tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154500814784307512024-03-12T17:45:12.159-07:00Art and Poetry of Gail Speckmann: Inside ViewStanding in the middle of a street, taking photos, a pedestrian called to me asked, "What do you see that I don't?" I responded light-heartedly, "Lots of things...I'm an artist!" "Ah," he spoke back philosophically, "That's right---you artists have that 'third eye' open!"
Well, as a writer also, I need to keep my 'third ear' open too! I hope you will enjoy my art and poetry. Creativity is a joy-filled act in which I participate, but at its best, the inspiration comes from beyond.Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-13931366944149928042014-01-02T16:08:00.000-08:002014-01-02T16:36:22.446-08:00Here's to the Best in All of Us this New Year!<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78f4JFe55yfw8w7hz2m5wGbjHZ1Mw0GS-wg-8vMMaczG_6J8gGaenFkQGI0n-RiDOBJOrz88H-_WKJhxuPHtOOJhDNvxv07rgiOOkLKUgyt4rquVlKrvNmNOYJ7kCDj9403fS-jpC75MJ/s1600/%23Red+Tapestry+Strip+A+copy.tiff" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78f4JFe55yfw8w7hz2m5wGbjHZ1Mw0GS-wg-8vMMaczG_6J8gGaenFkQGI0n-RiDOBJOrz88H-_WKJhxuPHtOOJhDNvxv07rgiOOkLKUgyt4rquVlKrvNmNOYJ7kCDj9403fS-jpC75MJ/s400/%23Red+Tapestry+Strip+A+copy.tiff" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>In this new year,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>I offer my gratitude</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>to all who play their parts</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>as creation carries on,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>as life moves forward.</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>All are needed; All work together in this creation</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>This is a poem, which like the future, has no real ending</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>to which acknowledgement and appreciation</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>can be added; anyone can join in. (Please do!!)</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>For the life work, I took the separate verses</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>and randomly rearranged the order</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>to reflect the diverse nature of our gifts...</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>the great fortune cookie of life</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>as we each open to our callings.</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Here's to the newly born, <b>the babies</b>,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who keep us aware of our vulnerability,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who bring out our tenderness and nurturing,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who offer hope for the future.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>children</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">whose freshness and exuberance</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">enliven our world</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">with new eyes, new ears….</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">new opportunities for </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">a future of better choices.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>teenagers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who challenge our values</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who test their new strengths and desires</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who explore their interests, their options,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">whose urgency is ever upon them.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>young adults</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who try out the possibilities </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of their life paths</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">seeking work that is meaningful,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">marrying and starting families.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Excited and terrified by the </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">significance of choices being made.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>middle aged </b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who bear the full weight of their responsibilities</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who are immersed in their work</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who are raising children </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and shepherding aging parents.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who are striving to not lose themselves</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">entirely in the midst of life's demands.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>elderly</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">with their reflective wisdom</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who are seeing the larger picture</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">even as their eyes dim,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who are aware of their mortality</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and of the many farewells</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that fill their days,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the tenderness they feel </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">as they experience life's fleeting nature,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and the pull of life beyond this one,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">which awaits their arrival.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>photographers and moviemakers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who help us see our world...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to see both beauty and ugliness,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">ourselves at our best and our worst...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that by bringing it to clear view</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">offer it up for healing.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>storytellers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who weave words into meaningful tales,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who take life experiences</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and capture the lessons and surprises</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">in a way that gives us greater understanding</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of our journeys on this earth.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>actors</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who perform on the stage</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the truths, the dreams, the fantasies of our lives</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">so that we can feel and act beyond the ordinary and mundane, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">inspiring us to new heights.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>therapists</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who guide our broken spirits</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">through probing exploration</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and artful re-visioning and re-framing </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to bring us back to our true selves.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the<b> teachers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who help bring the collective</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">knowledge to our upcoming generation</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and teach them how to learn, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">how to use their curiosity </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to seek new answers</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to the questions and challenges that ever arise.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>coaches and consultants</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who take their knowledge and experience</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and share their expertise</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">so that others in their work and challenges</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">may have their paths smoothed so that</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">they can ride on the shoulders of those </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who have traveled similar paths before them.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>leaders in government</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that strive for justice,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that both lead and respond,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that discern the will of the people</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and guide with a goal of fairness to all,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that reward good stewardship</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that protect the vulnerable.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>healers of all kinds</b>, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who take our bodily malfunctions and wounds</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and strive to bring us back to </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">physical health and well-being.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the<b> warriors</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to those who defend and protect,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who selflessly offer their lives</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">for purposes that they believe in</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who put themselves on the line</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">with their unwavering commitment,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">both body and soul.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>sales people</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who bring forth the features</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of the things that can help our lives</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">run more smoothly and safely,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that can bring us beauty and enjoyment.