48 of 52 weeks

I slipped and fell on some ice after our Valentines day dinner. It was a deep iced over pot hole, I stepped on what I thought was flat ground but was actually an icy crater! Not too long ago my dad slipped and fell dislocating his shoulder. On my way down when time seemed to be moving in super slow motion, I thought of him and hoped my fate would not be the same. In one hand I held our hard won left overs. I did not drop or spill them! I landed squarely on my elbow-Youchie! I was sure it was broken. Mr. Eleven came to my rescue and helped me into the car. Luckily it is just a really bad bruise.

I say hard won left overs because it took us about two hours to get our food! It was a really fun dinner that none of the other 6 couples will soon forget. We laughed we cried and we begged for our dinner--at one point the waitress snapped back at one of our pleas for nourishment, "YOU WAIT"! This was at about the one and half hour mark.

Today I am feeling the full effect of my fall--in my neck. Something isn't right. Tomorrow I go to the acupuncturist for help--she works miracles. I am sad because I want to paint. I am sad because I don't like pain.

onward, baby steps, cautious baby steps...

UP DATE: I am no longer sad, my friend Judy has a Valentines day story that made me laugh so hard I cried--in a good way!--check it out.

pssss......

My sister in laws house is featured in this architects portfolio. If you look really close, you can see a portrait I did of her kids. Pretty cool.

47 of 52 weeks

I cut my hair. That means I am making a fresh start. Perhaps longing for Spring inspired me, as if cutting my hair will bring the warmer weather our way.

Here I am sitting at my new desk. That's my dear friend Sally with her dog Jack in the first photo I placed on the new board. Check it out, it's a cool cork board I made out of salvaged corks. Yes, Mr.Eleven and I did drink all that wine.

I have been drawing a lot and will start sharing soon. I need to work some stuff out. It hurts and is hard--blah, blah, blah... I am searching for the joy. When I feel bogged down by what I am working on, I stop, regroup and head off in a new direction. Keeping loose keeping light and digging deeper each time I go back to it.

Onward!

46 of 52 weeks

Hey check it out, some folks I kind of know did this and check out more here. Pretty cool! I love this kind of action/art intersect.

My entire life was geared towards this type of action and spirit when I lived in NY. I have been searching to find that here in my new life in RVA. Funny how sometimes things can be right in front of you and you miss them. Funny how I always seem to miss them! It sure is nice to know they are there and the goodness goes on!

Onward!

Snow Angel

We got smothered and covered in snow! Here is a link to some photos I took near our house.

I found the Snow Angel tracks yesterday in our yard, magical!

onward...

45 of 52 weeks

I thought this would make an awesome Valentine's day card, if families sent out such things. Frankenstein's Arms Are Not to Short to Box with God, would be the title. But in reality this is my offering for week 45 of my 52 weeks of self portraits.

I recently mentioned I was sitting on an egg, to clarify things, I am not pregnant!--geez! Today I will say I am working towards a big project that I can't talk about till it is a bit further along. But, I can say everything I am doing is moving me closer to it coming to be...and it's not a baby!--Geez!

I will say one thing about setting goals and making big changes. It is a slow process. There are plenty of times it feels like it is useless to go on. That the bar keeps getting moved as soon as it is within reach. Then all of a sudden it is behind you and there are new things to reach for and they too seem so far away...

When I was a kid our neighbors would flood their back yard and turn it into a big ice rink each winter. All the kids would gather and play games like Red Rover, What Time is it Mr. Fox and Crack the Whip, with our skates on. Crack the Whip was basically every one linking arms with the center person in the center of the rink. Arms linked like a chain, we would all skate as fast as we could, (think Rockettes on ice), the poor kid that got the end slot would at some point fall or let go and whirl off the ice in a dramatic fashion- with a whoosh and a plop!

Sometimes I feel like I am that kid, hanging on to the end--at the end of the whip, but, hanging on! Or maybe that little kitty on the limb: Just Hangin On! No, I am a bit further along that that, I know that, it just feels that way sometimes...

Good thing there are Sunday mornings,to spend some time appreciating where we are right now. The quiet moments of doing nothing that mean everything. That bring our goals with in reach at least in focus for a while. Hey if Frankenstein's arms aren't to short, well, then nether are mine!

Onward friends, onward!!

44 of 52 weeks

I am in motion!

baby steps add up to giant steps, movement into accomplishment, be patient, eyes on the horizon--Onward!