a million sweet shots

posted . feb 2nd . 2011

Recent Classic Misdirections

So last week when I decided to blog about my struggle with mental illness, I mentioned how my mind began going all ninja with creative ideas to get out of making any kind of deep confessions. Ha ha. Nice try. Not only did I blog, mind, but I also stored away all your little ideas and put them to use. HA!

**Yes. I realize I'm talking to myself. Stop interrupting us with your "most normal people don't do that" blabber and mind your own business. Geesh.**

And check out the photos below because THIS is what my mind frantically pulled together in an effort to divert my attention. A Pooh dresser for my son's room. I'd had the decals (Pooh, balloons, lettering, & honey pots) for over a month (clearance at Target because we all know I can't possibly buy anything at full price...) and this originally-plain-white dresser (hand-downs from cousins) had been sitting out on my patio for over three months.

The good news? I started this project with the only inner dialog being "Okay, how are we going to tackle this?" And the other good news? The end product. Quite thrilled with myself. (Sorry. There is no bad news.)

Pretty sure that's not what ants look like.
(It was the last part of painting and by then I'd already had a few glasses of wine...)
Hopefully it'll be a few years before my son realizes that.

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posted . jan 23rd . 2011

The following handful of photos were taken by me of a special set of rings (80 years-old-ish) that was given to my daughter by her Bubbie. The rings belonged to Bubbie's maternal grandparents, Minnie and Bubbie's beloved Herschel. I wanted these pictures to reflect the peace that Love brings as well as the blessed reality of the far-reaching ripple-effect that Love so powerfully has.

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posted . jan 19th . 2011
B E   H E R E
B E   G E N T L E

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posted . jan 16th . 2011
 - giving one another wings to fly -
shouldn't we all be doing the same?

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posted . jan 15th . 2011

sweet, sweet spring, i know you're there

I am over winter. Seriously. I'm done. I need to be able to spend time outside without seeing my breath before me and you, Mr. Coldmizer, are not helping. Especially since you and the dog seem to think 3 AM is a good time to go see that breath.

I get that the heavens aren't going to shift their weather gears at my behest even though some dumbass did ask for a shift in the zodialogical signs and got it. Thus, until the earth finally gets itself back on my schedule (which would only include the two good seasons) I'll have to cultivate my own sunshine.

So I'm sharing two photos of mine that never fail to make me smile. I hope they bring a little smile to you as well and tide you through this weekend - because on Monday, it's supposed to hit 70 and you all know where I'll be found then! (insert wild and goofy sunshine dance of your choosing) 




posted . jan 3rd . 2011

me trip - laguna beach, ca - may 2010

"Take time for yourself." Ah, a phrase I was consistently told by well-to-do women but not one I'd seriously considered. I mean, c'mon...
      Leave the kids with hubby and just go somewhere?
             By myself?
                              No laundry?
                                        No alarm clock?
                                               Uninterrupted sleep?

QUICK! Where is this place and how fast can you beam me there?!

In May 2010 I decided to take the plunge and find that place - and what I found was nothing short of heaven. I spent four nights at the picturesque hideaway of Casa Laguna Inn & Spa - an enveloping inn folded into the hills and cliffs of Laguna Beach, California. The locale, the architecture, the simple thoughtful details found within the walls of this serene haven... sigh, if I could open up my heart and share with you the beauty that overflowed into it from this place, you'd want to dive right in and take a prolonged swim.

And the being completely alone? Priceless. Trading the sounds of my children's high-pitched squeals, tantrums, and "singing" for the quiet of the roaring ocean and the stillness of the world outside my room's balcony was the best thing I almost never did. Taking that time just to be with me, to contemplate without interruption, to be able to center myself and find that sweet spot of trust in my instincts and talents... almost a year later I continue to reap the benefits of that trip, those quiet moments, and the, OH-THANK-GOD chances to take a bath without anyone I knew or cared about having a major meltdown!

I was joined by my brother for a day of gallery hopping in downtown Laguna, afternoon munchies at a simply sweet restaurant on a cliff and strolls along Laguna's Boardwalk. The other three days I spent, well, just being - resisting the urge to drive anywhere, to shop and spend needlessly, and completely stifling, if not suffocating the voices within that tried to tell me I was being selfish, careless, gluttenous, untraditional, and so-not-a-mother-of-any-kind. I didn't drive five hours to listen to such negative voices - so I didn't give them an audience. Not once. Even as I sipped that glass of wine in the bathtub. Even when I got up at sunrise to catch the morning waves inside my lens - only to return to a gourmet breakfast and then fall back in bed for satisfying rest.

So here, my friends, I share with you a handful of the pictures taken from that trip. May 2010. Laguna Beach, CA.