Archive for September, 2008

All about B

Stolen from Toni, over at Yellow and Orange

He = B

1. He’s sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
News or Family Guy

2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Probably honey mustard dressing, I think

3. What’s one food he doesn’t like?

4. You go out to the bar. What does he order?
Usually a local beer he hasn’t tried yet

5. Where did he go to high school?
Farmington, NH

6. What size shoe does he wear?
11 I think

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Outdoor gear — hiking, rock climbing, kayaking stuff

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
Meat, cheese, sprouts, probably honey mustard

9. What would he eat every day if he could?
My tomato pesto!

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Peanut butter Puffins

11. What would he never wear?
In general, a pink shirt, but if he was dared, he would probably wear most anything

12. What is his favorite sports team?
I guess the Patriots or Red sox

13. Who will he vote for?

14. Who is his best friend?
Tommy, Jeff, ME!

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?
Probably not take enough time for myself

16. How many states has he lived in?

17. What is his heritage?
White (Irish mostly)

18. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?

19. Did he play sports in high school?
Cross country. I seem to remember there was basketball in there also

20. What could he spend hours doing?
Reading, rock climbing, hiking, swimming


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So, as you have likely noticed, I’ve been a bit MIA lately.

Between settling into a new life and new patterns with B, rock climbing, exploring, and just generally being busy, I haven’t had much time online lately. But I’m working on that.

I will be posting some candid portrait shots this week that I took while out at an arts festival this weekend, as well as some fun shots from out and about, some thoughts on climbing, and dare I dream, some creative writing? My nightmares have been coming back lately, which usually means that I have been bottling up creativity and not releasing it. Never a good thing for me!

But for now, here’s a recent pic of me and B, when we went hiking. I feel like this a lot lately.

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When I was done painting the paintings from the last post, I wanted to use up more of the paint I had on my mixing palette, so I started painting out little inspiration cards.

Work can still be play

My religion is play

Celebrate daily even if you don’t have a reason

Find your bliss and follow it

Don’t be afraid to start down a new path

All great artists started out unknown

Dreams are living, breathing things

Will you regret more the chances you took or those you didn’t

I want to start everything with love

I want to grow creatively

I want to be authentically me

I need art and water and sunlight to live

If you wait till everything is perfect,  you will never start

God is in small moments of joy and love

I want to color my life

My soul breathes with paint and photography and writing


Yes to joy and possibilities

You always have the power to be who you want to be

You are living your real life right now

Magic requires passion

Be open to it

You have to believe in magic for it to find you

Start with joy

What keeps you going when things get difficult

If you aren’t willing to fight for your dreams, who will?

Starting over is always an option

Challenges aren’t always bad

Did you find inspiration today? I seem to have a theme going on here with the cards I created. I just sort of painted what felt right. I think I should start listening to myself more!

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Sunday painting

The stickers spell out Joy awaits you

I love painting clouds and trees.

I hope your Sunday had some good, messy color and fun in it!

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It’s been a fun and active weekend so far 🙂

Last night, B and I went out roller skating at Skate Ranch in Raleigh. I love roller skating, I love tooling around on wheels and trying to get skating as fast as I can and dancing around while I skate about.

The place was a bit…ghetto (I commented that based on the parking lot and outside of the building, it looked like someplace where drug deals happened) but inside it was like most skating rinks — feeling like you had somehow stepped back into the 70s). For most of the time that we were there, the music was not exactly to our taste (more in the rap family) but we still had fun. There was a black woman there who was so graceful in her skating and dancing on skates, complete with splits. There was also a group of about four teenage girls, who were all so cute together — they would all hold hands and whip a girl around a corner and just giggle with each other.

And today, B and I went to a rock climbing gym! He’s gone before, but I never have. I have always wanted to learn to rock climb, and it was as fun and exciting and exhilarating and challenging as I thought it would be. I loved the strategy of trying to find the best route to the top, and getting up even when it was difficult. I love pushing and challenging myself physically. I already can’t wait to go again 🙂

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There is a place, deep in the woods, past the bridge sheltered by the tall oaks, past the stone stairs that stretch up into what seems like forever, past the end of all the paths, where no one ever ventures out to. Here, deep in the heart of the woods, there is an ornate mirror standing on its own. It stands taller than a grown man, with vines in gold and copper and leaves in silver running down the sides of the frame. It looks out of place here, but at the same time, it almost feels like the forest grew up around the mirror. And perhaps it did.

For as you might have guessed, this is not an ordinary mirror. It doesn’t reflect back what is visible to normal eyes. Instead, it shows a different side of whatever it reflects.

Dogs that have gone off wondering from home, perhaps chasing a rabbit or following an interesting scent, would not appear as the beloved pet their owners see and know. Instead, in the mirror would appear a wolf, wild, untamed, restless, a fierce, lethal warrior. For the trees that surround the mirror, what is reflected back are trees, but darker, more menacing, leaves that look as though they could cut flesh. And if you keep watching, you see the trees in the mirror pull up by their roots and begin to move off, possibly hunting, or maybe just exploring.

And when a little girl happens upon the mirror, a prim, tidy little girl with her hair pulled back tightly, perfectly into a braid, her clothes neat as a pin even though she has been wandering in the woods for more than an hour by herself, she does not see the reflection she is used to seeing. What she sees looking back at her is a wild little girl, red hair in wild curls and tangles everywhere about her face, with leaves and twigs sticking out here and there. Dirt on her face, clothes with tatters and tears, mismatched shoes on her feet, and a wild gleam in her eyes.

But you might be wondering by now. Which is the true reflection? There is only one way to find out. You have to cross over to the wild side of the mirror.

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B and I went out hiking on Saturday, to Hanging Rock State Park, out by Winston-Salem.

Come enjoy the summit with us, won’t you?

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