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Forest Prince and Wee Art

I haven’t painted in awhile. So much change has happened in the last 6 months.I sold my home, moved to another that is in a continuous state of remodeling. A few days ago I was finally able to sit down in my reassembled studio and paint. Below is the fruits of that labor..Forest Bear. An oil on 12X16 canvas.IMG_0071

And below are pieces I gave as gifts at a dinner party I hosted as a way of saying Thank You to the lovely friends who have helped me through this last year. The pieces are painted on the back sides of vintage metal print blocks. I love them.I had most guests pick out their own, those that couldn’t make it, I one selected for them. There a few more that didn’t make into the gallery..alas.

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Poems from long ago

In the process of cleaning out my home for the big move, I have come across old journals. Ugh! In them I have found a few pearls, “special only to me” writings that I want to save. I will include them over the few weeks in an effort to preserve some memories..

29 August 1993
On the way to the Park

“That dog looks like Beckett, mommy.”
“I know”
“but Beckett has more spots,” she says pointing
to her body, “all over his body.”
“yes honey, and he had more hair too”
“I miss Beckett mommy”
she lays on the sidewalk and puts her head down
“I miss Kimmy too”
“I miss Kimmy too Dev, I’ll tell her you miss her next time I write”
“I’m sad mommy
I want my name to be Kimmy.”

A list of things I have done this year…for when I think I’ve I’ve done nothing..

Modigliani...Gypsy Woman with Baby..at the National Gallery, Washington DC

in no particular order…

1. got married ūüôā
in our church and had a lovely reception at the Podkrepa
2. graduated college
3. went to Washington DC
4. went wine tasting in a school bus
5. visited Crater Lake
6. had a painting get accepted into a show
7. went to the coast for Valentine’s
8. took many many, walks with my beloved around the city; some of them very long walks..
9. went on the tram by OHSU
10. threw a great dinner party in our living room
11. watched fire works from the City Grill
12. went to San Francisco and visited family
13. saw those cool jelly fish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium
14. taught yoga
15. learned how to screen print
16. went to Livingroom Theater many times and saw many movies
17. saw the Christmas lights at Peacock Lane
18. spun wool
19. knitted a shrug
20. went to the lovely 50th Anniversary party of Bob and Sylvia and danced with my husband
21. Autumn Supper at the Andersons
22. had mimosas at brunch at Jake’s
23. in fact..I’ve enjoyed many of Portland’s eateries..
24. run with Luka
25. stargazed
26. I’ve painted
27. and made books
28. made lovely dinners for my husband
29. went to a U of O football game
30. watched my step son play high school football
31. went to many art shows
32. celebrated Emily’s birthday in her backyard
33. rode my bike to work
34. helped decorate my church for Christmas and hung out afterwards
35. hosted an adult Formation mtg at my house
36. ate soup with good people at Tamara’s house
37. planted kiwi
38. had my house painted
39 …and my oil tank decommissioned
40. cleaned out my closets
41. made mulled wine
42. read a book, finally!! in fact I read several
43. recovered cpb’s iPhone from a homeless man
44. hosted Thanksgiving dinner
45. played bocce at the Trunz’s
46. and enjoyed fondue at their house too
47. went to two parties at Roxanne’s and Johnny’s
48. played trivia..and even won a few times
49. took many baths
50. went to a BBQ at Mike B’s
51. grew vegetables in my garden..and ate them
52. ate homemade icecream..cpb made it
53. rode on the scooter with cpb all over town
54. ordered pizza at a tiny airport on the Oregon coast
55. spent time with my grown children
56. bought a camera took many photographs
………57. published my 400th post on wordpress

Autumn Supper

One week after Chris and I were married, we attended the Annual Autumn Supper at Mike and Tina Anderson’s lovely home outisde of Vancouver.¬† This was my second year attending the beautiful dinner. Last year when I went with Chris, we had just started dating.¬† This year, we were married.

The dinner was wonderful, served family style around a long table, you can see the picture above.  Many of the people in attendance had been  there last year, some have been there many times, as Mike and Tina have been hosting these dinners for many years.

It was really a sweet evening; a time for gratitude and family and friends.¬† Children from last year were older and a little bigger.¬† It’s important to stop and enjoy our days. Too many days we rush around, failing notice what we have and who we share our lives with.

Thank you Mike and Tina for slowing us down…

A Lovely Trip…. first day

I have too many photos to download..there’s too many to choose from, and I don’t think wordpress can manage them all.¬† I’ll have to chooose….aaaahhh

Chris and I spent a lovely four days in California.  I cannot begin to express how nice it was to spend time with him away from work and responsibilities.  It was needed and relished.

We arrived Wednesday, out hotel was just outside the gates of Chinatown.¬† The Astoria Hotel was a bit funky, in the on the line between okay and shady. But we had our own bathroom and the elevator was charming if not sketchy.¬† And it was cheap and for one night only. We met Chris’ that evening for a bite and a brew and then hit the hay.

On Thursday Chris and I spent the morning in Chinatown and wandered the North end of the city on our town.¬† We met up with my brother¬† and his lovely wife for lunch and the rest of the afternoon. What follows are pictures from our first full day…

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Chinatown

i could live here

the market on delivery day

drying fish in a window...where else would you dry fish

a graduation at the Episcopal school

Chris wondered if people from Chinatown travel to the suburbs and take pictures of the clothesline

Chris holds the Coit Tower, sort of

lombard...the street that winds

the golden gate...what? it's not the golden gate?

mark and madelyn, the beautiful people

my love and me

a well placed porta potty

chocolate

old friends

I talked with an old friend today. ¬†We haven’t actually talked to each other in about eighteen years, but last year or so we reconnected through…facebook. ¬†For all that I hate about facebook, I can’t help but be amazed and a little grateful for the fact that I have found dozens, literally, of long lost friends through it.

While my friend and I haven’t talked, we have emailed each other and caught up as much as one can. ¬†Today though, for the first time in too many years, I heard his voice and it was..I can’t explain it…it was healing. ¬†I have moved too many times to count in my life, and have lost touch with more people than I care to admit. ¬†Today was an unexpected gift.

What was most lovely about the our conversation was that it was never awkward. ¬†It could have been. I wasn’t necessarily expecting it to be. But by the same token, I was surprised to find it so easy. And now, a few hours later, I am overcome with heartbreaking gratitude that I do not understand and cannot explain. I have felt that parts of me have been scattered around this globe; I have drifted, rather than rooted. ¬†There are moments, like this call, which still me, as if the wind has stopped and for a moment I could be held in one place.

My own memory is not very clear and accurate. ¬†Often I have found it easier to forget; the constant leaving wore heavy; the cost of it evident in ¬†unclear pictures and poor recall. I forget that others haven’t lived this way. ¬†And I am grateful for that. ¬†Today I live differently. It has taken me awhile to come to this place. ¬†Knowing nothing can be held, expecting everything ¬†to change in an instant, I make my home in the present moment. Give it now, listen well; hold and touch and smell all that is with you in this single frame of an instant. ¬†There is no memory or judgement there.

Today a single phone call from an old friend  gave me comfort.  The world is at once a small and  immense place and though I may be scattered across it I am held together by the graciousness of others.