Oceans of Noodles

The emotion goes into what we eat. We create what we consume.





We manifest what these meals make us feel. We revisit the meals that made us feel alive.





We capture the frames that make us feel creative. These feelings are a journey back to the emotion.





The waves are not the ocean. Yet aren't we all drawn to the shore?





Do we stand then at the brink of our own oceans? Enamored by each glimpse that makes us feel alive?





I chose to dive inside.

Before Work

Pondering the park and creating art are certainly a pleasant pairing.


Today I played in the park.


I drew in the dirt and chased a few ducks.


I moved every few minutes from the shade to the sunshine. We were nomadic musicians, moving from benches, to the ground, to the dreamer, to the rocks, and to the roses.


I pondered these limbs. I climbed them with my mind. I pondered my own limbs.


Everything is part of the mosaic.


This is part pop art, part soul pop, part bright frames, and part lite brite.

Remember December

As the year refolds itself neatly into a year that is out of use, I feel the need to let certain things go.








Goodbye painted Toms. RIP








I find myself in new, inventive situations daily. I feel that we draw in and reflect what we experience. My thoughts on that are as follows:
Stopping to see is really living
Feeling trumps seeing
Entire sensory symphonies are readily available.








A cup of tea can be a universe.








The sun is glorious.
Regardless of evident beauty, some fail to take in their surroundings. This can not be forced upon or held against others. Not everyone chooses to see, not everyone chooses to seek.








There is beauty in every frame that is filled with compassion.

All you need is love.

Jazzy Realizations

As I am sitting here listening to jazz with Julie, I watch her wrap thoughtful gifts.


She curls ribbon with the slide of the trombone and the easy beat. As the clouds cleared and the white mountains appeared, I realized it really is more of a Christmas feel. I think it's interesting to watch gifts fold and unfold. Life is abundant even with the least that it's seen.


A perfect moon sat in the sky of the morning.

I'm looking at life's many expected and unexpected gifts. It is a beautiful journey.

Fauxhèmian Rhapsody

A thought that I have pondered lately is the resurgence in bohemian culture.

I see it in style and in boutique culture and I stop to ponder this.

There is an entire industry geared around capitalizing on capturing an authentic feel in clothing of living eclectically. Of living on a whim of random patterns and alignments.


It reminds me that when I observe my present moment I feel this Bohemia. I see the paycheck living furnished with random accessories and clothing gathered along the way.

I stop to admire the owls.


I feel no soul in this culture that the lavish shoppers wish to reach into. This retail doesn't become part of who they are, it depicts a culture that they wish to experience.

I am humored by this industry inspired by those who make ends out of thrift shops. It brings profits to the artists depicting the randomness that necessity pulls together. Somehow the pure living is lost in translation.

Viva la vie bohème.

My Christmas Tree

Last night as I took the scenic route along my way downtown, I passed a Christmas tree lot.
As I took my steps I retraced my heart's memories of childhood. I remembered running through the busy Louisiana lot, loving the tall, full trees without a sold tag. I am grateful for those tall trees of awe.
This year there is no room or way for a tree. Though I don't wish for a tree of my own I stopped to admire the lot.



Though this picture doesn't translate well, I stopped and silently fell in love with a small Charlie Brown christmas tree.
Through the fence I had a moment with it, enjoyed the memory enriched scent.
Then with a smile, I continued my walk. I enjoyed the weather and a nice night downtown with great friends.

Laughing at Work

After the tides of work roll, it really isn't that serious.


I try to remind myself of this as I ride the waves.


I try to help things along to be as orderly as within out control, and then, I laugh.



I look my present moment square and the eye and chose to be carefree.

Positivity is my cup of tea.

Epic

Today was a day filled with magic. I felt that I was literally seeing gratitude.


When every moment unfolds as the most grand experience, it's epic.


I certainly strive to live life for each day to be epic.



I could get used to this epic living.