Thirteen Things About Me

1. green and blue are my favorite colors
2. I like to knit and I just finished my first sweater
3. I used to depise the color pink, but I have recently become obsessed with it.
4. I have a black cat named Oscar. He is my cat in shining armor.
5. There are 2 dogs and 1 cat in addition to Oscar in my clan. Their names are Ursa, Gibson, and Flannery.
6. I will celebrate my 5th wedding anniversary this summer.
7. Animals make me alarmingly happy. (Note: I giggle when passing moo cows while traveling.)
8. I love the ocean.
9. I hate brussel sprouts.
10. e.e. cummings, Ann Sexton, and Charles Bukowski are my favorite poets
11. Jeanette Winterson is one of my favorite authors.
12. I like to sing with reckless abandon in my car
13. While 3 is the Magic Number- 13 is my lucky number.

Burning Multi-Colored Picket Fences

When I was younger I used to think that in order to be creative you must have pain, inner turmoil- Simply there must be a struggle of some sort going on. I loved writing and playing in my paints, but I noticed that I only turned to them when life was overwhelming and more than I knew how to deal with… or when a festering itch of a problem became too much.

So I had an issue- I wanted to write- to draw- to paint-to play, but I did not want the life of inner struggle. I did not want to constantly wage war with myself. I wanted a life that was not a rollercoaster of precarious and unidentifiable twists and turns… and bottoms that would drop on you if you waited long enough.

So I came up with this idea- I would have a multi-colored -not white- picket fence. I would leave to my signifigant other (read Prince Charming) the job of building and painting the fence. The colors would have to be horrible clashing colors. I would then fixate on the problem, that was the fence, and thus I would have creative energy without the crisis that I had previously linked it to. Every now and then the fence would become too much and I would dramatically rip it apart and have a bonfire. At this point my Prince Charming would valietly rebuild the fence and we would begin the process all over again.

I have since realised that you do not, in fact, have to be insane, depressed, or crazy (well… maybe a little crazy) to be creative. In fact, you don’t have to be anything at all. You must simply do. To be creative you don’t need books or classes or therapy- you simply need to give your wee voice its crayons back (hugh macleod).

So- out with the crayons and let the party begin!

At Least I believe in fairies….

You’re Siddhartha!
by Hermann Hesse
You simply don’t know what to believe, but you’re willing to try
anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you’ve spent
some time in every camp. But you still don’t have any idea what camp you belong in.
This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It’s
time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in

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