Florida Visit 2020

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I always write my title’s last. I suppose it has to happen that way when you don’t know what you will write / draw / create until it’s being created. My words don’t linger anywhere but on the screen or paper.

I left Idaho to visit my extended friends and family in Florida for 3 weeks and it was the most wonderful and emotionally exhausting 3 weeks of my life! I truly recognize now that I’ve never missed anyone before and have promised myself not to ever leave without my husband again, it’s simply much too hard. SO here we are, back home, and waiting impatiently for him to return home from a welding job in Washington state.

We’ve been waiting since Tuesday and it is now Friday afternoon. Soon! Soon! I am so excited I am clicking away on my keyboard because I know this whole weekend will be too busy filled with love and happiness and cuddles that I couldn’t possibly get any writing done.

Florida is always a wonderful time and I’m so blown away with gratitude for the quantity and quality of friends that we have there, even if they may not know my husband at all and just met my child, we are always welcomed there with open arms and it feels fantastic.

We got in to Tampa at 11:15 pm and my dad came to pick us up, joint in hand and quite cranky to be made to grab us but circumstances are never ever what I anticipate so, my moms car broke down and here he is.

The drive back to Holiday was a long one and so I clutched my son on my lap and held on for dear life and prayed we would evade the police for 60 minutes flirting with midnight and naturally, it seemed to work.

The first people besides my parents that I truly wanted to see would be these beautiful friends of mine! Holly, Joe and Evelyn. Creative, kind, and energetic souls that I will adore for the rest of my life. We had a few beers and talked about how much we love each other and about classism and existence and being supportive and laughing and crying. It was a real treat!

We spent so much time in Holly’s garden and Axle loved to play with the bird bath and toss dirt every which way. His sweet smile melted souls and I am so proud of my happy boy. We went to the beach with my mom and MJ and Evelyn and that was Axle’s first time at a beach. The sun was setting at Anclote and everyone just looked so RADIANT!

Miss Holly will come be in Idaho for a while and I could not be happier!!! A union of souls, and hopefully the start of an even greater migration.

What is a bubble?

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An optimized use of space. Surface tensions. Beautiful colors and yet transparency at the same time. Wobbly. It’s like life on earth in one bubble clinging to yet separated from other existences trapped in other bubbles. I don’t know, a scientist or more intelligent being would provide a more direct description, “A soap bubble is a very thin film of soap water that forms a hollow sphere with an iridescent surface.”.

One thing we all know is that bubbles pop. They are flimsy and aren’t long lasting.

Are we living in a bubble? When will it pop?

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Beyond the layers of our atmosphere, there is an unknown and ever expanding universe and no one knows what lives there. In the event that earth suffers a catastrophe and is.. say.. sucked into a black hole. A tear in our atmosphere occurs in our sky. You can look up and see the tear opening up, like a window into the universe beyond. Black stars and nebulae.

Then, destruction. Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, the tectonic plates are stirring heavy. Heat waves, tsunamis, and all manner of natural disaster on every part of the planet.

Unparalleled beauty, the brief moments before the end of it all. Earth turns into dust and debris, sucked into the black hole like the violent waters of waterfall. Every day that this doesn’t happen is a gift. Our cosmic universe is so vast, and our reality is one so taken for granted.

I’ve created comfortable environments out of thin air and tried to connect or at least be nonthreatening to every single other living thing around me. That we even exist is too incredible to not appreciate. Perhaps it is a game or an experiment to other worldly beings. Sky-man.

The spirits of the dead fill the universe with their energy, in whatever form that it exists. Colors, lights. They are taunting the living with their invisible influence, and maybe some angels and devils linger in the atmosphere.

Maybe extra terrestrial beings are curious about us and make visits as often as former humans.

These are things different people have thought of in ancient time. Sumerians, Egyptians. The people of the sky.

Our human bodies and anatomy and biology and our history and this ever expanding universe full of energy and beauty? It’s incredible. My little boy, I believe, had nightmares last night. He was inconsolably screaming until midnight when I pulled him into bed with me, he immediately quieted to sleep. Nightmares! Another interesting part of existence.

