three things: a street photo, a swap, a thank you

first, i am finally participating in self-portrait challenge after not taking part for weeks. jon took this photo of me at the fremont market this sunday. i am smiling at some awesome t-shirts (so many great handmade clothes for sale this time), not at the camera. he "got me" with this one so to speak. i love thinking about what all the people in this photo were doing with their day. what caught their eye, what brought them to the market, what they did for the rest of the day. this month's challenge is a hard one, but so interesting...

second, i am so excited to finally share with you what i received in the vintage button swap (hosted by sally). you all know me and my love of buttons...especially pink ones. my swap partner zenzhey was so great and, in her words, "pinked up" my package. it just made me so happy! thanks zen!

i already have some ideas for a few of the buttons. i love the pincushion and put it to use right away. i find i need one next to the sewing machine, on the ironing board (or bathroom counter as the case may be as i seem to iron there lately), and wherever i am cutting/pinning.

third, i want to say thank you to all of your for your kind comments about my prayer flags. some of you emailed and commented asking when they will be for sale. i hope to have my etsy shop open this month. if you are interested in anything i post prior to then or would like to discuss a special order, please just send me an email at waywardtulip at gmail dot com.

happy may to all of you!

good morning monday (april 30)...and finally, a preview of my prayer flags

reading

See the list of ten books of poetry I enjoy (along with the lists of a few other participants) in Dana’s column at Poetry Thursday (there are more...but these are ten books I would suggest anyone new to poetry pick up). Those ten books are what I will be reading for the next few weeks. I am going to try to read at least one poem a day in May.

Pride and Prejudice (I love it! But must admit that I am glad I have seen the movie(s) multiple times as I might be a bit lost in the language sometimes.)

watching

Planet Earth (If you haven’t already, please go to the website and check. it. out.)

The Illusionist (good, good movie)

listening

To David Whyte read poetry. (Yesterday evening I put a quilt down on the floor in the living room and layed down, headphones on, and listened to poetry from his CD. Soon Millie cuddled up next to me. Heaven.)

To the Dixie Chicks sing “I’m Not Ready to Make Nice” over and over again.

To Ben Taylor

eating

Right now…a Wendy’s frosty for breakfast. I am not proud of it…but it is warm in our house this morning and I am hot and it seemed like the way to go (we had one in the freezer).

Sushi. Just can’t seem to get enough of that salmon protein. Always crave it after emotional stuff happens.

drinking

Izze’s sparkling apple juice. This is my current favorite thing to drink and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

anticipating

Going to see Miss Potter (especially after reading Meg’s review). I think I might take myself on a date and see this movie this week.

dreaming

Last night I used Proactive for the first time (you know that anti-acne system you see on those infomercials? I bought it in one of those fancy vending machines in the Minneapolis airport last week). And then last night, I dreamed I used it on my face and my skin started peeling and suddenly I peeled off an entire layer of skin from my body. I literally stood in front of my mirror and shed a body’s worth of skin. What a metaphor. When I remembered the dream this morning, I looked up from my work and thought, “well crap, I do actually feel lighter today.”

A different kind of dream…one where I take a three-minute break from work and daydream about what I could create from Anna Maria Horner’s new line of fabric called Chocolate (see some of it here).

doing

Going to my teacher’s studio for yoga yesterday. (A deep breath and reminder of how important it is to take care of me. I plan to go again Wednesday.)

Exploring the Fremont Sunday Market. (When you visit, we will have to go there. If you live near me and I don’t know you yet, let’s meet there. And if I do know you, ahem…Kim, let’s meet there soon.) The sun was shining and I just had so much fun as Jon and I went from booth to booth. People make the most amazing things.

creating

Sets of prayer flags. Here is a little preview. (I really am gonna get that Etsy shop open soon.)

The first set is from the “begin” series. Each flag features a reminder to prompt you to keep doing what you do as you live in your life.

