Archive for April, 2009

Oh, the places your writing can take you…

I now know what Natalie Goldberg means when she talks about just sitting down to write “first thoughts” and letting the pen take you anywhere it deems necessary.  I began my morning writing time in the present moment and by letting my mind take complete control, I found myself remembering back to high school band.  From high school, I digressed even further to the 4th grade when I was the new girl on the block and unfortunately made up a story about being a baton twirler in my previous 9 years of life.  I wanted so badly to be the drum majorette for the homecoming parade so I lied about my past experience. 

Unfortunately, this experience caused a competition between me and another 4th grader that lasted way too long.  It wasn’t really a competition because she was “perfect” in everything she did whereas I focused more on the social aspect of my education and extra-curricular activities.  Unfortunately, there was a bigger reason besides the competitive nature of this girl.  I didn’t find out until years later, but as I wrote about her morning, it occurred to me that maybe she was competing with me on a level much different than I would have imagined.  Maybe, just maybe, my life, along with all it’s chaos and spontaneity, was something that she desperately wanted and that perfectionism and being top-dog wasn’t necessarily such a spot to be coveted.

Full Circle Creativity

Six weeks ago I started another class at The Loft.  This Ideas Intensive class was something I approached with great trepidation yet knew I desperately needed.  When our instructor, Sarah, told us that we were even going to “collage”, my heart started to palpitate and my underarms began to drip with sweat.  I made it through the collaging class.  Not only did I “like” collaging, I actually started thinking of doing more of it on my own time.  I scoped out a couple collaging blogs and made travel plans to go to Colorado to collage with my mother-in-law.  She’ll call it “scrapbooking”, but I’m sticking to “collaging.”

I noticed through the 6 week class that I really did have neat ideas buried in my little noggin and that it was OK to let myself engage my creativity.  On a beautiful spring day last week, I took George, (remember, my new Nikon D-90?), down to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden where I allowed my mind to openly view the sculptures and to shoot for the fun of it.  Letting loose and eliminating perfectionism is what I’m calling it.

Enjoy the garden through my eyes:

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There’s Nothing Like a Baby

 

A baby girl was born yesterday in Loveland, Colorado.  She isn’t just any baby girl, she’s my niece, and being the good and unbiased aunt that I am, I dare say she is the most beautiful little being that God created!

 Baby Katherine (Kate) Elaine Ward

 It’s such a precious gift how a tiny little baby can make our hearts soften, put a smile on our faces, and make us talk in high voices.  Yesterday, baby Kate did just this for me at a time when I really needed it.  My world stopped; everything that was hustle and bustle came to a screeching halt as I squealed in joy when I found out she was finally here, and later as I saw her very first picture.

The lesson I learned yesterday from baby Kate was that nothing in life is so important that it should prevent us from seeing the everyday joy in our surroundings and the overall beauty in life.  Kate’s arrival filled my heart with such joy for her parents, brother Ryan, grandparents, extended family and friends, that I decided I want to feel like that every day, and every moment-not just when a beautiful baby comes into my life.

So thank you Julie & Don, for bringing baby Kate into this world!  May we all talk in high voices every day, and may we all squeal in glee at the “little things” in life. 

I already love you, baby Kate and cannot wait to meet you!

Love, Auntie Joni

Is it possible to be TOO tired?

It’s 2:26 pm and I still sit at my kitchen counter with hair stuck out on end and in my favorite PJ’s, Birkenstock’s, and sweatshirt.  I can’t do anything else but sit and stare at this computer screen.

I managed to get out of bed this morning at the normal hour for the sole purpose of getting Mikey off to school and Chris off to his first business trip for Capella.  They were gone no more than 2 minutes when I ran back to the bedroom and crawled into my beautiful bed with my beautiful and warm pooches.  I don’t think I really went back to sleep, but at least I was prone and relaxed.

For 10 days now, my life has been a whirlwind of events, planned and unplanned, which has caused me to lose a great deal of my precious and much loved sleep.  The weekend before last was the Advanced Hockey Tryouts and I worked 49 hours in 3 days with that program.  Monday of last week, Tonya came down to finish final preparations for her wedding which took place on Saturday, so there was a great deal of excitement and work here at the Bonnell home that caused me to reduce my sleep intake.  On Thursday, the cooking began and it didn’t cease until Saturday.  Well, when you feed nearly 150 people and you don’t have a clue what you’re doing, it doesn’t take long for chaos to arrive.

The wedding went off without a hitch so all I need to do now is sleep and regroup.  I have done NO writing which just pisses me right off, but I have mentally planned out my office space once Adara leaves the nest next Monday, so I am all jazzy-pazazzy about that.  I suppose I can hold off just one more week before getting what I want and need.  I can write, make my little collages to help with the creative process, (thanks a ton, Sarah!), and maybe even attempt to start the scrapbook I wanted to make to remember Adara’s engagement/wedding.  I’ve signed up for a Photoshop class to start working again with my digital pictures, (oh how I love George!), and who knows what else I will create in that little room of mine.

So, maybe for now I’ll allow myself a nap.  I generally beat myself up and feel wimpy when I need to rest during the day, but today it really can’t be helped-I am shot.  Goodnight.