This isn't going to be a full Brimhall Report, but here's a picture of me & the doc.
Monday, March 31, 2008
This isn't going to be a full Brimhall Report, but here's a picture of me & the doc.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I found this really cool rock down at the river that was shaped like those ancient goddess figurines. When it came time to do something for this month's theme of "Sprout" I was looking at the rock and thinking that on one side it looked like a pregnant woman, and on the other side, it looked like she was holding a baby. I was going to be more realistic in my painting of it with a face, but it turned out more abstract. On the holding-the-baby side, it reminded me of Mother Mary and she's always in blue. The rock was dark grey, so I painted it white first so that the crayon would show up better. Then I heated it up in the oven at 100 degrees and melted blue crayons on one side. I really just followed the shape of the rock to make the face. Initially the heart was a baby.
On the other side, I painted it green and then added a finger labyrinth "sprout." When I looked at the whole thing, I realized it looked like the earth! So it's a Mother Earth celebration of Spring.
Links to the rest of the OT gang!
Alexa Westerfield - a.k.a. Swelldesigner Now that's it's time for spring, ideas are "sprouting" all over the place. Alexa creates this eye-catching notebook to keep them in order.
Art Bead Scene Some good karma is sprouting up at the Art Bead Scene with Heather's Lotus Flower Bracelet
Cindy Gimbrone aka The Lampwork Diva The Brooklyn National Anthem sprouts every year when Cindy's in Spring mode. See what it inspired this year!
Earthenwood Studio Chronicles Melanie giggles and remembers a furry friend, brings back an old mold, and sprouts up a beaded LOLhammy ceramic ornament
Helen Bradley and Michelle Zimmerman at http design It's spring and we're sprouting all sorts of wonderful art at http design. Michelle is toting her art to the market and Helen revisits a fun art school assignment for her inspiration.
Humblebeads Humblebeads celebrates spring with a Berry Good bracelet inspired by some juicy disk beads.
Jennifer Heynen of Jangles Jennifer has come up with a cute little necklace to remind you of spring.
Katie's Beading Blog Create some spring flair of your own with this easy bead embroidery idea from Katie's book, Hip to Bead.
Kriss Cramer - Spring Is In The Air Not much of a horticulturist? Me neither! But I love flowers and I enjoy growing these ones with some paper, paint, and rhinestones.
Linda and Tea at Make It Mine magazine Tea decided to join the fun this month. Check out her quilt blocks and Linda's purse.
Melissa J. Lee - Strands of Beads What do Korean playing cards have to do with a sprouting spring? Check out Melissa's blog to find out.
Michelle McGee - S-P-R-O-U-T Michelle just can't stop creating in green! A little wooden birdhouse becomes a beautiful palace!
Savvy Crafter Candie shares some happy spring memories with a cheerful felty flower idea!
Snap out of it, Jean! There's beading to be done! Jean tells a touching, poignant tale of some beads who help one another, and after a small amount of sturm and drang they get it together and help each other! In fact, they prettify whatever YOU choose! Go see! It's fun!
Spring is Sprouting for Joolz by Lisa Even without a green thumb, Lisa managed to "grow" a garden of sorts this month.
Sprouting Up with Beading Help Web Lynn Kvigne's used wire and a lentil bead to create a "sprouting" pendant for wire workers who want a bit of a challenge!
The Impatient Blogger How does your garden grow? With metal mesh, Czech glass beads and vintage French images all in a row! Margot just returned from Paris where she discovered a treasure trove of vintage paper. This scanned and sized postcard image fit the theme of sprout perfectly and the necklace was in search of a new home...add some teal metal mesh bows and accents and voila...a design sprouts forth!
Vintage Girl Teams Up With Her Vintage Momma! What does a gal do when she finds herself far from her crafting supplies? Why, she raids her mom's basement and then puts dear old mama to work! Stop by and you'll see why mom's basement is fertile ground for things that sprout!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It's a BEAUTIFUL springy day. I was going to write a parody to Jesus Christ Is Risen Today, but I have a treasure hunt to prepare for this afternoon. But it starts like this:
Doesn't really seem worth writing that part down, does it? Here's my blog post--now you finish it. ;-) I'm tippy-tapping this with Eddie Izzard in my head. Just imagine a male British accent in lipstick and high heels. Got it? OK. He does a v. funny bit about religions and Easter. You can google him on youtube. HAPPY Easter--now go eat some chocolate. ;-) H.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Nephew: What's for dinner, Mom?
Sister: Well, we're having chicken, broccoli, cooked carrots....
Nephew: Eeeewwwww!!! Cooked carrots?! I hate cooked carrots!
At this point my sister gives him The LOOK while she says his name in The Mom Warning Tone.
Nephew: None for me thanks, I'm not a fan of cooked carrots.
He's older now, still not a fan of cooked carrots, but perfectly polite. Too late, tho, because I've adopted the phrase for all-things-yucky. It was especially appropriate when I was in massage school watching Dr. Bob's anatomy videos. Eeeewwwww!!!