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>gardeners</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who tend their small plots of earth</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">gently nurturing each individual plant,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">protecting them from overcrowding,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">bringing flowers to full and glorious bloom,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">bringing produce to fruition.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>poets</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who blend words into rhythm and harmony,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">forming crystalline distillations</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of our experiences and aspirations.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the<b> workers</b>,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who assemble, who record. who carry out</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that which needs to be done,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who attend to the particulars of our lives...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the steady, the meticulous,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the guardians and champions </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of the intricate details...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the unsung heroes.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>sculptors</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">wielding chisel and knife,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">patiently paring away the non-essential,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who release angels </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">from stone and clay.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>composers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who arrange separate sounds</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">into rich layers of harmony</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and moves them in an divine order </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">through the narrow strain of time.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>musicians and dancers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who faithfully and creatively </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">perform the song, the dance, the symphony.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>homemakers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who bring beauty and warmth and order</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to the surroundings of the lives that live within</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the four walls that shelter us.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>athletes</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who train and discipline their bodies and minds</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to feats of strength and beauty</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">whose courage and determination</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">are formed into powerful, cohesive teams</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">or soaring and splendid, solitary achievements.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>merchants</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who connect those that create with those that receive,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who perform a service</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">in the smooth functioning of commerce.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>architects</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who design the blueprints of the places where we dwell,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the gardens that surround us,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the neighborhoods, and cities,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">bringing a planned order, functionality, and beauty</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to our created environments.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>explorers </b> </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and those who travel to new shores</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and new worlds!</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who use their bold sense of adventure</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to help us push our boundaries,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to farther reaches.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>painters</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who takes the materials of earth</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and, armed only with a brush,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">dances them into images of prismsatic colors and light.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>parents</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who foster and raise up new lives</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">through their love and their example...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the teaching process of presence,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the discernment of the unique needs</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of the young lives as they grow.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>journalists</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who dig deep to find the facts,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who probe that which is hidden,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who mine untapped sources of knowledge,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and report what they find.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Filled with a desire to bring forth truth and </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">generate discourse,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">helping us each find our own truths.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to <b>all who suffer</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who arouse in us compassion</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who move us to needed action</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who reflect our mutual wounds and brokenness </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of body, mind, and spirit,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who awaken in us a desire to heal and be healed.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>garbage collectors</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who release us from our past</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who clear away the debris that </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">our living has generated, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the clutter that would lead to stagnation.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>farmers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who faithfully nurture the seed</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">planted in the cultivated earth,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">through all the gifts and wounds that weather provides,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to a harvest that reaches our tables</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that fills our reserves</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that prepares for next year's crops.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>quilters</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who take the ragged remains</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of our discarded clothing</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">or the untried new cloth</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and stitch them together</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to bring warmth to eye and heart and body.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span>
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to <b>carpenters, plumbers, electricians</b>, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and builders all kinds</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who execute the plans</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that bring into physical reality</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">the structures of our habitation.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to our <b>spiritual leaders</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who hold us in awareness</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that there is more to life</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">than our earthly needs and desires</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that this is not our home forever, but</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that we are travelers on a journey.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>mosaic artists</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who take the broken pieces of our lives</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and set them together in new ways,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">more intricate and glorious</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">than the separate parts.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>engineers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who understand the </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">mechanisms of how this world functions</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and builds on these truths</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to create complex and workable mechanisms.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>scientists and researchers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who explore the facts and create hypotheses</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and unflinchingly hold them to the test,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">advancing our knowledge and understanding </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of the universe.