Friday, September 28, 2012

Color Hunger

"What are you truly hungry for?" I didn't know it until I saw them: blazing color into an overcast afternoon.

I'm taking an online course called ReConnect, hosted by Willo O'Brien and Mati Rose McDonough. Yesterday's conversation with Rachel W. Cole centered around exploring our truest hungers. It's not just about food!

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Daring Wilder Gift

I knew there was something going on when I saw the color repeating and repeating.

I've carved out a few hours a week to paint in our guest room. When I close the door and crank up the classical radio station I feel happy. It's a small start, but it's a start.


My first background. Channeling the turquoise vibe.


Zinnias for color inspiration and a view outdoors.


The art deco bedroom suite from my earlier life. Wedding ring quilt, baby quilts, anime posters.


A room of my own for a few hours.


I think next time I need to use a plain white paper plate for my paint palette. I'm much too suggestible.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Miyazaki Sky

I pointed out this gorgeous sky to my son this evening and said, "Isn't it pretty?" He answered, "Yeah Mom. It looks like an anime show."

Monday, September 17, 2012

Daring Greatly, Little By Little

The African horned melon has been sitting on the kitchen counter for two weeks. OK, time to dare greatly and eat this thing. It tasted like a less-sweet kiwi fruit. I think it wasn't fully ripe. I would like to try one that was picked when ripe next time: they are supposed to have a banana-like flavor if picked when fully orange and ripe. This one was green when I got it.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Rise and Fall of Alexandria

The Rise and Fall of Alexandria: Birthplace of the Modern MindThe Rise and Fall of Alexandria: Birthplace of the Modern Mind by Justin Pollard

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

An excellent introduction to an amazing time and place. Knowing only a very little bit about Alexandria before reading this book: founded by Alexander the Great and the exotic scene of Cleopatra's dramatic life, I was overwhelmed by the discoveries and innovations achieved by the citizens of this city.

From the introduction, "Alexandria was the greatest mental crucible the world has ever known, the place where ideas originating in obscure antiquity were forged into intellectual constructs that far outlasted the city itself. If the Renaissance was the 'rebirth' of learning that led to our modern world, then Alexandria was its original birthplace. Our politics may be modeled on Greek prototypes, our public architecture on Roman antecedents, but in our minds we are all the children of Alexandria."

Towards the end of the book, I was introduced to Hypatia, the 5th-century mathematician, astronomer, and philosopher whose murder marks for many the end of classical antiquity and the downfall of Alexandrian intellectual life. Much as Cleopatra's reign represented a last chance for an independent Egypt, Hypatia's Platonist school at Alexandria was the last gasp of Alexandria's remarkable melting pot of ideas where followers of the Greek philosophers, Jews and Christians studied and debated. Hypatia was brutally murdered by Coptic monks who were followers of Cyril, the Bishop of Alexandria.

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Friday, September 14, 2012

The Bad Book Affair

The Bad Book Affair (Mobile Library Mystery, #4)The Bad Book Affair by Ian Sansom

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Poor Israel Armstrong! It was bad enough being the only Jewish vegetarian in Tumdrum, a tiny village in Northern Ireland. Now he's facing his 30th birthday after recently breaking up with his long-distance girlfriend. Since I read the first book in this series, I've always been able to count on Israel's adventures as a mobile librarian to make me laugh out loud. Once again, the plot is a bit silly, but who cares? The characters are hilarious and Israel is nothing short of a frumpy treasure! (4 1/2 stars)

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Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Mind Slips Sideways

The one conjures the other. My pilot gonna make up my dying bed.

Crossing the Bar
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell;
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Jesus Is Going to Make Up Your Dying Bed
by Reverend J. C. Burnett
(AKA In My Time of Dying made famous by Bob Dylan and Led Zeppelin)

Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air
If these wings should fail me,
Lord, won't you meet me with another pair?
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Lord, in my time of dying don't want nobody to cry
All I want you to do is take me when I die
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

"The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing, thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness." Psalm 41:3