
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Re-entering the Journey of the Artist's Way
It's been a little while since I've taken this aspect of myself seriously and it drops me to my knees. I find myself listening to old favorites in music - things that made me want to be a musician and artist to begin with - the gifts, desperations, drives....
I am becoming re-introduced to myself. The feelings; deep, absolutely gutteral - primal.
The reasons for being, living learning.
If you don't want to feel; make no mistakes, take no chances, don't express yourself.
I did this and died.
I am welcoming myself back to life.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Hard Times for Huskies...............
Nikita was resting comfortabley this
morning, thank heaven.
On the other side of the bed, she has her grandparent purchased, L.L. Bean, sage colored, thickly padded mattress - but she chose this.
Can't say I blame her.
Sweet dreams little husky.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...................
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Political Commentary......... from the last economic bubble.
Real World
Susan Lowery - 1999
I know there's a place for me
Outside this corporate realm
Tired of being a figurine
All that can go straight to hell
Dinner dates, terms and rates
Policies on the line
Holdin' it in
No matter how grim
I've got better things to do with time
I'm talkin' 'bout a real world
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
Looking for truth and solutions
Cures to false pride and pollution
Bodies containing minds that relate, using technology - minus the hate
Procrastination, manipulation - sad, sad tools of the trade
Stop talking - start walkin'
It's time to infiltrate
I'm talkin' 'bout a real world
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
A place of love
A place of integrity
Learning to live more passionately
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
Old boys nations, leaving us nothing but constipation
Well meaning swelled up buffoons
Politics clear as cartoons!
Cut the fat, that's just that,
Let's everyone tow the line
Cut the fat, that's just that,
Or leave 'em all behind
I'm talkin' 'bout a real world
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
Outside this corporate realm
Tired of being a figurine
All that can go straight to hell
Dinner dates, terms and rates
Policies on the line
Holdin' it in
No matter how grim
I've got better things to do with time
I'm talkin' 'bout a real world
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
Looking for truth and solutions
Cures to false pride and pollution
Bodies containing minds that relate, using technology - minus the hate
Procrastination, manipulation - sad, sad tools of the trade
Stop talking - start walkin'
It's time to infiltrate
I'm talkin' 'bout a real world
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
A place of love
A place of integrity
Learning to live more passionately
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
Old boys nations, leaving us nothing but constipation
Well meaning swelled up buffoons
Politics clear as cartoons!
Cut the fat, that's just that,
Let's everyone tow the line
Cut the fat, that's just that,
Or leave 'em all behind
I'm talkin' 'bout a real world
Talkin' 'bout a real, real, real, real, world
Snowy Lizards..........
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Slowly But Surely....................
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday's Glorious Sunrise
The rise was even more glorious - reds, oranges, fushias - on the other side of the house but I didn't get to capture it, I simply enjoyed it.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Me, Grandam Williamson (Finnish Grandma) & Linda; My Sis (left)
I think Willer is about five or six, which would make me about three or so....
This was in Milwaukie, Oregon where Grandma & Grandpa lived oh so long ago.
Grandma was a firecracker! Grandpa, the calm.........
Friday, October 17, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Desert Love Song
Desert Lament
Susan Lowery 9/28/2008
Dove, dove bird of love
Wing across the desert sky
Dove, dove bird of love, bring my lover’s breath to me
Dove, dove bird of love, bring my lover back to me
Raven flying high
Sly one of the seabed dry
Raven flying high
Crossing worlds by day and night
Coyote trick my eyes
Feed me stories, (filled with) feed me lies
Coyote trick my eyes
Make me love and make me cry
Susan Lowery 9/28/2008
Dove, dove bird of love
Wing across the desert sky
Dove, dove bird of love, bring my lover’s breath to me
Dove, dove bird of love, bring my lover back to me
Raven flying high
Sly one of the seabed dry
Raven flying high
Crossing worlds by day and night
Coyote trick my eyes
Feed me stories, (filled with) feed me lies
Coyote trick my eyes
Make me love and make me cry
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
"The Pit......................."
It's been filled and emptied many times, but not burned. Today was the maiden burning.
I think its about 6 feet across and 2 feet deep.
How appropriate, Dan and I are both Aries - fire signs. It was a great project to work on together.
"Ummmmmm, fire good!"
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