Happy President’s Day

I just burnt my mouth on some Hot Apple Cider.  Ooooowwww.
That will teach me to start something and forget that the drink is still hot.
That is not what I am going to write about today.
Honestly I have no idea what to write about.  Monday blog posts are hard for me.  If I have been lazy over the weekend, then I have not much to write about.  If I was active, I forget that I need to write and then become stumped.
Today is a mixture of both.  I was lazy and I have not done much since Thursday (lots of reading!)  I did get my butt in gear yesterday and started something new.  I did a bunch of errands today AND started a silkscreen project!
I have been thinking about all the meaningful and mundane things that I did (most of us probably did) with our parents.  Trips to the grocery store, having a meal in a diner, fishing, swimming lessons, just going for a walk.  Maybe even the silly things like dressing in their cloths, stealing their cigarettes, and playing house.
Mostly I have thought about all the times I went to the grocery store.  I cannot even remember the mundane ones.  I remember the one where I vomited in the car as soon as we got home, chicken noodle soup all over the passenger side.  I remember the trip where one of us kids was riding the back of the cart and the other rammed it into the apple display.  I also remember the one where I got separated and lost.  One of my favorites is the time we went shopping and had to ride the bus. I had to help carry groceries and Mom asked me to itch her nose.
Despite those I know there were some that were actually good mundane trips.  Where we did not cause a problem for mom or have anything that made it memorable, but it is still worth cherishing.  Mundane events that, maybe, someone watching had a nice thought. These are the ones I want to try to capture because those are the special ones.  They have all the feelings because no-one thinks they are special.
I have a few ideas for camping “memories” and eating out.  I am always interested in suggestions to add to the list of things to paint or draw.
No drawing or illustration for today’s post.
I am also going to be busy this week.  I am trying out another new job.
Plus gearing up for Emerald City Comicon.  So close yet so far away.

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The Difference of One

It is hard, sometimes, to not realize that you are only a single voice in a large crowd and not many, if any, will ever hear you.

There are many other analogies for this:

One light in the sky.

One grain of sand on the beach.

One flower in the garden.

What you say or how you say it will not make it very far, in most cases.  Your message gets lost before you can finish thinking about it.

Everyone wants to be heard / seen/ felt… sensed in some way.  Some people shout, some talk softer, some band together under one cause and their voices become much louder.

However you do it you just want to reach people.  If you goal is to reach 10 people and shouting works, great.  If you want to reach 100 people and speaking quietly works, go for it.  If you want to reach a country or make an impact on the world, joining a group is usually the way to go.  It does not matter how you do it, you want to reach and connect with others.

I think the thing that depresses me the most, is that all the shouting, shining, and growing, will probably not make a difference in the world.  Not even in your own garden, beach or sky. Everything will be the same as it ever was, had you not existed.

Everything we do is for naught but our own self-importance. Meaningless…

Then…

You talk to a friend (or a fan, or family, perhaps) and your view point changes.  You realize that you made a difference to someone.  That their life is less without you in it.

Even being able to effect one life is worth all the shouting, shining, and growing you can do.

Be the best light you can, shine your brightest.  Be the best grain of sand, best flower, best voice you can be.  Do what you can to make one life better.

One life that benefits from anything you do, is all one needs to keep going.

Proof that one voice, one light, one grain or one flower can improve the world.

Thank you friend.

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My birthday greeting for my friend. You may not feel like it, but you are amazing just the way you are.

And Happy Birthday J

The Gray Room

Stress, stress and more stress.  With so many things going on it is hard to focus on which ones are the most important. Everyday it seems like there is more to do, less time and less resources.  People just keep piling on the tasks and responsibilities, and there is no one to really talk to about the issues. 

Welcome to being an adult!  The bonus is that you can eat your dessert before dinner and go to any movie you want.  That may not seem like much of a trade off on most days, but we should really take note of any sliver lining we can.

What does this have to do with a gray room?

Gray (to us in the US, grey to the UK,) is the only color that evokes no emotional or logical response.  It is the NULL in the color world.  In an episode of “Fairly Odd Parents” Timmy (the main character) wishes that everyone was the same.  Every one in town turns into gray blobs.  Completely devoid of any emotional attachment or any differences.  In that sense the gray room is a place to go when you are feeling mentally and emotionally battered.  A place to take a break and have nothing that requires your attention.

I chose gray for several reasons.  Mostly it is a NULL color. It does not make me feel gloomy like Black or blinded like White.  Yellow is basically forced happiness when you are stressed out.  Blue may be soothing, but it still makes you think of things like water or sky.  Red is passion and Purple makes me want to be pampered in a spa.  Spa’s can get expensive.  Green is a nice color, but it is now associated with recycling and (not new) money.  Money is the root of all evil and not very calming to think about when you are stressed about a variety of things.  Gray wants nothing, and short of cool northwest weather, makes me think of nothing.

My gray room is basically like the Holodeck in Star Trek.  It has no size limit and  is a flat, matte gray.  In my mind I could walk for days and days and never stop.  I do not get tired, hungry or thirsty.  If I want to sit or lay down a flat gray shelf or block will be available for me to use.  The ultimate get-a-way spot for my brain.

I used to walk down a dimly lit hall, but I would get distracted by the spacing of the lights or start wondering where I was going or where I had been.  That would just send me into a thought spiral and sleep or rest would never find me.  Another thing I would do was to make fan stories based on books that I liked or had recently read.  Fun, but again thought spirals.  Getting interested in a story that is supposed to be making you sleepy or relaxed is not such a g

ood plan.  Lastly, when all else failed I would make a journal entry of all the things that were bothering me.  Sometimes I would let it be read, in hopes of some help, others times… Well, some things, thoughts included, should never see the light of day.

Like all things these relaxation exercises did help me unwind, but have since just caused more problems for the over worked brain.  Now it is time to find a new one.  Cue the Gray Room.  A wonderful mental retreat to relax enough to unwind and sleep. 

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Lower panel of a painting I did for a co-worker. Acrylic on canvas. If the gray room does not work for you. Imagine sitting under a beautify white and silver dogwood tree.

 

Good night to everyone.

Relax and be well.