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dreaming big

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The house we bought spontaneously at an auction in the fall of 2012 has an apartment upstairs: one bedroom, a full bath, living room, kitchen, and bonus room, with its own entrance.  I have decided to go for my dream and turn this apartment into a shop!  Not an open-every-day shop, but what I hope will become an open-once-a-month-event-to-look-forward-to kind of shop.  It will be filled with an eclectic mix of items: re-imagined vintage finds, decorative accessories, prints and paintings, handmade accessories, and (time permitting) my altered clothing.  I am overflowing with ideas.  I go from being super excited one minute to overwhelmed  the next.  But every cell in my body is screaming "do it!!  you've got to do it!!"  So I'm doing it! My plan is to have my first sale in either October or November.  I know that sounds like a long time away, but in order to fill the space, I will need the next few months to get stuff made...while simultaneously working my full time…

oh, Mary

The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.


Mary Oliver



my my my

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I know I've got to be in the top 5 of all time worst bloggers.  I see there's still some readers popping in from time to time - thank you!  So much happens every week that I would like to share and I have so many ideas for posts but alas, they never seem to make it here.  Here is just a quick rundown of what's happened thus far in 2011, and the very end of 2010.  I love being able to look back at old posts and be reminded of things...I guess that's the main reason I keep doing this, that and the fact that I love the idea of connecting with others out in cyberspace.


*went to New Orleans over Christmas and visitied a couple of cool cemeteries.  Pics can be viewed on my facebook art page: http://www.facebook.com/theartofchandraT . And I would love it if you would **like** me!
*my sister stayed with me over new year's and we had a party.  Hung out with precious friends, sang Taylor Swift songs and loved every minute of it.
*on New Year's Day me and my best friend we…

just for me

I came upon this Mary Oliver poem online and it soothed my soul.  I wanted to keep it someplace where I could find it easily, quickly.  And if it soothes someone else's soul, all the better.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

and then it was over

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October, you were a whirlwind; blowing in, spinning me ‘round a few times, and leaving so much behind.You stirred up so much emotion in me: From joy that caused me to get up and dance, to sorrow that had me lying on the floor sobbing.You were such a mirror for me.
You made me want to get back in touch with my therapist, that’s for sure.THE PAST was definitely your theme.  So many situations in recent weeks have made me ask, “Why now?”The answer I’ve settled on is “It was time”.
I’ve said it before, so forgive me if I bore you by saying it again, but I believe the Universe gives us exactlywhat we need exactly when we need it.Maybe I am just now at a point where I can recognize the events of the past few weeks for what they are--opportunities to further my growth and understanding of myself.If things had happened at any other time, would I have been ready to learn, or even see these events how I am seeing them now?I don’t believe so.
Also, there’s the little matter of my art.The 11 canvase…

reaching out & looking in

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It's one of my favorite kinds of days.  home alone, free to wander, putter around, be lazy, blast linkin park as loud as my speakers can go.  To work on my art, take frequent breaks to snack, to cry, to scream, to ponder life. 


This is my favorite place to escape to, right in my own backyard.  October is my favorite month and though I am frantically working to prepare for the show I've vowed to slow down from time to time to enjoy this amazing time of year.  I took out a snack, and coffee in my favorite mug, and spent time with nature, the universe, myself.



I thought about this week, and how so very much can happen in such a short time.  I reached out to a very dear soul earlier this week and asked for her help in getting ready for the show.  It's not easy for me to ask for help, so doing so was scary.  But she was so generous and heartfelt in her reply, of course she would help and be so very happy to do so.  That meant the world to me.  Then later in the week two other …

Dear Deb;

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I wish I could talk with you and hear all the stories of your latest adventure. Gawd, how I miss you! It’s been a tough week and I have wished a thousand times that I could come running to you and hear your words of wisdom and let you tell me that everything will be ok. You were so very strong, right up to the end, and I am healthy and fine and not half as strong as you were. I guess you heard what I said at your memorial, and it was so true.

Speaking of the memorial--excuse me, celebration--were you happy with it? I know you wont be surprised to hear how nervous I was about it, but it could not have turned out better. Cyana did a wonderful job as the MC. And everyone there spoke, and it was such a special time of sharing our stories about you. And I know you loved the butterflies! Though I was the one who handed them out for the release, it was Nancy’s idea to get them. It was perfection. I ended up bonding with one of Dan’s coworkers because we admired each other’s hair!

Speaking …