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>cooks</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who prepare the foods</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that nourish our bodies and souls,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that bring out the rich fragrances and tastes</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">which we ingest and use to sustain our lives.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>caregivers </b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who tend to the needs of others,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who humbly nourish, and salve, and bandage, and clean up,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who honor and value the care receivers,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">seeing past their weakness and dependency</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">to the strength and dignity of their individual lives.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to the <b>realtors</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who help us find the dwellings</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and workplaces</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">that are best suited for our needs and aspirations.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>historians</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who help us remember </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">where we have been,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who do not let us forget </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">hard-learned lessons.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>storytellers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who spin their words</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">into meaningful tales,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">who take life experiences</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and capture the lessons and surprises</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">in a way that gives us greater understanding</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">of our journeys on this earth.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here's to the <b>weavers</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who take the separate strands of many colors ,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">creating strength and beauty</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">through using their minds to design</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">and engaging their full bodies </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">in the patient laying of the warp</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">in the steady shuttling of the woof.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 11px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here’s to life, to our <b>fellow sojourners</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">on our various paths!</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>My prayer is that we each</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>use our gifts toward greater good</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>that we recognize and honor and value</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>each other for our unique offerings,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>our unique circumstances,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>our seasons of life... </b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>that no one be lost or unloved,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>that no life be wasted</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>I am inclined to believe that </b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>on the Seventh Day,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>though God rested,</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>it was only a pause</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>before God continued to create</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>in and through us.</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>God has not abandoned us;</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>God has anointed us!</b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>The best is yet to come. </b></span></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b></b></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gail Elizabeth Speckmann</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div>
Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-85565562857204809572013-11-18T16:41:00.002-08:002013-11-18T16:47:56.729-08:00Taking down the garden…(or the garden takes me down!)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPM9XPBIFytKqMaPUK72GrkMdS_n5byMAU6IFGbESKO3-iXDfgxFstJldHusgC_fHQyGRFHVjQxNSKEIph5kV8bHW-9jgQXiDruxEJTw4-PW_6iqRAJ94XCvJy56BE8AKKpC-eO-qJzfm/s1600/wheelbarrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPM9XPBIFytKqMaPUK72GrkMdS_n5byMAU6IFGbESKO3-iXDfgxFstJldHusgC_fHQyGRFHVjQxNSKEIph5kV8bHW-9jgQXiDruxEJTw4-PW_6iqRAJ94XCvJy56BE8AKKpC-eO-qJzfm/s320/wheelbarrow.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: center;">
<b>I came, I saw, I ….well, anyway…. here's a saw about a saw</b></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
Let me start by saying that I am amazed at the sequence of "truisms" that somehow guided my thoughts and actions from one misadventure to the next.</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
Today is our borrowed day of good weather in the middle of November. So, of course, it occurs to me that I should take the garden down. (I may not get another lucky break…) After our recent basement flood and less-than-successful garage sale, our garage is not in good order. So I search … "Where are my garden tools"? I can't believe that I'm finding nothing; usually they are squirreled away in various locations. Did we accidentally sell them off while retaining our legiitimate garage sale items?</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
I have some work to do! A hefty row of (ahem) wildflowers with thick stems are more than my scissors are up to handling. Besides which, I had fallen in a backyard pothole covered with wet leaves a week ago and landed on my dominant hand, so I am not up to all that cutting either. (I inwardly congratulate myself for foresight in recognizing I could aggravate my healing muscles and tendons). </div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
Now, being an artist, I know that it is very advantageous to use the right tool for a job. But also I know a lot about improvising creatively with an unusual choice for a tool. So I start eyeing our saws. For some odd reason, we have a variety of saws. I spot a middle-sized one with a clean orange handle and think "That's the one for me!" </div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
So I proceed to saw down the "garden", loading up a wheelbarrow with giant weeds. In the middle of my row, I remember that there are some fine branches hanging down from a nearby tree. They are at eye-level, and I've been meaning to trim them before someone gets hurt. I am quite certain these little twiggy branches will just cut off very easily. But no! They are tenacious, and I saw away at them. When the first thin branch finally releases, I go a little too far with the saw and cut into the tip of my thumb. Nothing deep, so I am tempted to keep working. Although it is rather messy, and I decide to go in to clean it up. I wash it off and apply some (seriously expired) antibiotic ointment (does anyone ever go through these tubes in time?) and bandage it. </div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
I believe that I am ready to go back out and finish the job. But suddenly I remember that a few years back my cousin almost died from an infection he picked up in the garden. The bacteria had entered through a a very small cut. And didn't I just talk with a friend who had the "flesh-eating virus" just about take her life a few months ago? </div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
At this point, I'm not keen on taking any chances, so I give it up. I listen to my inner wisdom which reminds me that sometimes the effort is not worth the cost. I am only to happy to listen…. Clearly, my instruments of choice are the pen and paintbrush! </div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
I rest my case….</div>
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;">
<br /></div>
Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-30203913356092710062013-03-11T12:14:00.002-07:002013-03-11T12:14:50.182-07:00CONFESSIONS OF A VISIONARY ARTIST <div class="_1x1">
<div class="userContentWrapper">
<div class="_wk">
<span class="userContent"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWTZMO2746i5Lk9uJ5w2ZHc0WnIukoigX5FwmW-sWZdJKK8IX2jIMNKhUdFNOEp-Fx1DPa44srNgX64BwuzcdJCirA3OE84yvyYji21AzziEcZ0Jo_8NsCV4hoI0-wKgCy4mDs48FjZ45V/s1600/After+the+Fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWTZMO2746i5Lk9uJ5w2ZHc0WnIukoigX5FwmW-sWZdJKK8IX2jIMNKhUdFNOEp-Fx1DPa44srNgX64BwuzcdJCirA3OE84yvyYji21AzziEcZ0Jo_8NsCV4hoI0-wKgCy4mDs48FjZ45V/s320/After+the+Fall.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="_wk">
<span class="userContent">An artist friend of mine posted on Facebook today this question... </span><br /><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]"></span></div>
<div class="_wk">
<span class="userContent"> </span></div>
<div class="_wk">
<span class="userContent">"<i>What is visionary art? I see some artists claim that description, but it has my head scratching. Any ideas?"</i> The first reply posted came in the form of a wry question... </span><i><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">"They have visions of being an artist"? </span></span></span></i></div>
<div class="_wk">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">Realizing that at times, I have described myself as a "visionary artist", I decided to post the following response:</span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6459706}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span><i><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]"> </span></i></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<i><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]"> </span></i></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<i><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][1]">"</span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I
have used the term "visionary artist" to honor that the work is come