The sky is brightening, a sign that 8:00am is approaching. The sun doesn’t come out in the winter. The sky just brightens and the mountains become faintly visible in the far off distance.

moral infiltration

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Thirteen drafts filled with a half a sentence. Writing is so hard to do with a curious and persistent 13- month old toddler wandering around interested in a laptop with all of his being. This time though, I’m elevated and sitting with my legs crossed on the bed. A set of watchful eyes. Two sets, in fact, as the cat is on the bed with me.

Every day is becoming more system, a good thing. Mentally, things are just numb enough. This world, is amazingly disappointing. I am waiting for The President of the United States to be acquitted on his crimes. An unfit man in a demanding position, the weight of which is visibly crumbling him.

And the world is laughing at the United States, this crumbling man leading the nation to crumble with him. To topple over after a disgusting network of racism and hate spread throughout the underbelly of the country. How do you uninstall these ideologies within American society? What would a moral infiltration look like and how long would it take?

Every interaction with a racist person should be designed around displaying that equality is the only way that is truly aligned with God. It’s the only way to live. Racism is so damaging for no reason. We should unite to fight for a better treatment of our PLANET.

This planet that just happens to exist with all of these billions of people. In the hundreds of years that humans have existed here together on this planet and we still haven’t learned to stop the violence and hatred.

It’s so stressful and I feel guilty bringing a child into a world like this even. I am hoping that if I raise a kind, intelligent and good person to the best of my abilities, it may have a positive ripple effect for generations to come. But the guilt lives in my head, too, right next to those thoughts.

2020. We’re flirting with other predicted end of the world dates, and technology is advancing quite rapidly into AI based. The world our government was designed for is not the world we are living in. It’s just not working.

I am holding my breath. Trying to minimize my impact on the world. The majority of the time, I buy things only second hand. I don’t buy paper towels, other unnecessary product that becomes trash.

I’m just waiting. I guess we all are, but really, we should organize. Don’t you think?

🙂

Exploring State Highway 55

Boise, Idaho

It’s been a fairly quiet month for blogging, my apologies! I’ve been working through some emotions ( as always, lol) and of course it’s the holidays, so busy busy! Not really, but it feels like it sometimes. It’s not the usual adult kind of busy but my one year old is taking up loads of time. He demands my time and I am ready ready and willing to give it to him at his every whim. I did manage to do some traveling out to a small city called McCall about two hours north of Boise. I figured I would take a quick moment to share the photos of the trip while my boy is having a particularly long nap!

The destination was a straight shot north on state highway 55, and many times during the drive I felt so overwhelmed with the beauty that I could feel my mouth drop and maintaining focus on the road became slightly challenging. Not too challenging of course, as you are highly motivated to pay attention when the road is narrow and at nearly 5,000 ft elevation and if you swerve even a little bit you will be falling down mountains to a certain death.

It’s a very mild winter this year, thankfully. At least in Boise. McCall, ID has the highest average snowfall in the state, so I set out to see some snow! I had to stop at a few places to just absorb the scenery and snap some shots. The mountains and valleys surrounding the Payette river are an absolute dream. I am alone, and enjoying the peace. These drives and explorations are what heal my soul. I love seeing the beautiful less traveled spots across the USA.

It gets grayer and grayer as I move closer to a snowstorm. These photos are quite bright, you wouldn’t anticipate it actually being in the 30s and quite cold. It was a bad day to forget my chapstick at home, thats for sure.

I finally made it to Lake Cascade and boy, is it breathtaking! Cold, snowing, and sometimes hard to tell what is water and what is earth. The reflection of the mountains in the lake staring back at me is something I’ll never forget. There’s children nearby sledding. I’m going for a walk, in the snow, with my big city knee high boots that I foolishly thought would treat me will in the snowy weather.

The next stop: McCall! The spot I am headed to is called Payette Lake. Payette Lake is a 5,330 acre expanse of clean, glacial water sitting at an elevation of about 5,000 feet in the mountains of Idaho. I’ve seen photos of it during one of my late evenings studying geography and history of Idaho and have wanted to have a look in person for many, many moons. It does not disappoint!

