Rambling Monday

Above is an image I made in PS. It's inspired by my fascination with graffiti art. Yes, I said it! "Art". A lot of people think graffiti is just "tagging" but it's so beyond that. It's urban art that makes otherwise ugly walls and surfaces beautiful. I have been to several exhibitions of Graffiti Artists in this city. They don't simply display their art, they make it while you stand and watch. There is so much talent there, and the art that unfolds before your very eyes, is stunning.

The moment art becomes prescribed, is the moment it loses it's authenticity. The very essence of art is freedom of expression. So I celebrate rogue art! :)

This weekend, I watched three movies that were absolutely stunning and absorbing - Australia, The Children of Hung Shi, and Bottle Shock. I will be writing reviews for them over at Ola! Moana . Suffice it to say that all three movies not only had stories which grabbed me by the heart strings, they had the most gorgeous cinematography.

Speaking of Ola Moana, and in the light of what we are doing with 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women, I will be taking this opportunity to ask for HELP!

I need writers for my blogzine, and I know that there are a lot of talented writers in the blogosphere. I cannot keep posting daily; I am barely keeping up with posting on this blog, so I need more contributors! If I can get at least five more people, we each can have a column we publish weekly. It's a tongue-in-cheek blogzine, so humor is welcome. If you're interested please swing by there and grab the email address, and fire off an email.

Today's post is very disjointed and rambling. I have a lot of things on my mind, and a lot of projects I am working on, so I am a little unfocused. It doesn't help that my sleeping pattern is being thrown into a state of chaos once again by the time change. Can I say how much I hate this? I don't understand why we are putting our bodies through this turmoil by shifting times twice a year. It was instituted during World War II for practical reasons, but last I checked that war has been over for decades.

Told you I would be rambling... :) I feel slightly delirious at the moment, so I will put myself and you out of this misery.

I will close by saying THANK YOU to the amazing Beverly over at So This is Wonderland for this wonderful "Triple Award"! Beverly's blog is so full of thought-provoking insight and beauty. Please visit her and spread the love.


This award comes with rules, but I will forgo them this time. This is an award of Great Attitude and Gratitude, and I cannot even pick 10, so I award it to each and every one of YOU! If you love it, grab it; and know I am deeply grateful to the blogosphere for allowing us to cross paths. I have gained great joy and wisdom, insight and delight through your acquaintance!

Blessed be :)

Help

Our wonderful and every abundant tender of wishes, Jamie asks us today:
What help do you wish to receive?

What came instantaneously to mind is:
"I wish for help in my renovations!"

I am prepping to change around my rooms and some minor renovations are in order. Some moving around of furniture, replacement of doors and light fixtures. I am also getting ready to renovate my garden and make it less onerous to maintain which means streamlining, getting rid of some plants and moving some of them around.

I know I can't do this alone.

In the past, I just hired someone to do these things. It's more money but I won't be placing a burden on anyone to help me. I won't have to ask for help, and frankly put myself in a position to be let down. I have gotten let down a lot.

I think I have mentioned this before, but I used to be someone who did not ask for help. If something needed to get done, I got it done on my own, or hired someone. This didn't come from a sense of pride, but a fear of rejection or disappointment.

I didn't become so fiercely independent overnight. Life made me this way. After many experiences where disappointment in people would slap me upside the head, I learned to just get it done myself.

Permit me to illustrate:

When I got a divorce and moved into my new home, I had very little furniture, so I had to buy a living room set and a new desk. Buying furniture seems like an easy thing, but the delivery people just dumped the sofas on their sides in the middle of the living room, and the desk in box, and left. The desk needed assembling. The sofa legs were supported by nailed planks to protect them. I had two hands, and limited tools.

I called a "friend" to ask her for help. She hemmed and hawed, and finally I promised her sushi if she could come over and help me. She finally did. She brought the hammer I asked her for, and stood watching me pry the planks off the legs. She stepped out of the way when I placed the sofa, love seat and arm chair in their places. She promptly fell asleep on said sofa while I was putting a five foot desk together by myself.

She ate the sushi though, and took leftovers home.

Nice.

I think you know why I started hiring professionals - movers, contractors, painters, gardeners, handy-peeps.

Since I took on a position of responsibility at my job, however, I have had to step out of that pattern. There are just way too many things to get done, so I have started asking for some help. And people have not let me down. They have rallied and helped me. And all I did was ask.

That took me by pleasant surprise.

There is a huge difference between the job situation, though, and my personal life. Will I have the courage to ask for help? Several of my friends have homes of their own, projects of their own. They are starting families, and businesses, and new relationships. I am plagued by thoughts that this will be an imposition on them, and a disappointment for me.

I am mulling this in my head : When the weather gets better, I want to have a garden reno party. Participants will be treated to drinks and a barbecue; and they can take whatever plants or clippings of plants they want for their gardens.

As you can see I need help. I wish for help. Will I find the voice to seek it?