trusts, absolutes and greys

When does a person succumb and start to trust?
Is trust something that's a given?
Innocent until proven guilty?
Or, is trust something earned?

I think one begins to trust others when they truly begin to trust themselves.
Or, when life hands them a situation that is so clear, so bold, so obvious,
that there's nothing else to do than to come to a conclusion.

We might not know the source of the message or its meaning, but we know.

There ARE times in life when we know.
There are times when there's nothing else to do than to believe:
It is at those moments (call them epiphanies, if you will) that
one knows a piece of art is right, that a situation is right (or wrong), that one can no longer doubt.

Don't you think?


Angelou wisdom: Living Well is an Art

(a friend forwarded me the following piece from Angelou.
many who know me, will find this blog addresses many of the same issues...albeit not as eloquently.
so, i thought i'd share the real STUFF below...{this painting, entitled "favorite things," is a couple years old, from one of my first classes. the selection was made for this post because angelou addresses some of my favorite things and because sometimes it's good to return to earlier work.})

"...LIVING WELL IS AN ART which can be developed. Of course, you will
needthe basic talents to build upon: They are a love of life and ability to
take great pleasure from small offerings, an assurance that the world owes
you nothing and that every gift is exactly that, a gift. That people who
may differ from you in political stance, sexual persuasion, and racial
inheritance can be founts of fun, and if you are lucky, they can become
even convivial comrades.

BECAUSE OF THE ROUTINES we follow, we often forget that life is an
ongoing adventure. We leave our homes for work, acting and even believing that
we will reach our destinations with no unusual event startling us out of
our set expectations. The truth is we know nothing, not where our cars will
fail or when our buses will stall, whether our places of employment will be
there when we arrive, or whether, in fact, we ourselves will arrive whole and
alive at the end of our journeys. Life is pure adventure and the sooner
we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art: to
bring all our energies to each encounter, to remain flexible enough to notice and
admit when what we expected to happen did not happen. We need to
remember that we are created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently
as they are needed."

Maya Angelou, from "Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now"


sneaky happiness

just when you think you can't have great days anymore,
one that is idyllic kinda sneaks up on you.
there are days, that just seem to go so smoothly and make you quite happy, that you wonder why we'd go through life otherwise.

i've been lucky to have a string of those days.
i think it comes with knowing some really great people and having their company fill the spaces between the muscles in your heart. i'm enriched by wonderful sights, experiences and new friends. it's always a surprise to me, how making time to be with others returns tenfold in the process of discovery.

like a good meal, or a starfilled sky, i think the best kind of happiness is the kind that sneaks up on you, and shakes your senses alive.


happy Independence day!

in celebration of our independence (personal or otherwise), happy July 4!

the photo to the left is a sculpture of my friend john cooper; he's a wonderful artist and great friend.
this piece was being shown at the marin fair 2006.
to the right of the sculpture, is a work created by cornelia nevitt who won "artist of the year!"
could not have happened to a nice person.

we had a great day at the fair with erick, marty, katrina, aaron, jay and eduardo.
this was erick's first juried show ever, and he sold a sculpture! does a friend proud.