Sunday at Unity

I stayed out late last night (4:30 am +-). When I got home the bed was full of papers I was working on and left there because I was late getting out, so it took another 30 minutes to get the bed ready and then the computer wanted attention and it became 5:30 am before my head hit the pillows. I was not sure I would make it to the 9:00 am service, but I did.

It only took the first song of the service, "Bridge Over Troubled Water", for me to realize how lucky I was to be at Unity and we had not started. Here are a couple of drawings from today's service.

The Rest of the Weekend

The rest of our weekend we were at Marco Island with family. It was a wonderful place full of nature for the kids to see and experience, tennis and golf. The little crab claws also help set up a croquet course. Here are some photos.

Poetry Friday - October 19, 2007

I have been meaning to tell you about my incredible weekend but I have no time and/or energy to post. So now I am forcing myself to do it for I do not want to loose the taste of the experience.

Friday night, it was humid and hot but we were there for the outdoor event. A poetry reading by the tiniest crab claw's class. Poems about us the parents and then poems from the parents about the children. It was beautiful. Here is the card I received after tiny crab claw did his reading, his poem and mine.

Fun Dad
by tiny crab claw

Dad you kept me safe from danger.

You have showed me the light that comes inside.

We have gone through the worst time and the best times.

As you mess up more than me I still love you gleaming shinning star.

And we know were like a vase that has to break.

Dear Tiny Crab Claw,

by Crab Claw

So, a poem about you

so many things to say

it should be an epic

from how fast you ride

the yellow bike

to how you reach over

and share appetizers & dessert.

The truth is

you are the little one

with a big heart.

It took weeks

for you to stop

Saying, "it isn't fair"

after seeing

"The Bicycle Thief"

I know you still

don't understand it

I am sitting outside

at your favorite spot

candles lit and wind chimes on

trying to remember

every time we walk

the dumpsters

where you found the candle holder

now in our yard.

I can always see it in your eyes

the treasure is in the next dumpster

Tattoo design for my back - August 2005

Friday Night

Good Morning!

Have a great week!!!!!!!!!!

The Morgue

This post should really be called

"Too Chicken to Post"

One of the the ideas when I started this blog was to share with the viewers many of the entries in my sketchbooks. Part of those entries are letters I write to Dear God, Dear Universe, Dear Humanity, Dear Energy and a couple of others that show up from time to time. I sometimes even write to myself, Dear Iggy, but I am doing that anyways if no one else sees the entries. The truth is I am way too scare to show something so private and revealing, not to mentioned that anyone that knows me will be able to figure out who I am going on about, falling in love with (that week) or many other little things I share with a select group of individuals, because I need their attention (Leo - August 18). Tonight I was looking at several sketch books thinking about posting a couple of entries and it ain't going to happen - not tonight - and maybe never.Above is the sketch for one of three paintings I have not worked on for several (six) months. They gave away to other things I am doing but I think I am about to go back to all three in November after the set for "The Servant of Two Masters" is done. The reason I chose this painting is that with it came a poem or better yet the poem came first then the sketch. So a way to not feel so bad about not sharing the deep personal stuff is to give you a poem. I think I have the final version of this poem at work so I may change the poem by tomorrow.

It is two for one

at the morgue

Golden Liquid?

"I'll take it"

10:47 and all the boys are here

looking pretty ass the absent girls

their hot topic darkness

not their own, borrowed

and i

Barton Fink on steroids

our touch of death

looks so different

no strength in it

a pale thin weakness

if we could see it

wrinkle, old, unforgiving

without the exuberance of heroin

weak and full of life

another contradiction

and here at the morgue

we are all looking

acceptance, love, affirmations

no one escapes the value

of being, a puzzle piece

so we dance

grasping the veil

of a fictitious underworld

accepting transparencies

Going Once - Going Twice

My "bestest best friend" (now) and fellow blogger Downtown Diva got me involved in "A Place to Call Home" (see card above). A great idea and an incredible show. I will do shows like these the rest of my life. I get to do what I love and give a little bit back. So, this afternoon I got the call, "One of YOUR works sold" and tonight the second shoe dropped. I got the email, "a second one sold".

After I stop doing a jig and singing "I am special...", I'll figure out which ones are gone.

THANKS DIVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!