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Beasts of Love

Perspective oh-five-thirty beasts of love escape my home chasing dreams marking time steamed water transforms pulverized power beans in one machine, while I feed another machine our dirty socks listening to Rock, my big big baby hundred and thirty pounds, almost eight years old the Train, my loudest, strongest and most adoring pup constant companion at my feet Waffle and Maple round out the canine trio. Waff’s tiny paws tippy tap on tile. Waffle,as a word both noun…

FairyTales of Spring Clean Your Studios Year3–take 2

My spring clean story is funny. like a fairytale, epic, funny and sad, and then happy.     Once upon a time. from my talk on sewing organization, aka manage your mess E for Ergonomics, which is all about you. So your space is for you. My space is for me. My home studio is not open to public, in fact my public mailing address is a UPS store. So this is a whole new world–but I still have…

clash, class and sea glass

Terrified I was terrified to go back to my high school reunion last summer. Ok, it was a little exciting to see friends on Facebook. Their kids looked a lot like my friends, it was kinda cool. I didn’t keep up with high school friends. I’m just living my life. I asked Mom if she would go with me. She replied, you aren’t supposed to bring your mom to a reunion. She did teach at my school, my friends…

LIU – look it up

Look it up Three wise words. Listening to my own advice! Starting to ask a question on Facebook, and caught myself–instead I googled the term I didn’t understand. Voila, I learned something new.  So I jumped back to FB and shared the link I found. We have a wealth of information right at our fingertips, but us humans tend to rely on the people we know. Maybe it’s because finding real info on the internet is like finding a needle in a pile of…

soundtrack of my life

As I click publish, my stove top timer sings to me says it’s time to close up that computational device–time to reboot the mind, body and spirit. Yes indeed, you call it sleep, I call it low tech rejuvenation! Slowly simmering in the crockpot is the world’s most flammable chili con carne. A soft snore from one of my sweet giant beasts. This is the soundtrack of my life. I’m joyful. I’m humbled and honored. I’m blessed!     Make it Work Make Your Mark Make…

what if

sunshine connect regroup mend share ask hope dare care love   These are my words as I write them, but as you read them, you have a choice. What will you do with a gift of opportunity? are these just words? are they more? are they less? what are you thinking? what will you do? what conversations shall we ignite?   My prayers for our world–yes I said prayers. Yes, prayers, renew, strengthen and empower–there is such power…

Eleven Eleven HBCB

Numbers count!  Well, actually humans count numbers. I love Math.  I honestly think anyone who calls it Math should love it, or at least like it.  If not why are you on a first name basis with Mathematics? The rise of the machines. I mean growing love that humans have for sci-fi, science fiction, myth etc.– brings an interesting question to my mind.  Who are we, who am I?  Thinking StarTrek TOS (the original series). I ASK, Who Am I? Kirk (spark…

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