I had lunch in a winery cafe in McCall, a hot tea to go and made my way south on highway 55 to head home for the day. Taking in beautiful sights is fine but I didn’t budget a hotel and driving in the dark on narrow mountain roads while it was snowing was significantly less appealing. I managed to grab one sunset shot through the mountains around Smiths Ferry. It was stunning and I wish the photo would do it even a shred of justice, but alas. Just imagine the soft pinks and oranges blanketing the skies behind the mountainous terrain.

Sunday was always my favorite day to write

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Also, my favorite day for an evening coffee. It feels naughty caffeinating later in the evening when a workday looms so close. The difference now is that the looming workday isn’t relevant for me and I can have an evening coffee whenever I want.

I haven’t done any art and have been battling with a mild depression that has been building for months and months as I’ve been struggling to adapt to wifehood and motherhood and not having a career. Making friends as an adult is hard. I wonder if people realize how stand offish they come across.

Strangers in the world.

Staring at you, staring at them, staring at me. It’s interesting, people watching. Always has been. Everyone is busy. No one is watching. I like to find the ones that are. We smile, we engage, we are busy but, not too busy. Not too busy to be friendly. The world needs more of that. Now, more than ever.

How to make your headache more tolerable in 5 steps

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What to do when you have a migraine? I’ve asked google this question plenty of times looking for some advice outside of the usual. No silly ear piercings or magical quick fixes here.

Headaches are difficult and they cannot always be solved quickly and easily.

More often than not, you will have to simply exist through a headache.

This is a guide to make your headache experience as smooth as possible, in five easy steps!

Step 1: Dim the lights.

Bright lights always make my headaches worse, but everyone will have their own unique triggers. If you haven’t done so before, you should identify (so you can avoid) your migraine triggers. In my case, I will avoid strong smells such as cigarette smoke and bright lights. If at work, close your blinds and door to avoid unnecessary sound/ light.

Step 2: If possible, take a bath. Alternatively, wash your face with cool water.

A bath is the ultimate relaxation technique. Bonus points if you can procure some bath salts, lavender oil, etc. Dim the lights and just let yourself go. I enjoy a hot bath with a cool washcloth on my forehead for a thirty minute soak. This doesn’t cure my headache, but it will help.

Step 3: Drink plenty of water.

Staying hydrated is especially difficult to do when you are depressed, but just power through a glass of water! It will do your body so much good just to have some liquids. Remember, you should drink 8 glasses of water every day!

Step 4: A cup of tea.

I admit it, I’m a caffeine addict. Tea helps me. Add one of your favorite herbal tonics as an added bonus!

Step 5: Give your head a rub.

This one seems pretty obvious, but I was really stretching with this list! It’s easy to forget that you can rub your own head. take your thumb and forefinger and press into your temples slowly in a circular motion. After a while, and a nap, you’ll be back to 100% in no time at all~!

Staring contest (with the woman from my canvas)

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My woman is staring back at me with golden specks in her brown eyes. My woman, of course, is the painting I’ve been working on today. It is something old and ugly, and maybe, I thought, I can make her beautiful today. So I gave her specks of gold and a few more defined strands of green hair and a better environment and then, I drank a cup of reheated coffee. 

We’re poor now, so I guess I should embrace doing something out of character like drink a reheated cup of coffee.  It’s not very good. The coffee is too strong this morning, and something about a reheated coffee is just intrinsically gross. 

I don’t think I even love to paint anymore, but I do it anyway out of a distrust of any other mediums I would otherwise be interested in exploring. What if I started sculpting? Embraced sewing and fashion? Who cares. I have all this paint, I might as well paint over the same stuff several different times until they are as perfect as something I create with my hands could possibly be.

The graffiti in surrounding London is quite lovely. I’ve always had a taste for it. And then, there’s the graffiti I’ve never seen in person. The pieces in Germany and Spain and the Netherlands.  South America. The “rakugaki” or grafitti of Japan, and graffiti in other Asian countries. I have worked on my art inspired heavily by graffiti and art from great manga makers of the 80s and 90s. 

Source: IDK (Help me?)

I gave up on the coffee a while ago. Some things are just not worth sacrificing. It’s a fine time for tea anyways. And so I go about, staring at my woman and she stares right back at me. I’ve got to keep working on her. Refining every strand of hair and every curve of her body until she’s as perfect as possible and I am exhausted and content.