The time between breaths

We are allotted only so many breaths. The countdown starts the second you take your first and finishes when you breathe your last.  A set time. We count the years, but really you don’t get complete years. You only get that next breath. That is it. Then the test is done, and you have to face your maker.

As this is a sobering thought I thought it appropriate for Good Friday, the day on which Christ breathed His last for us. Think on these things today as the world goes on and most people don’t ever think about anything but having fun and being comfortable and amusing themselves.  Till they breath their last.


I hate running. I hate running. I hate even the thought of it. I want someone to come to my house at 6am and pick me up and make me go out there. I want to learn to not hate running. I want it to be my friend. I want someone to come over and say, “okay, lets go” and drag me out of bed because I don’t want to get up.

Tell me why you love running, all you runners. Why do you love pounding the streets in the freezing cold?

This entry has nothing to do with art and everything to do with art as unfortunately your body is connected to you mind; and to make your mind work best, you have to (ug) exercise. You have to, even if you hate it.

We don’t always get to do what we love. Sometimes we have to do what we hate. I will tell you how it goes.

Running.  Ick, oh ick. oh ick.

Ballet Dancers

When I was a young girl, I took ballet lessons. This is a normal rite of passage for most girls at one point in their lives. They love the glamor of the tutus and all the pink silk.

Ballet is about as far from glamorous as you can get.  ballet is about being so strong that you are almost a machine with a soul.

I had a teacher that was fantastic in that even though he had a class of little 8 year old girls and one boy, he did not hide the fact from us that it was hard work and we would need to push our little eight year old bodies into submission. He made that clear.

The earlier you  learn this lesson about life the better. You coast through life and you coast into atrophy. It is really hard to make atrophied muscles work again. You have to start from square one.  Ug.

A friend of mine asked me to run a marathon with her for our sixtieth birthday. Well I would rather die than do that. That tells me one thing. I should do it. ug. That is how life is. pushing all the time or you are dead.

The sooner we get used to that idea the easier it will be. I am talking  to myself now but I bet there are some folks that are saying yes and amen to what I just said.


I was listening to the radio yesterday and they were talking about getting out of debt and the talk show host said “Dreams are nothing real.. only Goals are real.” Don’t be a dreamer. This is true. You can dream where your dream is safe and far away and lofty and not a threat….

A goal is like a drill sergeant. Get up move ahead, go forward. go go go. There is not time for dreaming your dream when you implement your plan. You are out of the dream and you are awake. Everything is safe in a dream but it is scary when you start moving toward that dream. What if it doesn’t work out.

What if you lose everything taking this risk to follow it. What if , what if what if… Get Out All Laziness! that is what goal is.  That is the bottom line. dreams are the call and goals are the action. You have to follow through.

Spectacular thoughts

I was working in the garden thinking about the next painting I am going to do. Most people know that doing repetitive activities can put you in a zone where you are almost in a twilight of semi conscious. That is where spectacular lives. Those ideas that sneak up and surprise you with the thoughts that are not your own.

I know this will sound weird, but great ideas are floating in the air like dust and you just have to have one speck land on you. Where did this come from? Is it in the air? Is that just a metaphor or is it a physical reality? Are thoughts physical or what are they. what are thoughts?

We are not computers just processing info. No it is more than that. Can you hold a thought long enough to get it down on paper? Why do you have to be in a relaxed state to get these great thoughts that surprise you?

This is very head-throbbing pondering. What do you think?? Are we just regurgitating old info in new patterns or is it something else.???? What do you think???

error: Please do not copy.