..and the dead shall rise.

A person could interpret that a number of ways. One option being dead stuff working it's way to the earths surface. As in fossils. That would explain the last two years, during which I have uncovered more than a lifes work worth of fossils. All of a sudden I started seeing them everywhere. The latest being a Styracosaurus skull in the bank of the road ditch across the street from my shop.

I noticed a shed snake skin and went down to release it from the grass carefully to bring home. I sat my bag down and went to work. Once I had it, I reached for my bag and noticed something odd about a protruding rock. There were what appeared to be skull seams in it, and unnatural notches. I started to brush away the mud to discover some sort of horns. I got a little nuts then, I dug more of it out with my hands. Carefully I left undisturbed the masses of rocks around it as they were no doubtedly a part of the creature.

I've found that the Paleontology sect is an antisocial, if not snobbish lot. On occasion, I email them with points of interest. I have never been acknowledged. So this time I just sent the pictures. Will I be snubbed again? We'll see. I have no faith in them at this point.

Every book I've ever read on the subject, explicitly requests any finds of potential magnitude to be made known to your nearest College Paleontology department. What they didn't say in those books was that you had a snowballs chance in hell of being taken seriously.

I'm afraid I may be forced to get my own degree just so someone will want to look at my stuff. If that ends up being the case, they'll have to fight me for the credit. Right now I am extremely swamped and don't have the time to pursue such an adventure in education, so the credit nabbers would find me easy prey. I just want these treasures cataloged for posterity. besides, I'm running out of walking space on my porch (my research area), so, take my rocks....PLEASE!

4/28/2006 11:8 PM
word count 365

Pondering is not Believing

Depression will remain at bay,
as long as I know you’re not far away.

The cards have been good to me. Come to think of it, all my oracles have been. They speak of happiness, good fortune, success, attainment of all my dreams, fame, love, and best of all, my soul mate. He whom I will be reunited with very soon.

Wow, deep.

Here I was under the impression that soul mates were as real as green eggs and ham. Bad example. Now that I have given it a few more thoughtful breaths I realize that if you were to eat brunch with Larry, The Cable Guy, you would likely be served such a dish.
As I sit pondering all these things, he, in a faraway place, which he calls home, being struck with revelation, formulating an answer to my obscure message. He‘ll understand, finally, my own struggles. While it is not some of my best work, it is however some of my more meaningful Dr. Suessish poems. If you can remember the childish lessons taught. For, within it, lies a secret I had never shared, and a cherished memory of a light that shone in the darkness of an oppressive past.

I believe I stand in the portal that leads to the final stages of my earthly existence, a life within this lifetime that will bare the fruits of my labors. All that I have suffered and lost, shall have not been in vane.

Wish me luck! Heck, I’d be content if my dog outlived me, so a possible bipedal Valentine leaves me dumbfounded, but not disillusioned enough to believe…just ponder.

For Petes' Sake Why New Mexico?

For Pete's sake can someone please tell me what is in New Mexico?

If you know me, you know that I am fond of divining. So much so, that I am opening a shop right here in Missouri.Tarot, Pendulum, Dice, I Ching, Tea Leaves, Runes...there is an endless sea of fortune telling methods available, and I like to explore them.

I look for signs in everything, because, as I was taught by a wise woman (my Mum), that everything happens for a reason, and that it's always for the best...sometimes, eventually. In other words, a delayed reaction to an action.That can be hard on the instant gratification generation. Patience is not a common virtue amongst them. I personally, can hardly control my excitement and wonder at what tomorrow will bring. Upon any pivotal moment, my mind is racing for a solution to the great mystery before me. Like when it's time for opening the piniata at a party. Most want to bash away, and pounce voraciously on the contents before it hits the ground, in many cases trampling what they coveted. I would be patiently waiting my turn while analyzing it for weak spots, and trying to calculate how to approach the job. I wanted to release the candy, sure, but I also didn't want to destroy the work of art it was concealed in. I wanted to gently knock off one leg and let it stream out naturally, thus prolonging the moment. While the rest were racing for their treats, I was asking if I could have the paper animals pieces so I could glue it back together and cherish it. I would always find something wonderful hiding inside. Something that was to be mine. I didn't have to fight my way in to snatch and grab before the next kid. I knew, that anything in that piniata, that was truly meant to be mine, would find it's way to me, no matter what happened.

So here's my question, why New Mexico? All the signs point in that direction. But why? my last writing assignment was a biography of a centenarian born in New Mexico Territory, brochures find their way to me, movies based in the state, books, articles, even things I find, like state quarters, worry dolls, pocket alters, etc, made-in-New-Mexico. My oracles all speak of travels, successes, invitations I must accept, phenomenal luck,love. This is MY year. So how does New Mexico fit in?Is it just my love for those flashy hot pink crepe flowers of the trinity, rock hounding, desert mornings or my curiosity about the Bohemian art community I have heard so much about? Of one thing I can be sure, Nobody's going to take my cartooning about seriously enough to warrant any serious interest. So a gallery opening is definitely out.

4/23/2006 0:40 AM
word count 434

Me, Myself, and that Artist Person

Loft work is for kids. I learned that today. I have been up in the lofts a lot the last two weeks, painting portraits of Brigit, Freya and Frey. Patron Gods for my shop. Oy, did I cramp. It's done. Yeay. not that I don't enjoy honoring the ageless, I just wish it wouldn't hurt when I do it.
I came home and spent the rest of the evening on a wood burning of Cerridwen. My version. Much more elaborate than the mandrake plate I practiced on. That is so typical of moi. The first attempt at anything is competent enough to impress, yet unsatisfactory enough for myself, to demand a second project. So goes my experiments in a variety of media. I am my worst critic and biggest competition. Sounds a little self-destructive to me...or maybe...a bit masochistic. I'll sort it out later, when I'm in one of those meditative stupors. Right now I have to get ready for tomorrow. I'm taking Destiny shopping.
4/7/2006 11:52 PM
word count 166

A Regiment of Marching Voids

Walls have been sprouting up. Perforated by regimented soldiers, voids. Marching, marching, and going nowhere. Good thing I bought all those pegs. They'll break up the monotony. The closer to completion, the more apparent that I have accumulated too many shelving units. I am seriously considering adding a wall on the South of the porch to create a more useable space. The wind owns this prairie. It likes to remind me often of its untamable spirit. If only it would slow down with age like we mortals. Then perhaps I wouldn't feel so beaten.
I've nearly completed all the decorative painting on the walls. I'm sure I will continue to add to it eternally, but for now, I'm ready to call it. After all, I have shelves to paint.
Brigit stands watch from the top of the south loft, tending the flame of inspiration. On the North, Frey and Freya smile down on the main floor. Each wall is bordered with a testimony to the appropriate element. There are fairies playing at random amongst the more redundantly patterned. I will also add a painted carpet in the entry in front of the French front doors. It will be a fine little shop.
4/6/2006 0:17 AM
word count 201