Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Oregon in the summer is always an opportunity to discover what Mother Nature will give to us. For two days it was above 110 in our front yard. Yesterday cooled down a bit and it is strange to think 95 degrees doesn't feel so hot when compared to the record of 115 at the Eugene Airport from a few days ago! I long for a kiddie pool to submerge myself.
I never thought I would say that I miss the rain, but there it is. When we first moved here we noticed that folks would walk around with shorts and t-tops the first time the sun would break through the clouds-even if it was the middle of February! It is easier to understand now.
Inspite of the heat it is back to painting for the weekend. But first I am doing some intensive rewrites to the Native American Leadership curriculum that I am writing. Good and honorable work.
I never thought I would say that I miss the rain, but there it is. When we first moved here we noticed that folks would walk around with shorts and t-tops the first time the sun would break through the clouds-even if it was the middle of February! It is easier to understand now.
Inspite of the heat it is back to painting for the weekend. But first I am doing some intensive rewrites to the Native American Leadership curriculum that I am writing. Good and honorable work.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Native American Twins Win Gates Scholarship
Twin granddaughters of a friend of mine were awarded the Gates Scholarship. Go to this site to read the story: www.ripplenw.org
Monday, July 13, 2009
Native American Leadership
If you show up are you a leader? If you disengage are you a leader? Yes? No?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Thunder and Lightning
The clouds opened up and the rain fell down. Torrents of rain! Street was flooded and the water ran down the hill three inches deep. Then the thunder started. The air electric and thick. Came inside and took a nap so I wouldn't be afraid.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Musings On A Cloudy Morning
It rained a few hours ago and things are still damp. There is an unnatural stillness in the air and I wonder if we will have lightening strikes again today. Going into the studio is what I should do. Turn the lights up all the way, bedamn Al Gore and his environmental suggestions about saving the planet, and get to painting.
What happens when you paint? When I paint I lose myself in the moment. My feelings of the good and bad of life disappear and from those few hours that I am lost, I emerge from the studio renewed and full of hope.
What happens when you paint? When I paint I lose myself in the moment. My feelings of the good and bad of life disappear and from those few hours that I am lost, I emerge from the studio renewed and full of hope.
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