from a greater vision beyond my own limited self…a way of celebrating
the connection to a larger consciousness. This is what I understand
"visionary" to mean, but it is certainly a word that could contain a
rich variety of interpretations. I would love to hear how others see
it". </span></span></span></i></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<i><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span></i></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">Well, just offer that out to the universe, and one might expect a response from the "larger consciousness"....complete with all the sense of humor that it can provide! </span></span></span></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">A few hours later, I was working in my art studio. My giant converted dining room table is what I actually paint on. It stands next to my easel which I keep, tightened by levers, in a flat position. In a sort of reversal of purposes, I use this real easal as tabletop... makes sense?? </span></span></span></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"> </span></span></span></div>
<div class="UFICommentContent" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0]">
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]"><span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"><span id=".reactRoot[3].[1][2][1]{comment10200954456888826_6460012}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]">I needed to reach for a painting tool on another stand, and, as I did so, </span></span></span>leaned ever-so-lightly on my easel. The entire easel collapsed forward into my frantic arms. It had been loaded with paintings in progress, supplies, notes, slides….it was all there! Even as I was desperately trying to catch the falling objects and stave off the rest of the cascade, I started seeing pieces that might help me in my current work project. So I laughed as some answers to my creative searching, were literally tossed into my arms. Some reckless visionary artist I am….yes, I accept all help….even when it comes in forms that I would not choose. <br /><br />So by my definition, being "visionary" appears to be all about staying open.... as life hands me my "material", I may well find myself creating something entirely different than what I'd originally had in mind. I may find myself laughing in holy horror at the directions that things have gone. I may find myself throwing my hands up in the air, waiting for instructions on what I should do with the mess. Or, most likely of all, I will find myself just proceeding onward, trusting that the direction will be given as I go along. <br /><br />Ultimately, I believe that claiming the name of "visionary artist" is about affirming and following through on a commitment to staying open, holding an awareness that all that happens in life is potential material----an offering to transform and bring to wholeness whatever is given to us for that purpose. <br /><br /></span></span></span></div>
</div>
</div>
Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-4595832439983385012012-07-02T18:52:00.001-07:002012-07-02T18:52:16.456-07:00Citizens' Arrest<div>
On the next to the last night of my Sights & Sounds of Ireland Tour, I experience the most memorable event. All the other wonderful moments will be treasured, but this one above all the others, is indelibly etched in my mind.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Four of us were returning to our hotel at dusk along Dublin's Grafton Street (the main shopping area). Though not crowded, there was a comfortable number of people around, and we felt very at home. I dropped a few steps behind to take a photo of the other three (Rick, Jeff, & Patty) on my iPhone. As held up my iPhone to click the shot, a hand swooped up to grab the phone from my hand. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The sinking feeling of loss swept over me, immediately followed by my internal response, "No!" I spun around and gave chase to the thief and his two friends, shouting "Stop, thief!" repeatedly. Patty and Jeff heard me and immediately joined in, Patty, in good voice, yelling, "Help!", and Jeff, a retired teacher and coach of "track & field" took off with great speed. He hadn't run in years, but proved it was still in him! Rick didn't hear us, and was confused when he turned around and there was no sign of the three of us. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Other bystanders did join in the chase, including a musician with great running ability. 3+ blocks later, Patty & I caught up with the others at a pub, where we were told that a short blonde fellow had run into the building. As she & I turned the outside corner, we inadvertently blocked the escaping thief. He had been "flushed" out of the bathroom, where he had locked himself in, but had wriggled free of Jeff and the others. At that moment, he was re-captured along with one of his other companions (who was already being held). The young thief said that he had tossed away the iPhone. Two new friends and I re-traced the chase path, looking under cars and in the top of trash receptacles, but to no avail. But when we returned, we discovered that others had also gone searching and had found the phone, intact, along with my last photo taken----a blur of color as the theft took place.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I called Rick, who then re-joined us. The police came, took the report, and escorted the two 15-year olds (it turns out...) in their car. Also found on the thief was a wallet loaded with cash and credit cards (not mine....) The group surrounding us were thrilled over the citizens' arrest.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have given chase. It was an instinctive response. I am always very careful with keeping my belongings protected and out of sight and warn others to do so also, but it only takes one slip up. As it turned out, what could have been a very bad experience turned out to be a very positive one. The generous support of friends and strangers was heartening. I confronted the two boys, probably sounding more like a concerned mother than a theft victim, that they were "never to do that sort of thing again!" Most likely not a terribly effective lecture, but I imagine they will remember that people rise up together to stop wrong-doing. Maybe the consequences will help turn them in a better direction----one can hope. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qUonG_J0HSt5s-RRcAVc9V96S44qwXGcmdMJF79z8k89yGvX402e8FgRdpqszgc1xtcpNUxE0nogD6Pa4F8UnaBTzcfoD3bW_cCXRIZLj0LVTs_C9hOpd0WXV2it0P1KyEcK07Dh5KZf/s1600/Theft+in+progress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qUonG_J0HSt5s-RRcAVc9V96S44qwXGcmdMJF79z8k89yGvX402e8FgRdpqszgc1xtcpNUxE0nogD6Pa4F8UnaBTzcfoD3bW_cCXRIZLj0LVTs_C9hOpd0WXV2it0P1KyEcK07Dh5KZf/s320/Theft+in+progress.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45Z3Q3Lq_7wHx0qG9qhVyPsAQa31sNvyoKujCMGNTyrmHKl9HAAwbuqb139n2z8M3uEYItJZT4MiJQ3jLqLaZZgU0M9J9zz8XqurfhO9Vdqh8wNjNJLIxYohXuigMzUPRCNj9WCPhLPA4/s1600/Dublin+Track+&+Field.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj45Z3Q3Lq_7wHx0qG9qhVyPsAQa31sNvyoKujCMGNTyrmHKl9HAAwbuqb139n2z8M3uEYItJZT4MiJQ3jLqLaZZgU0M9J9zz8XqurfhO9Vdqh8wNjNJLIxYohXuigMzUPRCNj9WCPhLPA4/s320/Dublin+Track+&+Field.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div>
The following night, in front of our entire group, Rick presented Jeff, Patty, and me with our new "Dublin Track & Field" T-shirts. He probably best summed it up when he said, "No one gets between Gail & her camera"!</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-33534551059798881892011-12-31T08:33:00.000-08:002011-12-31T08:33:25.630-08:00Creativity Unleashed!!<br />
<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yesterday we held our 2nd annual Art Paint-in for the neighborhood kids. We converted our kitchen into an art studio and pulled out the art supplies. I showed them some ideas and then let them go wild! There was incredible enthusiasm, and one of the little boys exclaimed, “I really am an ARTIST!</span></div>
<div style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7qY4wVWlio/Tv85Hs7N6eI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5UbZrXHHEBo/s1600/Kid+Art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7qY4wVWlio/Tv85Hs7N6eI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5UbZrXHHEBo/s320/Kid+Art.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I had tried out some of these project ideas with some of my painter and writer friends a couple of days before. The reactions were remarkably similar from this older group of friends! It makes me smile to realize that all you need to release creativity is offer an open, encouraging environment, provide materials, demonstrate a few ideas, and then the group excitement and activity becomes contagious. My role simply becomes sort of a cheerleader, and much of it is simply staying out of the way. Too much of “me” would not allow enough of each individual to pursue their own experience. A little interaction, a lot of enthusiastic (and genuine) appreciation is all that is needed. Oh, and a little encouragement to bring out the quiet one....and a gentle reminder to the over-enthusiastic to share the materials. </span></div>Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-51195320574076500992011-12-24T06:48:00.000-08:002011-12-24T06:48:08.752-08:00"Testing....1,2...." Dreams within Dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDG-d_wcTdc/TvXlzKOVq4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/HWjNSpbRhU4/s1600/The+Conjurer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDG-d_wcTdc/TvXlzKOVq4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/HWjNSpbRhU4/s320/The+Conjurer.jpg" width="233" /></a></div>
