Day Three Hundred Four: The Tribe

In the midst of Halloween, I am costumeless... no mask to cover my face, no place to hide. 

Sunday, October 31: Sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Three: Oh Shit

yeah, I need a new idea.

Saturday, October 30: Sharpie on paper

Day Three Hundred Two: So, Synchronicity...

I am seeing it all around me. Stuff that tells me stuff.


I am thinking about something and the next thing I see has an answer, if I look. Strange stuff, like the next person you talk to has the same name as someone you where worried about and has something to say that answers your dilemma as you wonder about the perfection of the timing.


I see it and it makes me laugh. Ah Ha, you caught me. I get it, so easy. Signposts in neon when I begin to look for them. Come this way, say this thing, love this person, ride this direction. Hang on honey, the ride is going to be a thriller.

Friday, October 29: sharpie and tempera on paper.

Day Three Hundred One: Voices in the Mayhem

I had the strangest coincidence today. I was going to send a message to a friend. He had failed to send me birthday wishes and I was going to joke with him about it. However, even as I contemplated it, I was leaning toward a message that might seem to me to be a bit snotty. And just as I was in that reverie, at work, a call came in that requested that we place them on the Do Not Call list. To do that for them, I inquired their name. I had to ponder the odds when it happened to be the same name as my friend... do not call. 


Small sign for sure, but I heeded it. No need to add a negative edge to any relationship. Thank you universe. 

Thursday, October 28: Sharpie and Tempera on Paper, 11x15

Day Three Hundred: Holy Crap... 300

I am resilient and I persevere. At least with things that interest me. I am not so good at others. Actually, I might be downright apathetic to things that I am not focused on, interested in, or creating with. For now, art, biking, writing and talking seem to hold my interest. Talk to me, I love it when you call and tell me everything. 


For now, tangled webs seem to need to be spun, and undone. 

Wednesday, October 27: Sharpie on paper 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety Nine: Its My Birthday

And I am alone. by choice. Comtemplation needs solitude.

Tuesday, October 26: Sharpie on Paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety Eight: Oh Crap

Today is one of those days that I will not miss when I am no longer under my own tyrannical rules about posting something daily. One of those days where I have to question my dedication, my conception of art. What the fuck is this piece anyway. 
On the other hand, I never know when something I have thought nothing recurs in another form, grander, its fleeting birth under the guise of the mundane.
So I will appreciate the action if not the form. I will quiet my mind.

Monday: October 25: Sharpie on paper. 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety Seven: I got to babysit

Babysitting might not sound like something so grand except that no one has ever asked me to babysit since I was a kid and had two younger brothers under my wing at all times. 
I was the adult today with my two great nephews: Dante 11 and Brandon 6 months. It was a good couple hours and we had fun. Thank goodness Dante is so good at this brother baby thing. He changed a diaper, made a bottle and arranged pillows for his little brother. I was just there watching and on stand by in case a fire spontaneously flared... or something. 
I enjoyed it. I really did.
When little kids smile at me, it makes me feel sort of normal.

Sunday, October 24: Sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety Six: Transformers? Really? NO!

My knowledge of pop culture failed me today. Or perhaps it was damn Google provides answers so fast that my  own better story was dashed when the truth of something provocative. 
On the back of the car in front of me: "To  Punish and Enslave"
Who puts that on their car? Why? Perhaps it is sexual... woooo.


No. Google tells me it is from the Transformers movie. Damn. My imagination was just beginning fun dance with the possibilities. And Google blew it. Damn.


For today, my focus reshaped my vision:

Saturday, October 23: Sharpie, tempera paint on canvas panel, 16x20

Day Two Hundred Ninety Five: Be Prepared

Excitement can be found everywhere, my mundane is not helping me. I need to get out there where I can be struck by something new and weird. For instance, today, oddly, I found comfort and insight from Dominos.

Friday, October 22: photo in the mist

Day Two Hundred Ninety Four: Hearts are Thumping

Every day is an opportunity to learn forbearance. And happiness is the way. I pull out my happy thoughts whenever patience, forbearance or tolerance seems to be needed. Then I go to myself to find what in me is causing the need. What judgement am I holding that is causing the stress. I do not necessarily need to change the situation, merely my perception. 
Yes, every day brings an opportunity to learn.

Thursday, October 21: Sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety Three: Bark and Howl

Listen to your words. I tell myself that all the time. What are you saying versus what you really want and really mean. Spiteful utterances only bring more spite. So I tell myself all the time. Getting the noise out of my mouth is helping me to get the noise out of my head.

Just like moms always say: If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all. 


So, I just make something with my hands, use my happy imagination and give my ego a rest. Leggo my ego!

