I’m a design show junkie. Fashion design, furniture design, house design, garden design, food design, even Lego design. Who cares what it is? When I find a design show to watch, I get all tingly and excited.
Watching the creative process is exhilarating and inspiring. And some designs that come out of that process are astounding — imagination at work.
Creativity and imagination pull me in, but what fuels my addiction is that I love observing the growth or non-growth of the participants.
I want to know why some people move ahead and some people fall behind.
Yes, sometimes the…
After I pulled out the peas I had diligently planted and tended because their season was over, a lone sunflower remained.
I smiled at it, wondering how it got there. Perhaps a bird or a squirrel or even the wind left a single seed to grow sheltered and nourished by the peas.
It smiled back at me, its bright yellow face bobbing in the wind, and said, “It’s so easy to be me.”
“Well, of course, it is,” I said back-out loud because there was no one around to hear me talking to a sunflower.
“You know what you are…
In 1969, having been in California for a year and moved from one job to another, I ended up working as a bookkeeper at Capitol Records in Beverly Hills.
It was the place everyone in the industry came to get records, and celebrities often dropped by. One time I got front row seats to a Blood Sweat And Tears concert because Clive Davis dropped by the store on the concert day and said he had three tickets to give away. I was the grateful recipient.
All the way home that night our four-year-old son kept singing the last note of…
A movement caught my eye. A flutter up. A flutter down. It was a wren with a long slender twig trying to get it into the small opening of the birdhouse. Up-down, up-down. Holding a stick in its beak wider than the birdhouse, it repeatedly tried to make it work.
I was rooting for it. “Turn it sideways. Break it into pieces. Smaller twigs,” I kept saying.
Finally, I tired of watching. It wasn’t listening to me, anyway.
So I asked myself instead. “What are you trying to do that is too big to fit into the hole?”
I don’t think I want to meet the person who knows all the answers. I believe I would be suspicious. How could they be so sure? Did they cause the problem? Are they trying to ruin people’s lives? Do they know all the facts?
Our brains are designed to filter out what isn’t relevant. Otherwise, we might all go insane. However, with the constant flow of differing opinions these days, our filter may not be working too well. Or it’s working so well we are stuck in old beliefs.
Besides, this filtering process doesn’t always work in our favor. Sometimes…
I opened the drawer where I keep candles and flashlights and realized that I still had two beautiful scented candles waiting for me to use them.
It reminded me of my mother’s candle drawer. Actually, not just one drawer, two big ones stuffed with candles of all sizes and shapes. She never lights them. Even the candles she sometimes uses as a centerpiece remain unlit. I have learned not to give her candles as a gift. There is no more room for them.
“Why not light them?” I used to ask.
“I’m saving them,” she has always answered.
The habits I like are the ones that keep me in line, moving down the road towards where I want to go.
Habits I don’t like are like ruts in that road.
Ruts can be challenging to get out of, especially when we do the exact opposite of what it takes to free ourselves.
In vehicles, we settle into the rut, deepening it. In the beginning, it’s easier that way. Our tires fit so neatly into the ruts we have made.
In life, we do the same thing. We repeat the habit so often, making the habit rut so deep…
Last summer, I watched wren families move into a nesting box.
First, they took out what was already in the box. They were so industrious. For hours the wren would pop in and then pop out with old nesting material in her beak. She’d toss her head to throw it and then pop back in to get more.
Only when satisfied did she bring in new nesting material. Since the box was in front of a window where I often work, I saw this repeated all summer as new families moved in.
In my last blog, I talked about wanting…
What a glorious year we have had. All of us. Yes, glorious if we choose to look at it that way.
The glorious part? For the first time in our memory, the world has shared an experience that affected us equally.
But the living of it and its aftermath have been different for each of us. That’s what we need to address. Not alone. Together.
It’s tempting only to ask if the world, our leaders, our neighbors, our family learned anything, but that won’t help much.
We are the ones who need to have learned from this experience because only…
Fixing broken things is not an activity that most of us enjoy.
The plastic knob on my mixer broke off, and I didn’t celebrate that I would need glue, a clamp, and time to fix it.
What I said to myself was, “I can live with it. Who needs a knob anyway?”
But the shower stopped working. And since not having a shower was not something I was willing to live with, it got fixed. (Thank the gods for a handy husband.)
However, it wasn’t until I pulled the shower knob and water came out in a satisfying powerful stream…