What a strange dream! And yet it seemed to hold lessons for me.<br /><br />I was in a classroom, and we had huge exhibits set up in front of us, rather like a museum. We were taking a test, a final of sorts. The questions were in essay form, and they did not seem to fit what we had read and been taught. They were exploring a new level of our knowledge. It seemed the most important thing was to be able to find links, progressions, in the objects in front of us. The test ultimately seemed to be about what we could observe and how we could connect the parts insightfully and creatively. I wrote at great length for the first question, not realizing that there were two more to come. And so of course, I came under time constraints. That seemed to be the next test: Could I stay calm and clear-headed in the face of the brevity of time left to me? There were also questions about the color/tone of the objects (sort of an emotional knowledge or understanding). I was fairly panicked about the time element---trying to figure out if there was a way that I could somehow extend it. Then it started to dawn on me that I could simply walk away because this was just a dream. No consequences to be exacted because I had not completed the test. My life was elsewhere. <br /><br />I awakened with relief, only to start facing the tests of my day ahead. Could I make sense of the questions posed----they didn’t necessarily relate to my orderly idea of the material I should be tested on. The important part seemed to be what I could observe and how I could insightfully and creatively respond to every situation. Could I help connect the disparate parts in some meaningful way? Also working within time constraints----could I remain calm and clear-headed? Could I understand the emotions of those around me? Could I even ultimately be okay not answering all the needs and questions posed to me, knowing that my fuller life is actually elsewhere?<br /><br />Dreams within dreams.....how many layers to this great adventure of life?Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-44869517932357342482011-12-21T15:49:00.000-08:002011-12-21T15:49:01.899-08:00Windows on Winter Solstice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7OGUBv8CCc/TvJwX-nzuzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WaHt3qY18UI/s1600/From+Stone+to+Light+%2528Ireland%2529+-+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7OGUBv8CCc/TvJwX-nzuzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WaHt3qY18UI/s320/From+Stone+to+Light+%2528Ireland%2529+-+web.jpg" width="221" /></a></div>
<br />It is December 21 today, Winter Solstice, and we are having our exterior windows cleaned at this very moment. This seems a fitting thing to do, letting as much light in as possible on this darkest of days! <br /><br />I like this metaphor on several levels. First of all, it is wonderful to recognize that we can receive the help that we need in getting the light through. I am grateful to the man who is making this possible. I also know that we will need to do the cleaning on the interior side--again, a most fitting metaphor as we are responsible for clearing away the dust and debris that clouds our vision from inside ourselves. <br /><br />And the source! God gives us the light, generously, faithfully.... Sometimes it seems less than we desire, but daily it is replenished, and seasons wax and wane and circle ‘round. People through history have recognized the importance of welcoming the turning back towards the light. Winter solstice has been celebrated with gatherings of song and feasting throughout the ages. How fitting that Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus at this time of year----His presence brings light into our darkness and hope for the days to come.<br /><br />May you all see with brightness and clarity through this season and beyond!Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-21389961933701037452011-12-15T09:00:00.000-08:002011-12-15T09:00:33.393-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q02nUYSL9ho3-tymMgtcGVzxvmaT_vafUCJDQAwkapgeretltVDHqv_MiCKNiuwS_OwosEVP7jx8u4z7ut0Fk7bo8Zb55fqskGoBZKofITdQSg8gPsMoRMqbKxH5Bn3e4m7ne8TVndZT/s1600/Gail+E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q02nUYSL9ho3-tymMgtcGVzxvmaT_vafUCJDQAwkapgeretltVDHqv_MiCKNiuwS_OwosEVP7jx8u4z7ut0Fk7bo8Zb55fqskGoBZKofITdQSg8gPsMoRMqbKxH5Bn3e4m7ne8TVndZT/s1600/Gail+E.jpg" /></a></div>
Wow! I can blog again! Several months ago, I created a new website: www.gailspeckmann.com, but somehow in the process my blog connection disappeared. I created the website through iWeb on my Apple, and I love how it turned out in every other way except for this frustration. There are now over 100 prints available on my website, along with the originals. And I will be able to keep it updated myself----very empowering! I think I'll go ahead and try to publish this to make sure it is working....Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-22866839188896833172011-09-21T10:38:00.001-07:002011-09-21T10:38:54.156-07:00NewNew BlogGail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-32912741510869442512010-12-29T06:31:00.000-08:002010-12-29T06:31:13.689-08:00Farewell to Stewart, our Beloved CollieYesterday we had to say our sad good-byes to our Stewart. She was 12 years old and has brightened our lives with her loving spirit since the moment we adopted her just before her 1st birthday. Here is a true story I wrote about her from a year ago---offered as a small tribute to her.<br />
<br />
STEWART’S BIG ADVENTURE<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu66KJnVnXE5w2pMfOj3Afv6Z51_sUC8wbHSr-aQVZKYf37j9HMX4SL2o6zInN8lbkKxc1UAqHgyFNuaEuT2uq_lRGZhv2hNFPrWEtPc98Wjv0kXwpvXyXNjytVfyk-9Fbd4iJtuBWcJHP/s1600/Stewart+on+the+move.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu66KJnVnXE5w2pMfOj3Afv6Z51_sUC8wbHSr-aQVZKYf37j9HMX4SL2o6zInN8lbkKxc1UAqHgyFNuaEuT2uq_lRGZhv2hNFPrWEtPc98Wjv0kXwpvXyXNjytVfyk-9Fbd4iJtuBWcJHP/s320/Stewart+on+the+move.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Stewart, our 11-year old female collie, has slowed down quite a bit in the past few months. So a week ago we started her on a daily regimen, including ascription, glucosamine/chondroitin and fish oil. She has perked up considerably since then and has taken to re-asserting herself over Tinker , our 1 ½ year old collie) as the “alpha dog”.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
A few days ago Stewart and Tinker traveled with Rick and me to the lake cabin of good friends. They kindly lent us the use of their cabin while I was in Door County teaching a painting workshop. We put up flags in the yard to remind the dogs of their running space (as we have done with the “invisible fence” in our yard at home). Tinker surprised us by being very cautious and circumspect about not crossing the boundary. Stewart seemed somewhat oblivious to the border and wandered in and out, though never too far.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Yesterday morning as Rick was loading the car, and I was inside finishing the packing and tidying, Stewart took off through the woods. It was extremely windy, and the waves crashing on the shore drowned out all but the nearest sounds, and, from a dog’s perspective, also scattered all scents to the wind.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Rick and I began a 2 ½ hour search for Stewart through the deep woods and along the roadside. We became acquainted with neighbors all up and down the line. Lovely, generous people, who stopped to help us search. Sightings were reported, eventually from both sides of our cottage location. Stewart, though a very friendly dog by nature, was afraid to approach the strangers with their offerings of food. Rick and I called, we whistled, offered “car ride!” with excited voices, promised fabulous treats. These were to no avail, but eventually through helpful reports, we were able to find her. In the end, we figure that she covered over 3 miles---this from the dog who typically has preferred a prone position! It was undoubtedly the biggest adventure of her life!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
All I know is that I’m going to start taking what Stewart is taking. Perhaps you’ll spot me, a woman with silvering hair, running through the woods. Alongside the road in a car drively slowly with windows rolled down, Rick will be calling, “Come home, Gail….Come home!Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-33488987918537643112010-05-18T09:11:00.000-07:002010-05-18T11:30:29.791-07:00Morning Meditation A Prayer for the Coming Night<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Morning Meditation</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>A Prayer for the Coming Night</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UKD0jKD6NMqqfdSL2bC46m-CZW9njTuZM8Gq5dGut1fizDZgjTNpjOJaIZEHVUYIQUThdcMANzqXV5kb6cskP_GkMeZG8x8MqPWZNKKqM_hRxRiWOErKDcjNldaX8V_sr-YGrQVS9Nmw/s1600/Encircled+in+Light.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UKD0jKD6NMqqfdSL2bC46m-CZW9njTuZM8Gq5dGut1fizDZgjTNpjOJaIZEHVUYIQUThdcMANzqXV5kb6cskP_GkMeZG8x8MqPWZNKKqM_hRxRiWOErKDcjNldaX8V_sr-YGrQVS9Nmw/s320/Encircled+in+Light.JPG" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sunlight streams through my window;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The flame of my prayer candle reaches up in recognition to the sun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The relationship is blest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The great light from the sky...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My small light from the earth....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am answering, yes, I am answering,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I am saying YES!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are windows everywhere;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are candles lit in holy anticipation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The great light generously pouring in through every open window....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The small, hopeful lights of the earth, rising in recognition...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are answering, yes we are answering,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And we are saying YES!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">O Great Light, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Illumine our paths to find each other.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Help us join our small earth candles</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To create an amazing bonfire!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A bonfire to illumine dark earth through the long night</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the world has turned its face away</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">From your embracing light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are answering, yes, that we will be bearers of that fire,<br />
<br />
