Sometimes days I just follow my heart

I love the spontaneous acts of heart. How to 
plan these events in your day--oh, boy!! I am 
afraid I have become what I dreaded I would 
become--too organized. I think I have
organized my heart right out of the picture 
sometimes. I have become efficient, but have 
lost some spark in my life. Tell me, how do you 
alternate from being an efficient planner to 
living by your heart?  Truth is I guess, I had 
to learn how to be spontaneous. In the beginning 
I had to schedule my spontaneity and sometimes I 
still do. When I catch myself being overly serious 
too many days in a row, then I intentionally do 
something a little bizarre so I can get back in 
touch with the silly side of myself.
 
The moments I look back on in my life are not the 
"perfect" days when I finished my to-do list, and 
cleaned the entire house all on a timely schedule. 
No, the days I love revisiting, the days that
gently tug on my heart are when I did something, 
just because. If you turn on a bubble machine pretty 
soon you'll be surrounded by people trying to catch 
bubbles and have a wonderful story to remember. 
Hula hoop in your driveway and a walker passing by 
will ask if she can give it a try. "I haven't tried 
a hula hoop since I was a little girl, would you mind?"
  
Put a table cloth on the floor and announce 
to everyone that it's picnic night. Sometimes I try 
scheduling play dates with myself. I learned this 
from the book, "The Artist's Way" by Julia Cameron. 
Once I've spent enough time being lighthearted and 
a little crazy, my heart goes on automatic pilot. 
I don't have to think in advance about doing the 
silly things in life anymore, because my heart will 
know what that experience feels like, and it
will seize the opportunity to have fun whenever it can.
 
Thanks for listening to me. It's so good to share with 
friends.
 

Sometimes I wish there wasn't so much new technology.
It's not that I'm trying to hang on to the "good old
days," because actually I think "good old days"
thinking is a bit of a myth. It's just that I can't
seem to keep up with knowing how to do everything
that's available. Every morning when I wake up I
discover some creative insomniac has been up all night
developing another new product--give these people
some sleeping pills--because I can't keep up! There are
too many options, too many social networks, too much
technology and if I tried to stay on top of "knowing"
about everything, when would I find the time to
shave my legs?

Some more Quilted Postcards

The wind blew some sticks and leaves into our yard so I was inspired to make a woods scene.



I am having fun making mini quilts the size of a postcard more or less. Here are a few more I did the last couple days.

Another post card

Quilted Postcards

Some of the small mini quilts that I have been making. Some have paper sewed into them and some are made up into a collage of things I find about the house(ribbons, buttons, rick rack, cloth, paper, etc.



I've had a lot of fun making these small pictures. They are easy to make, don't take a lot of time and/or space like large quilts or large painted pictures.

Book I'm Reading

Gail McMeekin's 12 Secrets of highly creative WOMEN is an unrelentless barrage of good news. Someone said this was a good book so I ordered it and it finally came. It is a lovely book - I'm really enjoying it. It's kind of like a portable mentor, helping me to understand the creative process with it's ups and downs. It seems to me that nearly everyone has a far greater potential for creativity than he or she uses. Every time I sit down with it, I'm lifted up and carried away.

The air feels like spring and summer are on it's way. We've had 80 and 90 degree temps the last few days making it nice for enjoying our patio. Flowers and trees are blooming. Virg brought home some strawberries that were picked right out of the field in Indio today. Yum-m-m!

We bought a new to us motorhome to make our travels a bit nicer. We want to go to Scott's graduation in May, so we can try it out then. It also gives us a place to stay when we visit Bob and Jack's and we can take Murphy with us without the bother of kenneling him.