#Caturday

This is how I’m spending my Saturday, or Caturday as it were.

Snuggled up in a sleeping bag, day dreaming about camping, watching a few snow flurries and reading on the couch with my cat Nkatsana.

He is cute and fuzzy, but don’t let that fool you. As soon as I move and reach for my tea, he attacks my feet!

 

Shooting stars in the desert

It’s good to go on holiday – aka vacation.

To get away from the everyday and be reminded of the magic

The magic of sunsets in a new place

The magic of afternoon naps in the front seat of the car on a cold, windy day

The magic of birds chirping and owls hooting as winter fades to spring

The magic of coyotes howling as the light changes in the desert

The magic of doing nothing, nothing but simply living

The magic of no phone reception for days on end

The magic of rejuvenation

The magic of soothing soaks in hot springs

 

These all do wonders to ease my mind and body of stiffness and rigidity

So grateful to see a shooting star while soaking after waking up from a nap in the hot springs…I had the place to myself, just me and my dad

Whirlpool on the prairie

So, there I was, grateful to be walking on the prairie.
Enjoying the whole expanse to myself, just me and a dog.
Not a soul in sight.

Anyone who knows me knows I am passionate about recycling and pickup broken glass and rusty metal all the time for use in my artwork. Today I came across this monstrosity. I can’t just put this in my pocket and carry it out like I did the beer cans blowing across the parking lot today.

I won’t deny having a piece of my soul crushed and my walk lessened by my view today. This is, hands down one of my favorite sections of the prairie. As I walked, I coined a new version of my favorite bumper sticker, “We still hang washing machine litterbugs”.

All this being said, I have a truck and would be grateful for some help hauling this to the dump. Unless, anyone needs a new washing machine that is…

Gifts to give

My art is myself.
So personal.
From deep down within.
My deep love for the way I see the word.
They way I wish the world really was at times.
Dancing.
Blue. Water.
Freedom for all. Colors
to fill my heart with joy.
My true self sparkles
when people are open and willing to receive the gifts I have to give.
I have many gifts. Oh so many.

Thanks to BHP Imaging for the great image.

Istanbul Spice Market

This spring, I was lucky enough to go on a trip to Greece and Turkey. I never thought I would end up in either place this lifetime, but I am so glad I did. I saw and experienced so much in such a short time. I want to go back and do it all again!  One afternoon, (or was it morning? It all blurs together a bit…) I went against all advice given to me about going “off the beaten path” and following a local to a different location. The result was amazing. Just like the last time I did this in Zambia. That, however, is a story for another time. This day, my friend Judith and I had trekked all over Istanbul looking for vendors who sold beads in bulk. We found success in the Spice Market (which we both thought was much more interesting than The Grand Bazaar). We followed a vendor out the back door, down a few alleys and down, down, down under the city! Wow! There is an entire marketplace underground there! He kindly took us to a section for beads, bead findings, and more beads. Making sure all the while that we kept up with him and saw numerous vendors. And, he brought me us my favorite, apple tea. There are more beads and bead shops there than I had ever imagined in my life. It was overwhelmingly cool to see. I wanted to just spend the day there looking and taking it all in. But, since this was our last day, we still had other sites to see, so we only spent a few hours on one of our whirlwind days in Istanbul, an incredibly beautiful city that I will always cherish.