And we are shouting, "YES"!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gail Speckmann</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">May 18, 2010</div>Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-18844855059410853942010-04-26T21:47:00.000-07:002010-04-26T22:00:41.330-07:00The Ones that Show Up...<b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQ1iVjxVesb0mSVq0UEdA3WUskjhlKp08PP_bh1G8p47icNZkZhDSlecqtXHuzXapQ4MDvbnrrgbotILGGZfjzoPDaDQf11EmgTJ1lsmBisUEtFM-i2r8sx96xS2PE4Alp-DeHFr_2UHi/s1600/The+Ones+that+Show+Up.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQ1iVjxVesb0mSVq0UEdA3WUskjhlKp08PP_bh1G8p47icNZkZhDSlecqtXHuzXapQ4MDvbnrrgbotILGGZfjzoPDaDQf11EmgTJ1lsmBisUEtFM-i2r8sx96xS2PE4Alp-DeHFr_2UHi/s320/The+Ones+that+Show+Up.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">Each spring I have tulips that come up in my hosta hill on the side of the house. These tulips are “volunteers”. Nothing grows very readily in our wooded lot other than shade-loving plants. Certainly, I have never had success with tulips, which are perhaps my favorite flower. I am especially fond of the simple yellow tulips with black centers, and have painted them a number of times when I have purchased pots of them in early spring. After they are done blooming, the contents are dropped onto my hosta hill, to enrich the soil. (“Hot-house” or “forced” bulbs are not supposed to be able to re-bloom. Too much energy is used to get them to bloom in an unnatural cycle. So I make no effort to re-plant).<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">I was surprised a few years ago when a tulip plant showed up in my hosta hill and bloomed. It was of my favorite yellow variety! Now this plant now comes up faithfully and blooms every spring. This year, I was surprised to see the bulb had split into two plants, each bearing a bright yellow “cup”. And several feet away, another tulip of the same variety also has shown up and is blooming!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">Years ago, I decided on a gardening policy which has served me well each spring. I welcome back and rejoice over the plants that made it through the winter. I try not to dwell on which ones might not have come back. That had tended to make me feel disappointed in my gardening skills (which are pretty laissez faire at best), or even a little bitter, as if I felt that plants had somehow let me down by not showing up for the "attendance count".<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">This weekend and last I held my annual art show in our home. There is a tremendous amount of love and effort that go into the paintings created, but also into the preparation for the show. My husband, Rick, is equally committed to the process. Many, many invitations are sent out. There is much anticipation on our part as to who will come. We truly welcome anyone who is interested. Though we obviously need to have some buyers, we do not want people to feel pressure in that regard. It is a gift that we want to share with friends and family, and with new friends we may not yet know.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">Last weekend, the weather could hardly have been any nicer. After a long winter, of course, people are yearning to be outdoors. People’s lives are very full, very busy, and many people are very concerned about not spending additional money right now. Attendance for my art show throughout the weekend was fairly light, though it had a pleasant flow, with plenty of time to visit with people that wished to linger. During this past week we also had groups in (great week for me to take my turn at hosting events---the house is clean; the paintings are hung…). And we were among the most delighted when we heard that rain was forecast for this past Saturday, my last day of open house. Once again... light attendance, but wonderful people and visits. But, all told, the show itself was a fair enough financial success.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">It is difficult not to think about who did not come, especially those on our invitation list who have not attended year after year. My husband starts counting who has not come, but like the missing plants of my garden, I choose not to dwell on this. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">Of course, the light attendance and failure to respond also gives me <span class="GramE">cause</span> to reflect on the various gracious invitations I have received during the year, to which I have not been less than responsive. It provides a good opportunity for me to become more sensitive to what others have to offer. I also see numerous friends putting together wonderful programs and becoming discouraged about how hard it is to find participants. And my artist friends bemoan the fact that so little of their work sells.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">My tendency becomes wanting to show up for everyone and everything, knowing how hard people work and their need to feel supported. I also recognize that there are often times when I miss appointments, run late, and let people down.... “over-extending” has its down side too. I have come, the hard way, to the realization that everything does not “fit” for everybody and that we need to be okay with that. A good connection needs to be good for both parties; to pretend otherwise simply becomes a burden. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">Yet I have also concluded that it is still very important for us to really “see” and appreciate each other. We need to recognize each others' gifts, but only tie in more closely with them when they are a good fit for us too. But, we can all help those that we know by directing other people to them, those who might actually be a good or even great fit! However, we will never know how to do this, if we do not first learn to appreciate each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">So I choose to be thankful for the connections that were made this year during my art show. The people that took the time and effort to come, the ones that ask how things went if they were not able to attend….all of this is noticed, and it helps inspire me to continue on my path. Though I would love to have more of my friends come to see what I am doing, I bless them on their way, knowing that they have their own activities and needs…. that time pressures are real. And the offer of whatever gift I may bring to them remains open, whenever they might like to receive it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11pt;">Love and gratitude….I can’t help but wonder if, at some mysterious level, those yellow tulips came to bloom in my garden because they know how much I appreciate them….</span></i></b></div>Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-25490345461853128752010-02-21T16:05:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:05:11.236-08:00Lessons I have Learned from my Computer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUEdVwY37B-fRTEgFY8hSFKVjmUzQ7ZrQo9p6TtYGjOgjdkdr9CevkHtPb3GHD8Rw-9lyJW_7WWTNRaLRWM65T-lGzC5aKAK1P_2TDV1TdhYvPEEkQLuKCoDG3OirmwXx2N6hZs_Lggz4/s1600-h/Gail+on+the+Ferry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUEdVwY37B-fRTEgFY8hSFKVjmUzQ7ZrQo9p6TtYGjOgjdkdr9CevkHtPb3GHD8Rw-9lyJW_7WWTNRaLRWM65T-lGzC5aKAK1P_2TDV1TdhYvPEEkQLuKCoDG3OirmwXx2N6hZs_Lggz4/s320/Gail+on+the+Ferry.jpg" /></a></div>Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-60224872717619000492010-02-21T16:02:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:02:45.089-08:00Lessons I have Learned from my ComputerI have learned something from my computer. I should have----I have been spending enough time on it! I have been co-editing a book called Fearless Women, and it has been on a tight timetable. (The work has been considerable and intense, but I am very pleased with the results. The book will be released in July of this year).<br />
<br />
At times, during the past few weeks, I could almost hear my overloaded computer saying to me,…”I’m sorry, Gail, but you have over-stuffed me, and I simply can’t digest anything new. You will have to remove things before I can take on more!”<br />
<br />
When my computer decides that it has had too much, it goes into “safety” mode. The menu screen turns gray, and the computer operates only minimally. Those times in my life when I feel rather ashen gray myself, due to overload, I would do best to also keep things at my base line operating program.<br />
<br />
Ah yes…. time to weed out what no longer matters, and perhaps never did! Oh, how ridiculously reluctant I can be to do this thinning out! So my first modest step is to rid myself of duplicates. It turns out that I have multiple copies of the same photos in various files on my computer. There!...that wasn’t too hard! Liikewise, I begin to look in my own life----what personal possessions and activities exhibit duplication?<br />
<br />
Oh dear…further thinning is needed. It feels like having to let go of parts of my life (cling, cling….). I need to remember that my life is in the present, not in past history. So I would be wise to hold onto only what serves me well today and up ahead.<br />
<br />
And if I fail to cut back on what I am storing, there is the daunting possibility of the computer “crashing”, a complete shutting down. Sadly, I have experienced that before also in my life and do not want to go there again.<br />
<br />
Indeed, there were things that my computer would not longer perform. Also, there were days when I was away from home. Suddenly, I needed other people’s computers. I became dependent on their good will. Sharing time on a hotel computer; tying up time on computers belonging to friends! Being in the position of need was a good reminder to me to be courteous and responsible about my usage. It also reminded me that there will be times when I will be the one called upon to share and be gracious.<br />
<br />
<br />
Yes, life lessons are everywhere, even at our fingertips!, If we are paying attention. Be awake and alert. The universe is speaking to you!<br />
<br />
<br />
(A humorous and fitting postscript to this is that my computer would neither allow me to upload this printed word document or even “copy” to paste into my blog. I ended up having to take a photo of the screen and then re-type the entire piece again after my daughter helped de-frag and clear the computer. Is there a lesson in this somewhere---“where there’s a will, there’s a way”?, or is this some kind of cosmic humor being played out. Hmmmm…..)Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-25017849935141837952010-02-15T12:05:00.000-08:002010-02-15T12:05:39.171-08:00A Healing Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oXTbORa1sqpvzMCVV6RZ1nrvWvC-h4H0TP4qRpw9Y9vct5EK6seoR7bKiV9F_w0S0gYVHKZ4RKktf6_lYvYlWxQszfMdB8zmCJroZNGkJDO32AbHeCMcVpWNst0zmGG5144O_L4-go_B/s1600-h/Heart.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oXTbORa1sqpvzMCVV6RZ1nrvWvC-h4H0TP4qRpw9Y9vct5EK6seoR7bKiV9F_w0S0gYVHKZ4RKktf6_lYvYlWxQszfMdB8zmCJroZNGkJDO32AbHeCMcVpWNst0zmGG5144O_L4-go_B/s320/Heart.JPG" /></a></div>Here is the story behind this heart painting of mine. It goes out with my Valentines' greetings to whomever this story may touch. It contains pain, love, and humor... a fitting nod to this holiday.<br />
