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Eighth day of lunar cycle
Waxing half moon in Pisces

"All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of man's limbs and senses." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Music of the Day:
-- A compilation of holiday music created by a former co-worker

Days meditating: 12

Drinking: Water; coffee - yummm, coffee

I awake to another beautiful day in paradise.

Bailey is giving me kitty kisses and gentle pawing at my face. I am not ready to get up yet. But then, my cell phone rings and it is a friend of mine. I tell her I am still in bed so she tells me to call her later.

However, Bailey is very grateful for the phone call because I do get up and it is 9:30 a.m. He has been waiting impatiently for his breakfast so now he is a happy camper as I take care of his immediate needs.

I take care of mine by taking my morning medications and meditating. I am beginning to feel a difference in the mood of my morning quiet time, of this I am glad.

When I come from my meditation space, I smell coffee. Michael hands me a mug as I come into the kitchen. Now I am a happy camper. I'm not really a coffee drinker because I like tea. However, a good cup of coffee every now and then is very good. The other good thing is Michael is cooking me breakfast. I am a well-cared for girl. Girl by the way is the acronym of Goddess in Real Life!

One of the things I have noticed with taking the many medications that I do is how dry my skin has become. I am using heavy duty dry skin lotions daily. I also use the shea butter or body butter as it is sometimes called. My skin just soaks this stuff up. I have also noticed my feet are very dry. I am using the pumice stone on my feet more than I have in my life time. Now is this medication induced or just aging?

I am learning getting older isn't for sissies.

New Words:

Recondite: Adjective. 1. Beyond the grasp of the ordinary mind or understanding; profound; abstruse; 2. Dealing with abstruse or difficult subjects; 3. Obscure or concealed.

Vociferous: Adjective. 1. Loud, noisy, or vehement in making one's feelings known; clamorous; 2. Characterized by clamor or vehement outcry.

Presaging: Verb transitive. To give a presage, or warning of; portend; 2. To have a foreboding or presentiment of; 3. To predict.

In reading the "The Daily Book of Art" on page was on Henri Matisse. Matisse is quoted to have said, "For a painter, nothing is more difficult than to paint a rose, because in order to do so he must first forget every rose that has ever been painted."

He also said, "Creativity takes courage."

I found in my forays into the world of art both of these quotes are very true. With the first quote, whatever it is you want to create, it has been painted, drawn, or photographed before. So I did have to forget all those images I already had.

This was the case when I entered an important photograph contest in our county. My photograph was of a piece of driftwood sticking straight up in the sand with seaweed hanging from it. This is after a storm had hit the day and night before. It is early morning; the sun hasn't begun to show itself above the hills. It is the time between night and day. It is misty out.

I am walk around the driftwood looking for that just right shot and then I snap it.

When I get the photos back from processing, I am surprised by the fact that The Rock, Morro Rock (see this entry), is the back drop of my photograph. I am surprised because the whole time I was looking at the driftwood, I never saw the rock.

I was told by the judges of the contest that they had decided they were done with "The Rock" photos and then mine appeared. My response was, "This is not a rock photograph but a photo of the aftermath of a storm in which this piece of wood has been stuck into sand. It shows the outcome of what happens between the water and earth when they collide in the dance of a storm. This is why you chose it for best of show!"

I am finding these times of perfect brilliance don't come every time I begin an artwork project. I am just glad I was present at that perfect moment.

Since art does not come easy for me, I am glad I have the Amazing Mz. M to remind me to have fun. Become that little child again who has the imagination and no expectation of the outcome. Because of this wonderful sister, I have some artwork in my house I love and can gratefully say, "I did that!"

So, this ends a little of this and a little of that.

mz. em

Currently reading:
-- "The Last Werewolf" - Glen Duncan
-- "The Daily Book of Art/356 readings that teach, inspire & entertain" - day 67

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