Thursday, April 29, 2010

Ironically, this post is NOT about SEX...

My friend, Andy, has one of these Liberator furniture pieces. It is called the Esse. And, yes, it can be used for Great Sex. But, it is also PERFECTLY designed for emotional processing with a partner. Last weekend I was feeling some Deep Stuff when I was visiting Andy. He fed me a tasty sandwich and took my hand and led me to this piece of furniture and told me it was absolutely great for talking.

So we sat. And we wrapped around one another and talked, and I cried, and no one's legs fell asleep, no one's back went out and we were cradled and supported and really PRESENT with one another for the processing, rather than having to wiggle and stretch and lose track of what the other person just said onaccounta your sciatic nerve is playing terrorist with your butt.

I think that EVERY couples therapist should have one of these in the office. No, really. How cool would it be to be sitting that way with your Beloved while someone heartfully coached you to discuss your deep, intimate "stuff"?????

VERY good Condom Commercial

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!


Monday, April 26, 2010

Talking to Myself

"The truth is", I said to myself as I was driving down the highway, my eyes full of salt water, "you DON"T have to defend your feelings. To Anyone. Even You. EVER."

"Hmmmm", I said back. That let something loosen up a bit for me, from the contracted place of sticks and bones, breath and tears I had become that morning.

"You DO sometimes need to defend your ACTIONS to yourself, or others, but really, feelings are sacred ground, and they just need to BE. Own them, cradle them, tell them it is okay to BE. Then tell them to sit down and relax now, they have done a good job."

I feel what I feel. And, it comes in waves, sometimes hugely present, sometimes shimmering just under the surface, sometimes under a very heavy and itchy costume of "I'm So Much MORE Than Okay, thanks!". And no one, generally, can tell from the outside, that inside is a broken nest, a crushed bird, and some pretty feathers.

I talk to myself, a lot. And, that first sentence up there was some of the best advice I have given Me recently.

Along with, "Hey, enough of the processing, already! Let it Go!". That one saved my butt last month.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Google Search String: "Male Plug"...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Other Things More Likely...

There are a number of things MORE LIKELY than my opening that first email up there. Yeah, the one from Bank of Whitman. Here is a list of some of those things:

- suck on a mouthful of pennies
- sit on a chair laden with brussel sprouts for ten hours
- marry a man who is a limbless Shakespearean actor with herpes
- eat a bucket full of bloody lamb's eyeballs
- clothe myself in fish skin oiled with WD-40
- blow John Mellencamp
- stick capers up my nose
- memorize the entire Bible backwards
-drink Pepto Bismol with dinner
so, so, so much more...

Me thinketh that bank delivereth Trojans, and I *don't* mean the ribbed kind.

Dangling and Fallen

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Spring Morning Walk

Spring Comfort

For me, a simple bowl of white miso with shaved baby bok choy and shrimp with a little sriracha sauce Most Indubitably hits the spot.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Golly, Gee! My kids are cute!!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Introducing: Rizzelles!

I have finally landed upon the perfect recipe for gluten free pizzelles!!! Yipeee!!! Recipes for both sweet and savory have tested well! Made with brown rice flour and tapioca flour these are perfectly suited to those with gluten sensitivity.

Right now I am working on a savory pizzelle with dill, to be topped with a salmon mousse and-micro greens. Also coming up are gluten-free cannoli shells! I will keep you posted!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

No Doubt About It

I *think* it is safe to say that I can put away my snow shovel and down coat now. The epic floods have receded and little flowers are swaying in the sunny breeze today. Holly Loolie!!! (Hallelujah!!!! the way my kid used to say it when she was cute, it sorta "stuck" ).

Friday, April 9, 2010

Oooh! Anavah Ting I Kin Wern!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Mawr clicking to embiggen for ya.

Things I see today...Click on pix to Embiggen

Plastic on the side of the in litter.

Shy treats from Switzerland-with brandy infusion...mmmmmm!

Twist Ties- I bought a box at a yard sale, what? ten or more years is like the never ending bowl of Pasta...I use them All. The. Time. and there are still squillions of them. I think I bought the box for .25!

Friday, April 2, 2010

Easter and Peppers

When I was a kid my family Really DID Easter. Not in a hugely religious way, unless you count the Church of Chocolate and grassy baskets filled with prezzies. Never at a loss for space, my childhood homes loomed large, with many rooms, sliding pocket doors, Father's "den", winding and steep "servant's " staircases and many closets. Little Me and my siblings were treated to veritable scavenger hunts of many, many little nests filled with candies. Lighting sconces, china cabinets, piano innards all saw my parent's hands depositing multitudes of wispy handfuls of Easter Grass over the years. Along with those hunts came the inevitable baskets at our doors in the morning. Huge. White. Filled with really Keen Things. One year I actually got a white chocolate PISTOL. (Oh, yeah, really religious and appropriate, but oh-so-yummy. I ate it from the handle onaccounta, well, the barrel end just did not feel, I dunno..."Eastery")

One year, I think it was when I was somewhere around 13 or so, my mother put into my basket a box of Edward Weston note cards (we were one of "those" families...the ones who gave note cards AND used them).

It was that one introduction that began a life long love of photography. From there, and back TO there, I travel in my adoration of the visual image. I began to study Weston, Penn, Karsh ( I actually HAVE a Karsh portrait of my grandmother!) ,Avedon, Stieglitz, Sally Mann, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Annie Liebovitz, Ansel Adams, Immogen Cunningham...and on and on and on...and much of my personal aesthetic has been garnered from a patchwork of appreciation of these artists.

I am so very grateful to have had parents who steeped me in art and books, music and theatre. I had Picasso picture books when I was tiny, and heard classical music growing up. I was encouraged to grow my tender creative shoots, with classes and toys and supplies. My mom was a smart mom. When I was 6 or so, she came home with a huge sheet of linoleum, cut to fit under my bed, and I could slide that sucker out at any time and paint to my heart's content without messing the carpet up.

So for me, Easter means a LOT of things, but aside from all the Booty collected, and the resultant fluoride treatments at the dentist, I am most grateful right now for the Edward Weston pepper cards that showed up in my Basket that year. It has been a long and wonderful ride since that Spring.