I have worked toward the idea of Becoming the Woman I Want to Call Home in this thought process it is me that is home and I suppose I travel or dream of traveling as a snail does with all of my belongings close to me, but belongings don’t make up home anymore than one local makes you at home.

I imagine a simplier time in the world when you belonged to one locale with family and friends all in one place, but this is a false version of reality. People have always wandered aroung looking for {fill in the blank… food, fufillment, mates, work, warmer or colder weather, something, anything}. It is simply easier or faster to stay in touch with many people now… so does that allow you the time to miss them… and what does that have to do with home? Much perhaps, but I am not sure at this point.

Home is where the heart is. Home is where you hang you hat. Home is your location. Home is where you were born…. where your children were born. Home is where most immediate family is…

It is something that is evolving in my head at the moment. I want to be at home… I know this, but I am not sure where that home is…

Happy World Book Day

“The universe it made up of stories, not atoms.”  -Muriel Rukeyser

We learn and grow by telling our story and hearing the stories that other have to tell. Here’s to listening and sharing.