Wednesday, October 20: Sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety Two: Time For Change

Not that the present is not perfection in itself, it is what it is. But change happens and it is welcome.

Tuesday, October 19: Sharpie on Paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Ninety One: Thoughts Creating Now.

Things are bubbling up. I have a feeling that the white cars are leading me to somewhere I want to be. I am paying attention and doing what I can.
I write, I ride, I roll, I rock.

Monday, October 18: Sharpie on Paper

Day Two Hundred Ninety: Contrast

I am nearly asleep. I think I will continue down that path. Sleep. Sleep.

Sunday, October 17: Sharpie on paper, 11x15

Day Two Hundred Eighty Nine: The Piper

I expected more. 


I enjoyed the day, but I expected more people. But those in attendance represent such a diverse group. All eager for approval, laughs, accolades. But all looking for connection. My little foursome, my driving companions, all single, all bright, but all like me searching. Very sweet, very genuine, a little bit kooky and truthfully, I would know none of them where it not for TMI. 


On an even brighter side, it was a gorgeous day. I got to walk in a historic neighborhood. The mighty Columbia river was as mighty as ever. I could not have asked for better walk from where I left from. From the conference site to the bike/hike trail was a few blocks. I did not know it was there, I was outside and was drawn that direction. I just walked and there was the river, the path and some sunshine.  I missed my bike.


And finally I am home. Sigh. And the piper nears.

Saturday, October 16: Sharpie on Paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Eighty Eight: White Cars

Mind bending perfection. And a sense of humor. That is what I saw today. White cars.

Thank you.

Friday, October 15: sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Eighty Seven: I Believe

Some days out in the world, I can feel it more than others. By it, I mean IT. The connection thing. The oneness, the love connection, the within that keeps you from going without. I know it is always there, but some times I feel more tuned in. My channel is coming in clear. Today was a particularly nice day.


I mean Nice. And from there, all things flow. Welcome to my dream.

Thursday, October 14: Sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Two Hundred Eighty Six: The Universe has a sense of humor.

This morning I had a little coffee and gossip session with my niece, the usual. I was telling her about the cute, tall boy I had met at the party. How particularly striking he was and his effect on the women in the room. The glancing encounter we had. As I was getting rather animated with my description of my favored archetype, something odd happened. The music player on my phone began to play a song.


Now, I do not know how it happened to come on, it was sitting on the coffee table. And I don't know how it made its selection of music to play because I had not played that particular artist for perhaps a year and not at all on my new phone. But there in the midst of my ephemeral longing for tall, strong and sexy, the deep, throaty voice sings: "I'm Your Man". That is one of the sexiest songs I know (thank you Leonard Cohen) and kind of makes me weak in the knees.


I paused it, though I was curious still. I had to go. I finished up the coffee, said good bye and headed out to go biking where I turned it back on. Turns out there was a really strange threesome of random tracks lined up to speak to me. 


The incredible voice of Leonard reminding me that some tall, strong and sexy could be really, really fine. 


I'm Your Man! Leonard Cohen



Next in my awakening today, came a song by my good friend Matthew Winters: "Vast and Charming". It is a song I love and ask often if he will play it for me and he seldom does, claiming that it is too old and he barely remembers. It begins with "I go out to find my myself, I wander through the vast and charming world, meandering a life without a purpose..." and ending with a line in it that screamed to me again: "I went out to find myself and I was in your vast and charming eyes". Oh shit! I heard dancing in my thoughts as randoms on my phone played on.


Then, I nearly fell over when the third and what turned out to be final selection played for me. (Mind, I have no idea how random works on the droid music player) It was a spoken piece by Dr Wayne Dyer: "The Seventy Second Verse of the Tao Te Ching". That verse advises me to remain in awe, and total acceptance, preferring what is within to what is without. It tells me to avoid self limits, accept my body as a perfect creation and allow my life to unfold in accordance with its own nature. 


Heavy stuff. Fun and sexy is my nature and I am a perfect creation... Enjoy? Unfold? I'm your man!


Sure, coincidence, my own interpretation, random... I don't really care, it seemed divine to me. I am rolling with it. If the universe wants to bowl me over, I am listening. Then silence returned. I rode and rode, humming a happy tune.


So, I am in awe:

Wednesday, October 13: Sharpie on paper, 9x12




P.S. I know he will appear in his own good time. I prepare now though. Who knows from what direction we might intersect. I am thankful I was reminded to be open. It could happen at any Now. So much else is happening, why not.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Five: I am Strong! I am Invincible.

This drawing looks like my pillow is getting ready to get laid. 
My real pillow is just smashed in a ball under my head. And I am ready to sleep. Lots of things to manifest tomorrow. 

Tuesday, October 12: sharpie on paper, 9x12