And I'm not a fan of cooked carrots, either. That's right... Eeeewwwww!!!
HAPPY SPRING, have a GORGEOUS day! :-) H.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Remi and I had a little ritual: as I would begin to walk the labyrinth, he would go rub up against the bush at the side of the porch. When I got to the center, he would trot over to me and sit down and lean into me while I pet him.
You know those quiet moments of peace where there are no thoughts or concerns? This was one of them. Looking out at the mountain with the sun on my face, Remi leaning into me. *sigh* LOVEly. And then I heard "Treasure in the labyrinth." That is what I felt. When we went back into the house, I started to write. I thought I was going to write a script, but this poem came through instead. Not the sing-songy rhymes I usually get. Just as I finished up, Mum was at the door and the rest of the day unfolded. It was Remi's last gift to me before he crossed over.
What is your treasure?
Waiting to be discovered?
What is your dream?
What do you aspire?
It is your treasure
That you treasure.
It is your life’s journey,
Your path, your purpose.
It is waiting for you
To take the leap
Into the unknown
Into the darkness
Into the void that creates
The SPACE for you to grow
Into your BEAUTY
You are the gem that has
Been tossed and polished
by the storms of your doing
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
On Easter morning we celebrated the resurrection of Christ with a durgey hymn...Jesus Christ is risen today-ay-ay,
I used to imagine Jesus standing there saying, For God's sake [and He could say that, because you know, He IS God] put some pep into the song...maybe SMILE.
After church we had an Easter egg hunt (totally pagan, BTW) and got to eat chocolate eggs. Which is what I had given up for Lent.
All this deprivation has me thinking: What if we gave up complaining instead? OR: What if there were some doctrine that said, Go forth and find pleasure. GET A MASSAGE? I think the world would be a better place if people felt better. Just a thought. This is what my brother gave up every year for Lent:
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I've put flower essences in my bath before, so I did the same with the Ignatia & EEP. Yes, I literally took a bath in them. I kept opening the book randomly and came to the following passages:
One of the most powerful guides to heartful seeing is to carry an awareness of the inevitability of everyone’s death. You and everyone you meet will die someday and remembering this fact can be a strong wake-up call to feel differently about how we relate to one another. Given that our time on earth is precious and limited, how can we afford not to see through our hearts? Is there time to waste on heartless observation when our time with one another is so brief?
Open your heart to others so they may learn to see you through their heart. When two hearts see one another, each is given a spiritual blessing. This is the closest we get to seeing through the eyes of our Creator. As you learn to see this way, you will find yourself falling in love with the world.
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Everything in life is a teacher with a lesson that is perfectly made for you during the time in which it is received. We are never given more than we can bear. Grace, the divine presence and generosity of spirit, befalls those whose hands are open to receive it. The work of spirit is toward making graceful outcomes and blessing all that we receive in life. It steps away from seeing problems that need to be solved and difficulties that must be surmounted. Spirituality embraces all of life, its upsides and downsides, and does so with the serenity and calmness of a still but powerful compassion for the whole creation.
Spirit touches and moves our lives through the mystery of love and relationship. Holding both ecstasy and suffering, a spirited soul embraces all the longings of the heart. As Rumi poetically captures this:
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
No one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.
And then I turned to a story (slightly paraphrased for you) about a dog. A DOG. [Cue boo-hooing with violins]
An old, crippled dog approached an elderly man in a park. This man had never experienced love in his entire life. The dog says that he has 3 days left to live, and more than anything he wants to experience being loved by his master. "I want this so much that I have learned how to speak so someone could hear my request. I have searched the world for a person who would understand my situation, and I think you understand what it is not to have love in your life...You don't have to really love me. It would be fine for you to pretend that you love me." So they spend the next 3 days together and the old man gives him the best food and takes him special places in the park and lets him sleep with him at night while he rubbed his belly and sings songs.
At the end of the 3 days, the dog says, "You have truly cared for me and I am most grateful. You have enabled me to open my heart. For the first time I know what it feels like to love someone." The old man began weeping and replied, "I, too, have learned to love and have never felt more alive." At that moment a shaft of bright white light entered the old man's apartment window and transformed itself into a staircase to the sky. A voice from above was heard by all the neighbors, "Come, both of you, unto my house. You have prepared the ground for your hearts to enter the kingdom of light." The old man with the dog by his side walked all the way up that staircase of light and disappeared into the clouds.
Dogs put the UN in unconditional LOVE and open our hearts in a way that only they can do.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Then John told me a story. A Dave Dobson Story.
Do you remember that story Dave tells about learning to fly? [Maybe. Often I don't remember something Dave said until it's necessary. That's how Dave was.] Anyway, the story was something about what would Dave do if the instructor had a heart attack and the plane was plummiting to the earth and he had to land the plane all by himself when he'd never done it before.
He would take the controls, pull up on the nose.
What if none of it worked?
And then what? Anything else. Do anything. Keep going until. How badly do you want this?
