May 2006 Archives

dreamin' or schemin'


Time clicks forward as do the continuing plans and events in the anderson house. Today had Daniel picking up cap and gown for the upcoming milestone on the fifth. As this transition begins to take hold in my bones the emotional manifestation is presenting itself in the form of myopia. (O.K. I haven't missed a single episode of HOUSE, can you tell?) Hey, when things change you focus on new things, right? This particular form of myopia isn't new for me. I get focused on a particular idea and it begins to take over most of my thoughts. Some may call it daydreaming, but many of my "daydreams" take on tangible form if given time and nurture and this one is picking up steam. So while our only son prepares for college, I am planning the next big thing. Hopefully when those moments of maternal loss/closure hit me I can channel energies toward this new obsession.

Our friend Presley has found some land that suits our purposes. During our trip down south as he ushered us around the island showing us the northern parts we encountered an unassuming somewhat carefree elderly gentlemen riding down the road on a rickety old bike. Presley stopped the car and flagged him down. Calling the man "Jonesy" he had a quick dialogue in thick Bahamian accent regarding property this man owned. I wanted in the worst way to take this man's picture because he had the kind of face that told a million stories. But I refrained for fear of offending him. I caught bits and pieces of the conversation enough to know that Jonesy didn't know how much his property was priced at and to talk to"Dilly" who would know. He got back on his bike and rode away.


Fast forward three weeks to last night. On the phone with Presley who speaks a mile a minute, we find out that the property that our hopes are pinned on indeed belongs to Jonesy. He holds it in hopes to sell to someone who actually wants to develop something and bring more jobs and industry to the island (instead of investors who are scooping up every last parcel to hold it for years and years to ultimately retire on the resale profits). That unassuming little gentlemen on the bike has hopes in the legacy of his land.


So our friend Presley (who in my mind has sprouted angels wings) has been doing everything he can to secure a tiny portion of Jonesy's estate for our future artist retreat. We have yet to see photos of the property because even though he has enlisted every family member he knows to show him how to send a photo over email, nothing has worked (alas the island is crying for tech support).

Sharing this tidbit with my mother proved fruitful when she pointed out that "well just do that satelite thing on your computer" (meaning google earth) which I don't know why we didn't think of that, but thanks to mom I have a better idea of where our potential retreat may be. A zillion hoops to jump through because of the unconventional nature of this transaction are soon to follow. One of which is of course another trip down there to set our feet on the actual sand, feel the air, see the direction of the sun, etc. But for now here is what we know via googleearth.

Red dot = future Artist's Retreat, or as Daniel calls it "The Artist Monastery". Many discussions around the dinner table have involved the spiritual nature of this retreat. I am not sure what god is unveiling in this, but like so much of our ministry involvement over the years rarely is the whole picture revealed to us all at once. There is mercy in the incremental stages because frankly, if I was shown the entire process and conclusion now I would probably not be able to handle it. But I am sure of the first steps. The rest will unfold as it should.


So much up in the air that it makes me hold my breath without realizing it. The biggest thing being the hope that by some miracle no one buys it before we can get down there.

light a candle. say a prayer.

artist date-friday new sketch


I actually tried to get back on track today. My attempt was met with internal resistance. When uncared for the creative process can feel like pulling teeth. I guess it is because I have been focused in other modes. When there is too much to do then something has got to give. So today I did as much domestic and business task as I could stand to keep myself from feeling guilty(or falling behind). A great deal of mental energy has been going towards Daniel's last days of high school, college forms and fees(something in the mail every other day) visiting relatives(more to come for grad next week), Mondo Beyondo developments that are tweaking my patience meter (or tempering it!), not to mention the typical domestic chores and keeping the planet in orbit.

In other time to paint.

But this morning I managed a very short session of yoga (even with that pesky vertigo) which felt great just for the sheer ordering that it seems to do to my brain. Then I was able to approach a small canvas and start a new work. I can't escape the moment though as what I sketched seems to visually express exactly how I feel right now. It is not celebratory like some of the others, but more contemplative and introspective.

Go figure.

prom 2005 update

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So a good time was had by all, and young son was a hit with the kilt. Although highlights as reported by Daniel were less about dancing and more about deep discussions with good friends about life and all things spiritual.

No surprise there.

pushing the envelope


Prom 2006 was just another opportunity to challenge the establishment. This year's choice of garb definitely rivaled last years mandarin silk look. Going with the kilt was (I think) pretty gutsy. It is all in a normal day for Daniel who just happened to like the look of this "workman's kilt" complete with loops to hold a hammer. The pendant was something we found in Ireland. This year my intrepid son also chose to go dateless which is probably just as well, the poor girl would have been too confused.

I am posting this the morning after while son still sleeps, and this mom can't wait to hear how the evening went.


may your garden grow sunflowers

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I have very little momentum today. Lots of work to do and I just want to crawl back into bed. Sometimes I think this comes from the normal rhythms of life and sometimes I think it (that feeling) comes from the fall, or at least what mankind made of the world after the fall. Sometimes even the simple tasks of living are like pushing boulders uphill. There is no escape because if you let go the boulder might crush you. But this morning I was reminded that it is often in isolation that those feelings plague most. Even as an introvert I can say that. Reading bobbie's blog reminded me that burdens shared are not as heavy. Even if the sharing is in the form of a single word. The bind that comes from similar experiences can be an encouragement. The wisperings of sisterhood can bolster the soul. Sisters may your garden grow sunflowers.


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