The second set of prayer flags is from the senses series. Each flag is in honor of a sense (including the sixth sense of “know”). A meditation written for this series (by me) is read across the set, with each flag having one line that pertains to that sense.

feeling thankful

To those of you who nominated me for a thinking blogger award. Each time, your words came when I most needed them. Thank you. Could I nominate five? I don’t know as there are so many I enjoy, but I will suggest that you visit the first five bloggers I started reading two years ago who invited me to think a bit differently, validated who I am, and changed my life forever:
Andrea
Christine
Jen
Keri
Leonie

home

i am home. i will write about my experience soon. i have permission from the one i needed permission from to write about it (which means i won't have to keep writing around it.) and with that, the bottled up stuff from the last few months, years perhaps (a lifetime indeed)...some of it will appear here. i want to share this layer of my experience.
the last three days were full of some of the most emotional hard work i have done. ever. and today, home, still in my pajamas with a snoring dog at my feet...exhausted physically and emotionally, i have this to say:

i am proud of myself.

i tapped in to courage and bravery and boundaries. it is beginning.

i know many of you who come here probably know the poem "the journey" by david whyte...perhaps i have shared the link before. i turned to david whyte this morning...and plan to spend some time knee deep in his newest collection of poems over the next few days...but this morning, the words "wedge of freedom in your own heart" resonate so deeply inside me that i want to invite you to read it today too. just in case you need to.

oh and another poem (one that is actually in progress) that made me so happy this morning? the one happening in the comments of wednesday's post over at poetry thursday. go check it out! and then click over to today's post to read what other poetry thursday participants shared today.

(P.S. thank you all for your kind words and suggestions for what to do with my sinus infection. you helped me. i survived flying and three days of lots of crying. i am feeling better. still a bit under the weather but my level of exhaustion is probably more to blame. my head only kind of hurts from sinus pressure now. thanks for being out there in the world and taking the time to stop by to have tea with me.)

two...

songs for twirling

1) "gone at last" paul simon (from still crazy after all these years)
2) "proud mary" tina turner (the version from all the best)

i dare you not to twirl when you hear these two songs. go on. try it. i tried myself to just listen to them but had to get up and twirl around my hotel room with my ipod tucked into my pj pants...

what are your twirling songs?

5.4.3.2.1.

5 ... the number of times i have listened to "i'm not ready to make nice" by the dixie chicks on repeat today (while mouthing the words as i was not in a situation where i could sing aloud as perceived lip syncing to silence was bad enough)

4 ... specific items brought from home to keep me grounded

3 ... days (starting tomorrow) that will be spent talking about the elephant

2 ... planes my sinus infection and i road on today

1 ... book i started reading for the first time

29 things I have done in the last 28 hours

*watched entourage and cheered ari as he rescued lloyd
*was told by my hmo that i can’t see my doctor because the sinus infection i described didn’t sound like it had reached the bacteria stage and that even though i am flying on sunday, the consulting nurse just wants me to take sudafed (okay, she was actually quite nice but i hate having an hmo and being told that i can’t see my doctor)
*started crying because my head hurt so much from the pressure of my sinuses
*laughed and cried with dana on the phone
*laughed and cried with kelly on the phone
*was reminded by two friends and my husband that i am stronger than i realize
*appreciated my husband’s kindness in taking care of me as i am ill and overwhelmed by some things (like the last 30 years of my life)
*felt the healing power of mixing paint and stroking it across a page
*painted 12 pages of my new art journal
*laughed as i glued paper to a page ala the techniques i learned in anne bagby’s class at artfest
*had mug after mug of genmai-cha tea
*felt really happy that the pressure in my head started to decrease
*ate some spicy thai food as spicy food was one thing the consulting nurse told me would help clear my sinuses (really…do any of you have other ideas??)
*used the neti pot
*wore my hair in pig tails
*watched the movie stranded on the hallmark channel (a less disney-fied telling of the swiss family robinson story)
*blew my nose about 150 times
*edited some files
*ate a few too many mint milano cookies (but they are so good)
*(i am not proud of it) said aloud that the bird of paradise (all of them) are creepy [insert not so nice words here] (have you seen these guys? we watched them on planet earth again today…have seen them three times. they are insane those guys. so damn cool. to see them yourself, click here and scroll down to jungle: birds of paradise. then hold on tight.)
*listened to my husband tell me all the people he thinks of when he lights the healing candle…i didn’t realize that he did this…i love this
*fell in love with a tamarin
*stayed in my pajamas
*daydreamed about wanting to go on a vacation that would involve sitting and watching the ocean and whales
*checked the weather for chicago
*did some laundry
*ordered the book the dance of anger (on the recommendation of a friend. thank you for saying “did you write it down?”)
*thought about taking a nap
*kept trying to tell, speak, live the truth

