This is the full picture that I am using up on my header. For some reason, now, Blogger makes my pictures huge and cuts off about half of the picture when I use it for my header. It's so frustrating. Everything was just fine before. I was happy with my layout, I didn't need to update anything but Blogger seems to feel they have improved things. grrrrrrr
Anyway, this one is for D who told me that it looks like a painting already.
I love the contrasts. I was just driving into the rolling fog bank when I stopped to take this picture. Maybe this winter I will do a watercolor of it.
I think this morning, Ms Hayden and I will spend some time up in the studio. It's gorgeous outside, sunny and probably in the low 70s. I'll throw open the windows and let the studio air out and put her to work on her birdhouse. Then I'll do some major cleanup for the ladies coming tomorrow afternoon.
The plums are getting darker and ready for picking this weekend. I think when Justin and family are down, to pick up Hayden, I'll put him to work, on the big ladder, picking plums.
Last year, overwhelmed with plums I made jars and jars of Plum Chutney. According to D, who snagged some when she was visiting, it's great on steamed rice.
Well, the cupboard is still filled with those jars so I better come up with a Plan B for what to do with these plums. I know, I could just let them fall, for the animals.............nope, can't do that. I can share with them but the residue of "depression era thinking" that I grew up with can't let me just ignore that bounty.
One year I spent a lot of time "looking" at beliefs that I held. I kept a journal and jotted down what I did and then looked back at it and asked myself why? Why did you do that? Why do you think that? Where did that come from? It wasn't wasted effort. A lot of my behavior and thought patterns were a result of how I grew up, what I believed about myself, what other people told me, etc.
Some of it was good, some interesting, some just plain silly at my age and so on. The whole exercise reminded me of my old minister's wife talking about her sugar bowl that sat on her family's table. It had just one handle. When she visited a friend's house she asked what was in the pretty little bowl on the table and her friend looked at her and said, "It's a sugar bowl, silly."
"But, it has two handles."
We've all heard the one where the woman always cuts off the end of a roast until somebody asks her why. She said it was because her mother always did that. She continued doing it because it was ingrained in her thinking not because she didn't have a big enough pan for the roast.
From our behaviors to our thought process we are products of our upbringing, our environment, influences in our lives. And, then one day, for some of us, we hit a brick wall. Suddenly, what we believed, did, thought about, acted out, no longer works for us. It serves no purpose and puts us in a state of frustration or confusion. It's time to get out the pen and paper and start jotting down what's going through your head.
I can't remember the name of the adult education class I took but one of the exercises we did was to jot down every and I mean EVERY thought that crossed our mind when we were experiencing an emotion that we were aware of.
I remember coming home from the class and seeing my husband and oldest son, then 4 year's old, crouching next to some old railroad ties. As I got closer I saw that they were putting tar on the joints and that my son was wearing his GOOD CLOTHES.
It took all my internal strength to keep my mouth closed, smile and rush in the house and start jotting down my thoughts.
Later I took a look at them.
They weren't pretty. They also weren't all correct.
Letting go of old responses to things, old habits, old beliefs is difficult and first you have to be aware of them. Sometimes these things hold us back from being creative. Sometimes they even influence what we create or how we view other types of creative medium.
For some of us it's part of our growth process to STOP and take a moment to look at how our mind is working. What our brain is saying to us. And, then make a CONSCIOUS decision whether it works for us anymore. Is it keeping us in one place? Is it protecting us when we don't need that protection anymore? Is there a healthier belief for us now?
:)Bea Who used to think that trash was just that, trash and now believes that you can create art from it.