Broken Hallelujah

Plants and Animals - Faerie Dance

Whoa, haven't been here in awhile.  What's new?  I have a beautiful grandson named Phoenix who is almost 3 months old.  

Phoenix-round-corners

Have I already died and gone to hell, or is it just hot outside? 

And I just have 93° (Alt + 0176 = °) at the moment, 95° yesterday, while many others have much higher heat in the 100s.

Coping involves mad dashes to and from the air conditioned car for early morning errands and getting delivery for dinner.  I don't like the hot weather.  Give me cool breezes or snow! 

Hope you are surviving the hot weather alright. 

Which saying do you believe to be true, but just can't seem to follow? 
Submitted by Maxvan.

That Time Heals All Wounds and It Gets Better With Time

I've had a hard time dealing with the death of my sister, Robin, who passed in November 2005.  It gets easier to deal with, to be sure, but my broken heart will never fully heal.  I will always mourn her absence.  And I certainly will not ever "get over it".

I'm not curled up in the fetal position, bed-ridden, unable to work or socialize or function.  But in my own personal space I still miss her dearly, horrendously.  Completely.  Maybe endlessly.

I finally gave myself permission to accept that I may not ever get over it and that that's alright. I can ache and mourn for as long as I want to or need to and not feel pressured to "get over it".  I don't know if that's wimpy or a sign of weakness, but it is what it is and I've accepted this position on it. :)

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Bombshell

A two-toned, three-taloned CLAW paw has been sprawled in aerosol across walls around the world since the early 1990s. Whether lolling in the East Village or lazing in Los Angeles, lounging in Amsterdam or living it up in Milan, the instantly identifiable icon maintains a fun, fabulous, and feminine allure, despite the grit and grime that makes graffiti a man’s world. One of the first writers to use an icon as her throw up, CLAW is of the rarest breed: the female graff King.    

Bombshell, her first book, explodes all preconceived notions about the icon many have seen but few have known. From the deepest recesses of her shoeboxes comes this incredible compendium of photographs, designs, personal letters, and other ephemera collected throughout her life. Whether it’s shots of spots she bombed in the Bronx or Grandma Baba’s recipe for latkes, fashion shoots or candid snaps, Bombshell redefines the graffiti monograph, taking you beyond the icon and into the realm of Claw Money.

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Lynn Rockwell has just passed away from lung cancer.  Lynn was a photographer and lived in Halifax, NS.  I met Lynn in 2002 and have followed her ups and downs over the years.  (She also had a Vox blog.)

This is Lynn on the left, with her daughter.  We will all miss her madly.

How do you beat writer's block? 

I remember what a Anne Lamott once said in Bird By Bird about DOWN, and UP. 

Get it DOWN!  Forget about syntax or grammar-- even content.  Just put pen to paper or slap away silly on your keyboard.  Let it loose.  Be free with it.

Later you go back and Clean it UP!  Pull out something cohesive, spruce up the grammar and punctuation, then sit back and admire the genius that you are.

Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life

Anne Lamott