little lists

(a small list of some of the) things i can control (in the next day or so)

deciding to twirl for no reason at all
if i change out of my pajamas tomorrow
how i wear my hair (pigtails or two buns)
if i want to put a banana on my cereal in the morning
if i want to answer the phone (remember my post-it…did i tell you about it…it said “do i want to make/take this call”)
what kind of tea to drink
how many times i tell my husband i love him
how I remember
if i play with millie (that one is pretty easy)
which slippers i put on when i get out of bed
if i watch entourage or ugly betty or just read more harry potter when I eat my lunch tomorrow
if i snap at someone
if i fall into the hole again
if i let go
if i write
if i take a nap
if i tell the truth
asking for advice when I want it
what music to listen to
if i sing along to that music
when i go to bed…

(a small list of some of the) things i can’t (seem to) control

crying
feeling like i don’t have control
fear
the past
the need to blow my nose
the soreness of my throat
how my sinuses feel near exploding
the aching of my body
others’ expectations
letting others know when i don’t need advice
the ringing of the phone
being old for so long
the fear of the truth
the fear of actually setting the boundaries
the fear of asking for what i need
the weight of it
the weight of all of it

maybe it is just that the things on the second list are just bigger than the things on the first list. maybe that is why they feel so heavy. and yes, i know there are more things…bigger things that i can control…like my attitude in every moment and how i respond to things. yes. i believe this. and bigger things i can’t control…like world peace and violence all around us and how we are destroying our earth with our need for things. i know. i know. i know. right now, i just need some space to…just be in this space.
and yes, that was a gentle hint that i do not really need advice as much as i need a hug. (thank you)

a little time in portland, oregon

jon and i whisked ourselves away for a weekend in portland. our reason for going was to see my baby brother and spend some time with him on his birthday. he. is. 26. unbelievable.

we were also lucky enough to visit with laini and jim over pancakes saturday and then with judy over eggs and french toast on sunday.

laini and jim just make me smile. their love for one another is such fun to be around and i love listening to them talk about their work. we had a lively talk about the incredible animals laini is researching while writing and the amazing creatures jon and i are watching on planet earth. (are you watching this show? if not, you MUST. you simply must. the creatures of planet earth will rock your world.) i think jon and i could laugh and talk with these two for days on end.

and judy...dear judy. i was lucky enough to connect with her at artfest and it was such a joy to see her again so soon. after breakfast, when jon and i talked about all she teaches with her words, i started calling her “judy the wise.” she simply “gets it.” and shares what she gets and what she has learned from living her life. she reminds me to remember myself, which is quite a beautiful gift.

my soul feels rejuvenated after the weekend. even as i seem to travel between grumpy and fearful and overwhelmed and peaceful and sad and full of joy and grumpy again...connecting with these folks, and my brother and his inspiring, adorable, and kind girlfriend, and my husband...this has been a needed deep breath.

jon and i had fun exploring antique malls and bookstores and streets full of construction (okay, that last part was sometimes frustrating...there is so much construction there!). we stayed at this funky new hotel (the ace hotel) and enjoyed the whimsical, hip nature of the place and the fact that is was one, that’s right folks, one block from powells. we did not so much enjoy the techno drunk inspired noise outside our hotel until well after 2:30 a.m. both nights. i had the oddest dreams there. if we stay again, we will request a room that does not face the front of the building.

i have more to share and say…but i think i need to spend time laughing until my cheeks hurt again…that’s right. another hour to waste watching “thank god you’re here.” because, well, lately i am thinking that it just isn’t a bad thing to laugh until your cheeks hurt. nope. on a day like today, full of grief for many families connected to a school across the country, we can hope that some of the joy of that laughter manifests itself however it is needed.

and just a note to say thanks for stopping by. i know i haven’t been writing as often as i usually do or sharing the guts of stuff like i usually do (or writing about artfest like i promised or sharing photos of the prayer flags i really am making). but just know that your words and just knowing you are out there living in your lives and doing the “heavy lifting” and getting it…just knowing that makes this girl feel part of something. thank you for that.