<br />
Several years ago, I had a painting in a juried show titled "Women Imaging Freedom and Peace". Each artist wrote about their art in a notebook available for viewing during the show. My painting "Poppies" (one of the prints on my website) was the piece I had in the show. My husband, Rick was out of town, and friends were unable to come, so I went to the opening alone. I read through all the women's stories after viewing their art. It was apparent that many of these women had been through some very difficult and painful experiences. In the room next to the gallery, there was a demonstration gathering of "mothers of the disappeared". The cumulative pain in these two rooms was palpable.<br />
<br />
That night when I returned home, I painted for hours. It felt like I was doing healing work. The heart that I was painting had a forward-pitched direction, moving from vibrational ripples of dark waters surrounding it towards an open, clear blue. <br />
<br />
Sometime well after midnight, my 17-year old son and a couple of friends who were staying the night came upstairs to see why I was still up. The painting was on the kitchen floor and I was still working away on it. In recent months I had noticed that the teenage boys seemed rather interested in the abstract paintings that I had been doing, so I thought they would be having a look. Instead I realized that they were looking at me. I could almost hear the voices in their heads saying, "Whoa, my Mom is not like this!..." I slipped into the bathroom and took a look at myself. My face was flushed, my eyes were blazing...I had to admit that I was quite a sight! The painting complete, I headed to bed for a short night of sleep.<br />
<br />
The next morning I was supposed to be painting in a garden setting for a local greenhouse. Since I was very tired and more or less just part of the decor, I just stirred around doing minor things to another painting that had been well underway. People would stop by and visit. One of them was my friend, Melanie, who had her young daughter along with her. While we were chatting, Hannah looked down at my feet, and asked, "Mrs, Speckmann, why do you have on two different shoes"? (Now, in my defense the two black walking shoes looked very similar. However, they were different enough that a 7 year old could discern the variation).<br />
<br />
What can I say? Healing is hard work! But every time I look at this painting of mine, beyond the initial stab of pain, I always feel a smile coming on. And that is part of the healing too.Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-68984059187004529562010-02-11T12:12:00.000-08:002010-02-11T12:12:22.995-08:00Part II Eulogy for Aunt Jan: The Art of ConnectionThis is the follow-up to my story about my Aunt Jan in my previous blog. This does not negate what I wrote earlier; I still believe that she had artistically unfulfilled dreams. Of course, that is what I would pick out; as an artist myself, this is my focus, my chosen window.<br />
<br />
My sisters, mother, and I spent a week out on Whidbey Island planning and attending my Aunt’s funeral and helping to close out the earthly details of her life. This included clearing her home of 91 years of the collection of things she loved. During my time out there, I was reminded and constantly reinforced about things that I already knew about my Aunt. <br />
<br />
Yes, my Aunt did have a very special collection...people. For her entire life she was very interested in people, sharing in their sorrows and joys, and offering help selflessly. At the funeral and around town, before and afterward, people constantly told us about her open and cheerful presence. She was often the first to welcome a new person at church; she noticed when a public employee seemed down. Strangers would open up to her with their stories. She would plunge right in, with the innocence of one who assumes the world is loving. (One of the most treasured moments came when we found a photograph album of when she was very little---her parents surrounding her, absolutely adoring her....little wonder that this became her view of how things should be). This sometimes led to her feeling re-buffed. Most people aren’t used to having that kind of direct force field coming at them. And I do know from personal experience that her love could, indeed, be overwhelming. Her good intentions often left her blind to the wishes of others. And she wrote many a scathing letter if she felt she had been wronged, mostly to companies about disappointing products or services.<br />
<br />
One of the main things that she saved were copies of endless correspondence that she had written and received from friends and family members over those 9 decades. And did she write! Everywhere her home was filled with copies of letters she had written---single-spaced, typed words which she extravagantly underlined, highlighted, and circled (usually in red). The letters were not written for posterity. (She specifically requested that they be destroyed upon her death). No, these letters were written for the immediate connection with another person or persons, much of it a documentation of life. And who is to say that this is not at least as important a reason to write?<br />
<br />
My sisters and I were amused to find an old magazine clipping titled “How to be a Constructive Wife” with 14 points to the test. She wrote (to her husband, my uncle), “I pass all 14, I think you’d agree?” I, of course, wouldn’t even submit myself to the test....standards from a bygone era. And yet, I have to acknowledge her accomplishment of being that “Constructive Wife”, a once highly esteemed art form indeed!Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-57738186861505985252010-01-15T22:31:00.000-08:002010-01-15T22:39:28.572-08:00Eulogy: Lessons from my 91-year old Aunt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnW2CrCmbG0Vc2J8E2h0PawI31bY9IMjqjxwCSZVs0ApOi2-68Dsbb_d3j-_ppFLq6aw9jNE0kEvWW3cJzrAeGWjvcMZHguWc7wGYSzibnAEXkIyIBdy3tSbbIeVny2_UzvNwOYsT5P_3/s1600-h/Aunt+Jan%27s+Art+Lesson+at+90!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnW2CrCmbG0Vc2J8E2h0PawI31bY9IMjqjxwCSZVs0ApOi2-68Dsbb_d3j-_ppFLq6aw9jNE0kEvWW3cJzrAeGWjvcMZHguWc7wGYSzibnAEXkIyIBdy3tSbbIeVny2_UzvNwOYsT5P_3/s320/Aunt+Jan%27s+Art+Lesson+at+90!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427223449300345122" /></a><br />My 91-year old aunt passed away this week. Aunt Jan was a fine and caring woman who did many good things for others. She had a strong faith and a loving marriage, but also had many sorrows and much loneliness in her life. While still single and in her late 20's, she suffered a terrible, injurious assault. Now, we understand that the severe back pain that suffered for the rest of her life was undoubtedly exacerbated by untreated post-traumatic syndrome. It became a dominating theme in her life. <br /><br />My aunt and uncle moved often during their marriage, and he traveled a great deal with his work. Her only pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. She grieved her whole life over having no children. Widowed 8 years ago...my two sisters and I were her only next of kin. And we were 3000 miles away. We loved each other very much, yet the physical distance and our own busy lives did not allow for a very close relationship. Though I know she would have welcomed more attention, she was very respectful of our independent lives.<br /><br />There is something that my Aunt Jan did not do that I think could have brought much joy and satisfaction in her life. A naturally sensitive woman, who loved beauty in all its forms, she never undertook pursuing her own creative interests. Throughout her life she wished she could paint, write poetry, play the violin or piano...yet she never took the steps to develop these interests. Yes, she was busy helping and caring for others. Yes, she was available to be supportive to her traveling husband. I believe, though, that there was something else that stood in her way. Her senses, already well refined, recoiled at having to go through the awkward stages of learning. At one time my mother encouraged her to take piano lessons. She demurred saying that she did not want my uncle to have to hear her struggle along. She always spoke longingly of taking up her artistic interests once she was in heaven, adding with a good-humored twinkle, “where she wouldn't have to practice to get good".<br /><br />I visited Aunt Jan in the fall of 2008. She had just turned 90 years old. I was teaching painting classes in Seattle, so when I went to visit her on nearby Whidbey Island where she lived, I decided that she and I would paint together. She protested, saying she couldn't possibly do that, but being in the early stages of dementia, she was more amenable to guidance. I forged ahead setting out paints, water, brushes, and paper. I told her that she could paint in heaven, but I was here on earth. And if she wanted a head start, we were going to do it here! Even as she continued to deny her capability, she began stroking the vivid colors onto the paper. Swirls and flowers and hearts and stars...it all came out in a rush, and I could see the innocent delight and amusement on her face. The next day I took her to the local Senior Center and we visited a painting class. The teacher and the other students were warm and welcoming. I was hopeful that she might decide to come back, with their encouragement; a friend of mine would be available to bring her. But though she happily put up her "art lesson" in her home, she never went back or went any further on her own.<br /><br />I cannot help but think that her life could have been much happier if she had, at an earlier age, chosen to pursue her passions. The creative urge is so universal. And there are so many varied avenues. It does not matter whether it comes in these forms for which she longed, or in the myriad other ways---cooking, crafts, gardening, restoring furniture or cars, forming collections---on and on endlessly. <br /><br />Generous-hearted and loving woman that my Aunt Jan was, and I believe still is, I know that she would want me to share this message with others:<br /><br />Pursue your creative life; do not fear failure or the clumsiness of learning. It is so very much worth the effort. The gift we give through creating, the shared interest with like-minded people, the joy found in times of solitude...<br /><br /><br />Aunt Jan, I hope that you are having a marvelous time in heaven! And even if you find that you still have to “practice to get good”, do enjoy the journey!Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-60602472469262787302009-12-23T15:08:00.000-08:002009-12-25T19:14:01.365-08:00Wrapping and Opening....