So I redoubled my efforts. I've learned this from John: when in doubt, restart your computer. Except that I forget until he reminds me. And whenever he says reminds me of a story, I pay attention. Thanks, John. And thanks, Dave.
P.S. Plummit? Plummet? Where's my spell-checker?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Back to being offended: The question is, Who is being offended? Not the me that is connected to universal consciousness. It's the ego-me that needs to be right--and self-righteous. Even if I'm interpreting a behaviour as "mean," even if the intent from the person is to be mean, it doesn't matter. What matters is my response to the situation: how much emotional energy am I going to waste on this? How am I going to respond? Sometimes the best response, is no response. In that place of stillness, where there is no separation, what does it matter? It doesn't.
Eckhart Tolle said on Monday's webinar with Oprah that you can't force enlightenment on someone. You can fill-in-the-blank with enlightement. You can't force an opinion, a feeling, an idea. We all have our own lessons to learn. We all have our patterns to outgrow. Or not.
P.S. I am venturing out into the world this weekend so will most likely not be posting til Monday. Have a GREAT weekend!
P.P. S. Today is the LAST DAY to enter The Grasshopper's drawing for lots of cool *free* stuff from John Morgan! GO SEE.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
One of the things that Susan talked about was acknowledgement. We were to pick an issue or intention to think about as she guided us through the meditation. She said that if there was any part resisting, just to acknowledge it. Sometimes that's all you need to help to shift a pattern. Acknowledgement works with parts of ourselves that we deny or resist. What you resist, persists. I think it also works with people. When you take a pause and give your full attention and are completely present, it transcends personality, ego, or behaviour. It acknowledges the divinity within where we are all the same. Anyway, just a thought. Namaste.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
John's take on "falling apart."
“Who you are is someone that you made up and got comfortable with.”
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
I was kidding when I proposed Menstrual Monday to Margot Potter, but then I started thinking about how cultures behave towards periods. Unless we’ve been raised in a matriarchal, goddess-worshipping culture (not in abundance on the planet today), we are woefully unenlightened. This is not gender-based, either. Look at the language we use:
Feminine PROTECTION. Protection from what? It’s not an attack and it’s not a disease.
SANITARY napkins: implies something dirty. It’s not dirty, it’s nature. In some religious traditions, men are not allowed to touch a woman who’s menstruating. How’s that for affecting self-esteem?
Euphemisms like the CURSE. Think about it: women have the ability to create life. I think that’s more of a BLESSING.
Ignorance is a voluntary affliction. ~ Nicholas Ling
I am not surprised by the lack of understanding that men have about periods. Afterall, their relationship with bleeding is from an injury. I am, however, surprised at the lack of knowledge women have about their own bodies. Ladies, do you know where your ovaries are? Here’s the thing about ignorance: there’s a tendency to make what we don’t understand, wrong. Religions do this all the time. In addition, whenever you keep something shrouded in darkness and mystery, it’s a place for shame to hang out. How can we be living in the 21st century and still be in the dark ages when it comes to our biology?
I have an Indian-American friend who told me that when she was a girl, she happened to be visiting India when she got her period. All the women got together and performed a specific ritual for her. She said that she was so embarrassed that everyone knew about it. I said, “How wonderful that you could mark the occasion as a celebration into womanhood. You had the support of women from all generations.” We don’t have that in our society.
She went on to say that when she was growing up, her mother was not allowed to prepare the food for the family for the first 3 days of her period. Perhaps, initially, however many centuries ago, that rule was created to support the woman. The body is breaking down, cleansing, clearing out. It takes energy and sometimes don’t we just want to take a nap? How many women listen to their bodies and rest? This is our downtime, but most women pop a pill and push themselves to keep going.
There’s a wonderful book, The Red Tent. Set in Old Testament times, it tells the story of women who retreat to a tent for their 3 days out of the month. The men thought it was a place of isolation where the women went to suffer. Far from it. It was the place of communion and storytelling and rest. It’s a great read.
You may be wondering (if you’re still with me) what sparked this little essay. It was Margot’s post. There are girls who miss a whole week of school each month because they have no access to supplies. If you think it’s only in faraway countries, think again. It’s here in America.
So Sharon McCreary is heading up a Maxipad Drive and you can read more about it at Generosity Flows.
Or you can send donations to:
1250 Welton St.
Denver, CO 80204
Happy Monday. :-) H.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
I know you're dead
but if you weren't
I'd give you cake
that wasn't burnt.
I'd sing for you
and maybe dance
and read your books
at every chance.
Your cat and ham
Your JOY and rhymes
have given us such
So HAPPY Birthday,
to you now.
we take a bow.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Miss Ruthie always says to model the behaviour you want to see in your children. I doubt that my niece will ever need to hear a lecture on the importance of proper dental hygiene. Nor will she need to know the importance of reading or spending time together as a family. All those things are modeled to her. Everyday, consistently.
Kind of makes you think about patterns and behaviour and choices....