I've been looking for a choir to join, and in googling, found something called 'Threshold Choir'. It's a women's choir, and they sing for people who are dying, and for people who are troubled in life. So I emailed the woman in charge. I'm waiting for her reply.
I was all emotional after looking at photographs and testimonials from these women, singing for people about to die. Thinking about the fact that I might soon be one of these women singing for these people.
I clipped Mike's ipod into the waistband of my shorts, pressed the plugs into my ears, and stepped out into the sun. Just as Stevie Wonder began to sing Ava Maria, Mike came up to me, turned me around so my back was against his chest, and gave me the longest, most beautiful hug.
About Me
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- Marian (Jolene)
- I'm an artist, recently moved from B.C. Canada to Sonoma County, California. My art revolves mainly around photography/modeling, sculpting, writing, drawing, and making weird, witchy dolls
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL
I just had the most unexpected gorgeously bizarre lump in my throat experience....
It's Sunday morning. Mike is still asleep in the loft, nursing his inner ear infection. I love him and want him to get better, so in the interest of keeping his world quiet, I've gone out into the beautiful sunny California morning that is our back yard. I have Mike's Ipod clipped to my bikini, the volume on high the way I like it. Nobody can hear but me ... or so I thought....
I had a book, and a cup of tea. I walked down the narrow rock path to the shed we built this past spring. I entered the dapple-shaded roof overhang where my fuschia's are flourishing, and set my book on the table ... I felt a presence nearby. I looked over to our little woodsy area bordering the creek, and saw, just five feet away on our weathered picnic table, the biggest, most healthy fantastically gorgeous squirrel I've ever seen in my life.
It froze. I froze. I crept gingerly to the bench and sat carefully down, hoping against hope that this beautiful creature would not run away.
The Ipod obliged me in the most beautific way ... Johnny Cash began to sing 'Amazing Grace'.
I can't tell you how gorgeous was this experience ... This sweeping song sending its beauty into my head while I watched the lovely squirrel frozen into it's position watching me wondering if I was friend or foe wondering if it should flee or no and I sat there frozen watching him as Johnny Cash sang 'Amazing Grace'.
The squirrel is silver/grey, with white underparts. His tail is magnificent - grey with specks of black, and fluffy like you wouldn't believe.
Then the Ipod began to play the soundtrack from the movie 'Amelie'. Beautiful music ... but immediately the squirrel reared up on his hind legs! I remembered that animals hear things that humans do not. I understood that my beautiful new friend could, in fact, hear the Ipod music. And he didn't like the accordions in this Amelie soundtrack.
Standing up like that, on hind legs with his little forepaws poised against his chest, he looked for all the world like a little kangaroo.
I relaxed my breathing, trying to portray that I was not an enemy, but the squirrel wasn't having any of it.
Suddenly he bounded up the fir tree, rushed out across an overhanging branch and with his little hands, began to tap a message of warning to any other animals who knew his language. He pounded against that branch so briskly the branch shuddered. Meanwhile I sat there underneath, staring up at him, exulting in the experience of meeting him.
It's Sunday morning. Mike is still asleep in the loft, nursing his inner ear infection. I love him and want him to get better, so in the interest of keeping his world quiet, I've gone out into the beautiful sunny California morning that is our back yard. I have Mike's Ipod clipped to my bikini, the volume on high the way I like it. Nobody can hear but me ... or so I thought....
I had a book, and a cup of tea. I walked down the narrow rock path to the shed we built this past spring. I entered the dapple-shaded roof overhang where my fuschia's are flourishing, and set my book on the table ... I felt a presence nearby. I looked over to our little woodsy area bordering the creek, and saw, just five feet away on our weathered picnic table, the biggest, most healthy fantastically gorgeous squirrel I've ever seen in my life.
It froze. I froze. I crept gingerly to the bench and sat carefully down, hoping against hope that this beautiful creature would not run away.
The Ipod obliged me in the most beautific way ... Johnny Cash began to sing 'Amazing Grace'.
I can't tell you how gorgeous was this experience ... This sweeping song sending its beauty into my head while I watched the lovely squirrel frozen into it's position watching me wondering if I was friend or foe wondering if it should flee or no and I sat there frozen watching him as Johnny Cash sang 'Amazing Grace'.
The squirrel is silver/grey, with white underparts. His tail is magnificent - grey with specks of black, and fluffy like you wouldn't believe.
Then the Ipod began to play the soundtrack from the movie 'Amelie'. Beautiful music ... but immediately the squirrel reared up on his hind legs! I remembered that animals hear things that humans do not. I understood that my beautiful new friend could, in fact, hear the Ipod music. And he didn't like the accordions in this Amelie soundtrack.
Standing up like that, on hind legs with his little forepaws poised against his chest, he looked for all the world like a little kangaroo.
I relaxed my breathing, trying to portray that I was not an enemy, but the squirrel wasn't having any of it.
Suddenly he bounded up the fir tree, rushed out across an overhanging branch and with his little hands, began to tap a message of warning to any other animals who knew his language. He pounded against that branch so briskly the branch shuddered. Meanwhile I sat there underneath, staring up at him, exulting in the experience of meeting him.
Friday, August 8, 2008
F*CKIN' GREAT LIFE
... Ahem ... allow me to brag ....
... MY LIFE IS F*CKING PERFECT !!!!! (Here's why....)
*After a lifetime in rainy, cold B.C. Canada, I now live in Friggen Sonoma County.
*I can go bike riding along the edges of grape fields that look like I'm in f*cking France, whenever I want.
*I ride as passenger in the car, past beautiful California hills with cows and horses, with my sunglasses on, and my arm resting on my open window.
*I wake up every morning in the loft that Mike built, underneath white feather blankets, listening to Jr. (our retarded bluebird son), and all the other birds, screaming in our apple tree.
*I have endless artist supplies that will last me a lifetime.
*The tomatoes I planted in the garden are flourishing, and we get to eat them every day whenever we want.
*Artichokes ... need I say more ... ?
*I have a great youngest sister.
*Mike Loves me, and tells me daily that I'm beautiful, and that he's proud to be seen with me, and that he watches me when I'm not looking, even as I'm waking up in the morning, and then he describes the way he see's me (in such a gorgeous way).
*Mike tells me to stop wearing my contacts so often, and that I'm beautiful in my glasses.
*When we've ended the night in the loft, watching a movie, and I've fallen asleep in Mike's arms, he removes my glasses and rolls me over his body, grabbing my pillow in time so that he can thrust it under my head as I land on my side of the bed. And sometimes the blankets get stuck under my body and so he can't roll me off him, and we laugh our heads off.
*I'm in love, and I'm well loved.
*We have a SMOKIN'! sex life.
I could add so much more, but I think this is enough.
I know it sounds like I was bragging here, and I guess I was, but what I wanted to say to everyone (and those of you who read my first "my thoughts" blog will especially relate to what I'm stressing here) ... we only have one life to live. Make a good one.
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