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3D2R8h_4xhwLCRbizgOAC3l0S7t0RVVq3-w7wCWg3HZUGOo5YlnTQ0aFIrZOKyQgwqPf0OayQzigb1vzKztrBLuKedcX7igYpbgQU84m2LmP1FhikpmBBQfPQqYHrdDQma4ffewrQDeu/s1600-h/Earth+wrapped+in+its+Blanket+of+Snow.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3D2R8h_4xhwLCRbizgOAC3l0S7t0RVVq3-w7wCWg3HZUGOo5YlnTQ0aFIrZOKyQgwqPf0OayQzigb1vzKztrBLuKedcX7igYpbgQU84m2LmP1FhikpmBBQfPQqYHrdDQma4ffewrQDeu/s320/Earth+wrapped+in+its+Blanket+of+Snow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572570614130466" /></a><br /><br />Today I find myself musing about the wrapping and unwrapping of gifts. I suspect you are thinking, who has time for that right now? (I’m lying low at the moment, wrapped in a blanket, recovering from a cold). <br /><br />Wrapping has always been a significant part of our Christmas holiday. But in the year 2009, this activity is all but absent for me. Our children, in their mid-to-late twenties, have decided that they would rather do something special as a family rather than “get more stuff” (what music to parental ears!…) Our own siblings and parents are preferring to go the route of charity donations. Friends are opting for lunches out together over gifting each other. Even gifts that we have purchased or made for others in need are to be left exposed, so as to reach the appropriate recipients. <br /><br />So I am wrapping and unwrapping only in my mind…<br /><br /><br />And what is wrapping all about anyway? Here are some thoughts.<br /><br />Wrapping is about celebrating a gift, something special, by covering it so as to be beautiful and enticing. We not only wrap our presents, but also our homes and our very selves in color and brightness as we enjoy the beauty of life.<br /><br />Wrapping is about keeping something hidden until the fullness of the time comes for its opening. Like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, there is a perfect moment to come forth.<br /><br />Wrapping is about protection. In these very snowy days ahead, hopefully, our homes and our vehicles are well-insulated. And it is important that we protect ourselves with warm coats, gloves, and boots. Our bodies are vulnerable to the elements. Even the infant Jesus needed to be wrapped in swaddling cloths.<br /><br /><br />And the significance of the opening….<br /><br />Unwrapping is about connection---the giver and the receiver are joined in a joyfully shared moment.<br /><br />Unwrapping is about releasing the gift into the world, openly revealed in its beauty and purpose.<br /><br />Unwrapping is about the natural process of gestation, birth, and maturation---the great turning wheel of life with its beauty of change---that often resisted gift from the passage of time.<br /><br /><br />Here is my virtual gift to you…<br /><br />A prayer that you will find yourself wrapped in love and protection throughout the Christmas season and that you may open up in joy and strength for the New Year ahead! Blessings for you in 2010! GailGail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-51490083005272817102009-12-18T15:38:00.000-08:002009-12-18T15:39:26.629-08:00CHOICES: Cry of the Earth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSV98gcxlz463KZdv1vWvvq6CPP7rOmZUunjQnMpywj_nD_TKo6nGjOSzPpQ5Vetfpz1PC-gTsNF8YHjbNDXSd-ahg7eEA8P6LOxhuyAcqmqOlB9kOjL6itjs1seVg3Pg-qMfwv7JUONL/s1600-h/Bright+Dawn.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSV98gcxlz463KZdv1vWvvq6CPP7rOmZUunjQnMpywj_nD_TKo6nGjOSzPpQ5Vetfpz1PC-gTsNF8YHjbNDXSd-ahg7eEA8P6LOxhuyAcqmqOlB9kOjL6itjs1seVg3Pg-qMfwv7JUONL/s320/Bright+Dawn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416724829303930466" /></a><br /><br />I tried to place this entry on Facebook a few weeks ago, but it was about 3 times too long! That's when I finally decided to start blogging. As we now near the end of the Copenhagen conference, it seemed like an appropriate time to include it in my new blog.<br /><br />Reflecting today on this most recent dire report about what we are doing to our environment, this poem came to me. (written 11-18-09 by Gail Speckmann)<br /><br />CHOICES<br /><br />“One more thing, just one more thing…” <br />The words fall with their hollow ring. <br />“We have more pressing things to do,” <br />(Before we face this sad milieu). <br /><br />On and on our litany goes. <br />It never stops; it never slows. <br />But our wounded world will at last be heard<br />She cries out her grief as injury grows.<br /><br />Ours excuses mount through procrastination. <br />The issues build, the devastation <br />Reaching the point of no return. <br />For it is “now or never” that we must learn. <br /><br />"One more chance, just once more chance!" <br />We plead ‘til we’ve danced that final dance. <br />The options that had been open before <br />Will be lost, behind a bolted door. <br /><br />So out of balance, our world is tipping <br />Reach out to catch it; cry out to the Source. <br />Countless arms must work together <br />To right the Earth upon its course. <br /><br />If we pass the point of “no return”,<br />A next chance might come, but eons away ,<br />Gray shadows of night will seem unending, <br />Before, once again, the world sees bright day. <br /><br />Earth cries for action from a visionary view. <br />Strong hearts and wills could still set the world anew! <br />We have been warned of hard consequences all along, <br />Wisdom from the childhood song: <br /><br /><br />“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, <br />Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. <br />All the King's horses, And all the King's men <br />Couldn't put Humpty together again!” <br /><br />Gail Speckmann c2009Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-8996908177277721772009-12-15T11:10:00.000-08:002009-12-15T11:11:29.172-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJln-cbk96B4bLVBV4MQN61ymn8DOwL5anIlM6gkorqvf36a-hs8d25RfH6c1r2wN3A7xW-W05jtAmBajg2-YFbcGsSsHzNeEUc612JSNJJ0FAn0uqblugQrOnW9ns9nCF423jD1ayuwp/s1600-h/Friends.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJln-cbk96B4bLVBV4MQN61ymn8DOwL5anIlM6gkorqvf36a-hs8d25RfH6c1r2wN3A7xW-W05jtAmBajg2-YFbcGsSsHzNeEUc612JSNJJ0FAn0uqblugQrOnW9ns9nCF423jD1ayuwp/s320/Friends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415542611960509506" /></a>Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-34293707632092063322009-12-15T10:54:00.000-08:002009-12-15T10:56:19.689-08:00Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-28733363005365993642009-12-14T12:25:00.000-08:002009-12-15T10:54:26.036-08:00"Artists!!….What are they thinking!?*#"<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CPCUSER%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style="">This is my second blog entry from my own experiences that may help illustrate why I would want to take up this writing project. <span style=""> </span>My initial plan is to write as often as I feel I have something to say and the time to do it. In other words, this will not be a daily journal, but hopefully one worth your time to read.<span style=""> </span><o:p>
<br /></o:p></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><span style="font-size:16pt;">"Artists!!….What are they thinking!?*#”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Several years ago I helped my 17-year old daughter enter a couple of her photographs that she’d taken into a juried art show.<span style=""> </span>I helpfully attached the labels on the back:<span style=""> </span>“Recess in <st1:place st="on">Bermuda</st1:place>” (children on a playground) and “Friends” (our collie lovingly licking our panicked rabbit’s head).<span style=""> </span>When the juried results came back in the mail, “Recess in <st1:place st="on">Bermuda</st1:place>” had been accepted; “Friends” had not.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I went to pick up the rejected piece.<span style=""> </span>I arrived there and was handed back the photograph of the children on the playground.<span style=""> </span>Puzzled, I queried if the exhibit helper was returning the wrong piece.<span style=""> </span>So he took me into the beautifully hung exhibit, not yet open to the public.<span style=""> </span>There, hanging on the wall was the portrait of our collie and rabbit interacting, along with the title card clearing reading “Recess in <st1:place st="on">Bermuda</st1:place>”.<span style=""> </span>I laughed and laughed, imagining how the public might have shaken their heads over the title….”Artists….What are they thinking!?*#”</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Yes, it is true that artists often have a different way of looking at life.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes we have valuable and unique insights to offer. But, as you can see, sometimes we’re just plain mixed up!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope you will enjoy this colorful, “full spectrum” journey with me as I blog of the humorous, the serious, and of whatever amazing moments of life have caught my attention.<span style="">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=""></span></p>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=""></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">
<br /></span></p> Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015450081478430751.post-13710441968050488152009-12-07T12:37:00.000-08:002009-12-24T06:37:42.284-08:00Third Eye / Third Ear<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">One early morning a few years ago, I was standing in the middle of street in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Fish Creek</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Wisconsin</st1:state></st1:place>, taking photos from various angles.<span style=""> </span>A pedestrian called to me from the sidewalk and asked “What do you see that I don’t?’’<span style=""> </span>I responded light-heartedly, “Oh, I see lots of things that you don’t---I’m an artist!”<span style=""> </span>“Ah,” he spoke back, philosophically, “That’s right---you artists have that “third eye” open!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, as a writer also, I need to keep my “third ear” open too!<span style=""> </span>I hope you will enjoy the art and poetry that I intend to share with you.<span style=""> </span>Creativity is a joy-filled act in which I participate, but, at its best, the inspiration comes from beyond.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Looks like this playful painting of myself still needs more eyes and ears!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>(See photo at top of my blogsite).Gail Speckmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15557228211181697464noreply@blogger.com1