The Rest Of The Story

I don't know how many of you remember Paul Harvey.  He passed away last year and I kind of miss his radio spots he used to do where he told "the rest of the story."  It was always interesting.  One story in particular stands out in my mind. 

He told about a man who was well off but lived in spartan conditions, he would donate lots of money to various charities and he even put a nephew through the seminary.  He was very kind to many people throughout his life.  But very few really knew about the man's private life or all the good deeds he did until after his death.  The man turned out to be Andy Warhol who of course always seemed so flamboyant in his public life.  But that was an artistic diva-esque persona he played because at that period in time it was expected.

Today I am going to tell you the "rest of the story" about the things I post.  It won't be as lovely as anything Mr. Harvey would have told, but it might help you understand just a tad more.

I stay up all night working.  I don't go to bed until about 5:00-6:00 AM after R has left for work.  I sit down here in my creative space working on whatever latest thing I am making.  While I do that I watch TV and I think about things.  All sorts of things...some of those things would probably make you scratch your head in puzzlement.  Two nights ago I was hand sewing, watching The Incredible Mr. Limpet and thinking about a theory I have on the Higgs Bosun particle and why it's so elusive.  Not to worry I won't bore you with it.

The point is I think about a LOT of things, all kinds of things...in depth.  That's the way it is at night when it's quiet and no one is talking to you for hours.  The mind goes to these places usually prompted by something else.  

At 4:30 R gets up for work, I go see him off, pour a small cup of coffee and come back down here which is usually when I make my blog posts. 

I keep telling myself that I should make them during the day.  When I make daytime posts they always seem less...esoteric.  I suspect that sometimes you read what I write and wonder to yourself what brought me to that place and made me want to post that thing.  Especially since I always say it's important to have continuity to your work, but yet I certainly don't apply that to my blog.

Like yesterday's post.  There was more behind that than what you read.  It was an offshoot of a conversation I was in the middle of earlier in the day.  I had been mentally chewing on it for a while before I got here.

Sometimes I go back and read my posts and I think wow, people must think I am the strangest creature on the planet, when really I am only in the top twenty or so!  *gigglesnorts*

We have been discussing on a forum I frequent about blogging and what people might want to read or not read.  I have no idea what people want to read.  Half the time I am not even sure why I post what I do or if I want to read it.  But maybe you will understand now if it seems odd it's because I have been up all night by the time I get to posting.

Thankfully blogs are like art and they are subjective...I am also thankful that you come to read it anyway and leave the kind comments that you do...and that no one has sent men in white coats to haul me away yet!

A Magical Weekend

First of all I would like to thank every person who stopped by my blog to have tea and leave kind comments on my Mad Tea Party post.  (If you missed it, it's in the previous post.)  I would also like to welcome all my new followers, it's lovely to have you!

It was kind of a crazy weekend for me, so while I didn't have time to leave as many comments in return as I would have liked, I visited

every

single

blog

on

the

list!!!

 WHEW~

And I must say there are some wonderfully talented people in this world!  It was such fun to see every one's  party posts.

But before I got to do that, I got up Saturday morning and R took me for a day away.  He figured I needed one.  We went to the Renaissance Festival.  We go every year (yes we are dorks) but it's a fun day outside and we get to drink beer and eat steak on a stake.  I am not much of a beer drinker except for when I go there, go to Mexico and on Saint Patrick's Day. 

While I didn't hit it with my usual shopping gusto for reasons you know from previous posts...I still had a great time and managed to add to my magical pot collection.  They are made by a lovely local lady.  Aren't they sweet and you would die if you knew how inexpensively she sells them!  Unfortunately she doesn't have a website.

But now you know what it takes to make teddy bears besides stuffing and mohair!

Just for kicks, I also visited a fortune teller while we were there.  Is that the PC term?  I am not sure.  Anyway...I was surprised by what she had to say.  For one thing she told me things some very accurate things about myself that she couldn't possibly have discerned simply from any facial expressions or anything I might have been wearing.  I am ever the skeptic you know.

She told me quite a few things, one of which was that I would taking a trip over seas in the Fall even though I couldn't see how that might happen right now.  We shall see!

One of the first things she said was that I had been going through some money woes that would right themselves very soon and that things would be where I wanted them by next Spring.  I sincerely hope she is right!

She also said that I should write a book.  *Insert grimace here*  I get it already!  Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE tells me I should write a book, but it's just not that easy!  I have been trying darnit!  I get distracted by fuzzy objects too easily.  *giggles*

The only thing I specifically asked her at the end of the session was if she had any insight on why I have had this run of bad luck.  She said something that made perfect sense after consulting her cards.  She said that usually I am very focused and in control - more so than most people - and that I am very connected to God.  But lately when things started going awry I got scattered and lost control , and that I couldn't get it back together and focus for a while.  That just kind of reaffirms what I figured out two posts ago. 

She also told me I am intuitive myself, and I replied with "Well I have allergies and I can't wear a watch, so it makes perfect sense."  She stared at me very long and hard for a full minute...so maybe it didn't make perfect sense to her?  I wasn't going to go into a speech about electrical bursts in the brain, magnetite crystals and dendrite pathways though.

The weekend went off with only one mishap, and it wasn't much really.  A guy bumped into me and I spilled an entire beer down the front of me.  I had only one sip before I wore it.  But in the larger scheme of things that's not so bad. 

All in all between the Ren Faire and the Tea Party it was a pretty magical weekend!

I hope yours was as well!  Hugs, K. <3

PS...I just discovered Liberty Bunny made it into an article in the Storque on June 24th...how fun is that!

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Defining The Dream

If you have been reading my last few blog posts, you can probably tell that I am rather unsettled. Now as a disclaimer, I have to tell you that they have put me on a medication that is altering my mood and state of mind a little bit. But aside from that, I couldn't figure out why I am so obsessed with being in a rut or trying to find new perspective until this morning.

While soaking in the tub I read an article about a woman who has finally realized her dream as an artist and is living it. These types of stories abound, and they always leave me feeling happy for the person the article is about because I have been able to live my dream as well...right?

But suddenly this morning I wasn't sure if I was? If I was being interviewed for an article and someone asked me what my dream is, I would probably say to make bears forever. But when it gets right down to brass tacks, that's rather vague.

If someone asked you, could you truly define your dream? Has it changed from what you initially set out to do? If so why did it change? In my case, I realized that it has changed, but I am not sure to what? Of course my dream is still to make bears...but what do I want to do with that? What kind of bears do I really want to make? When you live your dream it becomes reality, so we need a new dream to strive for. Somewhere to take our original vision after we have accomplished what we set out to do. I think ultimately that's why I am unsettled. I don't know where I want to go exactly.

That's something I need to figure out. Just two days ago I was giving someone advice on how to figure out which direction they wanted to go...I think it's time to take my own advice.

Now with the meds, and my unsettled state of mind, I can't say for sure what the rest of the weeks posts will hold. In fact I never know what my posts will be until I start writing them.

I have read that many people plan and even orchestrate their blog posts. I try doing that sometimes and I never end up writing about what I intend to. Life is a journey, blogging is a journey, and even defining our current dream can be a journey. We will see where that road takes me. You're all welcome to come along for the crazy ride!