Mini Masterpieces Upcycled Sweater Christmas Ornaments


My husband and I participate in a local art club, Art Jam, at the Rhythmix Cultural Works. Every month or two The K Gallery (where incidentally we held our very small wedding two and a half years ago) has  an new exhibit.  This coming month the exhibit is called “Mini Masterpieces.”  It’s an opportunity for Art Jam folks to display their small works of art for people to shop for Christmas and holiday presents.  FH put in various small paintings, and I put in my upcycled sweater ornaments.

IMG_3022 2It’s nerve-wracking for me to try to sell my stuff, I always get a little weird about it.  I am a private person and am pushing myself to display my arts and crafts, and to blog here about my life and loves.  It’s a practice for me to “be in the world,” as I spent much of my life daydreaming and worrying.  Being in my body and here, now, doing whatever it is I’m doing takes breathing and remembering to rest in each moment.  On the plus side, I have to say, it’s also fun and exciting to be out in this world participating and connecting.

The opening of the show is Friday November 14th.  The K Gallery is always open the evening of the 2nd Friday of the month, as are many other galleries in Alameda and Jingletown (the part of Oakland very close to Alameda).  If you are local, stop on by!

Home: a meditation

For my photography 101 Class I’ve been asked about home.

For me, home is remembering to be centered in myself and breathe.  I’m always home if I remember to be here, inside, aware of my breathing, just being.  Experiencing my senses and being aware.

Walking the dog is a little like meditation.  Except you stop and pick up poop in a little bag. Here are a couple of  photo collages from yesterday morning’s dog walk.
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It was a beautiful, crisp fall day, and I wanted to record the feeling of awareness and really looking at my surroundings–my everyday surroundings on my street, and around my block.

Too bad for little Pupper though, since he didn’t get to decide when to walk and when to stop, which he likes.  He thinks he’s in charge.  But really, he’s not in charge; I’m not in charge.  We just are there together, walking.  Me looking, and him sniffing.

Crisp fall air. Breathe.  See. Smell.  This is home.  This is my street, my block, my neighborhood.