What They Say …

Glasses with pink handmade paper

Lately, I find myself thinking about “they says.” You know, those statements that we encounter in life that are spoken as truisms. Perhaps meant to be helpful guides like …

Once a cheater always a cheater.

Hmmm. How helpful is that?

The date of my last post – June 24th – hits me right between the eyes with another “they say.” They say that a blogger should never leave their blog unattended for a long period of time without making an official “I am on a blogging hiatus” statement. They say it’s bad business. (They also say “right between the eyes” is a cliché and writers shouldn’t use clichés.)

Well, I say:
What if
I didn’t know I was going to take a hiatus?
What if
life happened – as it so often does – and I just got caught up in living it and wasn’t in the space to write about it?
What if
I just wanted to BE in the experiences? (Some of which were very cool, by the way, and will be shared here.)
What if I’m not a writer and just a gal with a messy room?

BESIDES, who are THEY anyway? And where do THEY get their information? I mean, they must really get around because they have a lot to say. I’m guessing their information to be inspired by past experiences but whose past? Yours? Mine? Anybody we know? (Oops! They say don’t ask too many questions without offering answers.)

Well, I have no answers but I do have a project idea. If you are reading this and presently grappling with a “they say” that doesn’t serve you, dump it here. Debunk it here. And give me a “What if” or a “So what.” OR, if you have a “they say” that is helping you now (there are a few of those around) feel free to share it here and we’ll give you an “Amen” !

Here’s one to get you started:
They say it is better to give than receive.
What if there were no receivers?
Would it still be better?
Or frustrating?
Or frustratingly better?

Is there a “they say” (or two) floating around in your day-to-day life that you’d like to share or clear out? This is the place to do it … I don’t care what they say!

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58 thoughts on “What They Say …

  • October 19, 2011 at 8:44 am

    They say lifes to short!!!

    • October 19, 2011 at 8:53 am

      Ha! Great share, Mary! And another reason to select our “they says” mindfully! 🙂

  • October 19, 2011 at 10:21 am


    • October 19, 2011 at 6:37 pm

      I’m totally with “them” on that one, Sheryl!

  • October 19, 2011 at 11:27 am

    I love it. There are a bunch of they says that I can think of I just don’t feel like writing anymore right now. They say I should but I don’t feel like it. lol Great post!

    • October 19, 2011 at 6:38 pm


  • October 19, 2011 at 1:54 pm

    First of all, GREAT shot there! 🙂

    Second of all, I smell a rat… sounds like some “rules” out there withe the “they sayers”. I thought I plucked those rules out already? Hmmm… your post stirred up my they-sayer-fears…. Or actually, I had the fear mongers stirring anyway. You just reminded me they were there! Pesky things. Let us rebels live in peace!!! 🙂

    • October 19, 2011 at 6:41 pm

      Thanks, Juliette … I thought it was a bit fuzzy but I loved that paper … I’ll listen to what YOU say! As for the they-sayer-fears (love that btw) … rebels unite! Peace is at hand. 🙂

  • October 19, 2011 at 2:34 pm

    These days, my fav is that THEY say “60 is the new 50”. Well… I don’t know who “they” is/are – but, as someone going on 62, I can guarantee you they’re in all probability not 60, yet!

    As to “They say it’s better to give than receive” – I offer this as one of the “they”.

    From the Bible, Acts 20:35 (King James Version):

    I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.

    • October 19, 2011 at 6:48 pm

      LOL … a STRONG probability not, Metta!!!

      I do agree with that “they say” but I also realize that it is equally important to receive from those who wish to give … especially when something challenging happens. I find givers often have a hard time asking for help and JUST RECEIVING without feeling guilty if they cannot, at that moment, reciprocate. So, in a way, I see RECEIVING as GIVING as well … hmmm …. did that make sense? I think I am still digesting dinner … but I’m letting it fly and hitting “submit” …

  • October 19, 2011 at 3:43 pm

    They say that God never gives you more than you can handle. Is head-pounding and loud repetition of words banned in polite society “handling it?”

    • October 19, 2011 at 6:54 pm

      You can SAY IT LOUD as repeatedly as you like here, Mickey! You’re among friends, here! We can handle it!! But before you head-pound may I offer you a cookie? … heheheheh … That “God handle” part has to come one day at a time for me … the “More than I can handle” always seems to happen when I’m in the past or future … they say I’m quite the time-traveler. 🙂

      • October 20, 2011 at 10:22 am

        I knew I could count on you. Been a tricky week, but this too is passing, as “they say” it shall. I’ve not actually been doing the head-pounding, but there have been brief spurts of certain hard-edged words, which brought some relief.

        Love you!!

  • October 19, 2011 at 9:51 pm


    • October 20, 2011 at 7:08 am

      ieeeee!!! Especially one just under the nail, Sheryl … They say, be more careful next time 🙂

  • October 20, 2011 at 2:23 pm

    I was specifically addressing one of the most commonly used sources – to identify “they” for their use of “it’s better to give than receive”.

    To expand on that – yes, it is most important that there be receivers as well as givers. That’s how flow happens – and most importantly, works! It can’t all just go out, with nothing coming in – or, you end up empty – whether a person or a river…

    The “problem” is that many, if not most of us, were raised to believe what “they” said – which included that if we thought of ourselves that we were being selfish.

    Whenever someone has a challenge with receiving help, a gift or whatever, I just remind them that by not accepting they are not only blocking their flow – but, mine, too. Of course, that may be perceived as resorting to guilt – but, it’s it’s fair, when it comes to The Flow….

    Regarding “…never more than they can handle” Michele’s gonna be annoyed – but, my opinion is that only someone who hasn’t had that much (ok, I’m in a judgement mode) to handle would make that statement. And, I think it’s a “crock”.

    Obviously, those that take their lives, at least in that moment, thought they had more than they could handle. And, I understand, that on the spiritual level it’s because they felt disconnected to the God of their being – but.. we’re in human bodies, having a human experience and in their humanness very obviously to me they were having more than they could handle (whether people think it’s God-given or man-made).

    WOW – that vent felt good!! <3

    • October 21, 2011 at 3:34 pm

      YES IT DID, METTA … and you have an “Amen” on the “more than we can handle” part, as well! 🙂 But, of course, when the flow of giving and receiving is activated the “more” becomes “less” in the sharing of its “weight.” And I love it when you vent here, BTW …

  • October 22, 2011 at 12:33 am

    They us to say childern should be seen and not heard wow am I old school do you remember that one??

    • February 1, 2012 at 12:02 pm

      Yes, I do … and I say it was wishful thinking after a long day … hehehehe ….

  • February 1, 2012 at 10:28 am

    They say there is a “Divine Plan”. What wave brought me here?
    I don’t know. But something did.
    You have a great blog.

    • February 1, 2012 at 10:39 am

      Donna – I love seeing “great & “quirky” in the same comment. Bernadette has other threads you may enjoy exploring, too. Happy February!!

      • February 1, 2012 at 11:57 am

        Hey Donna! I was splashing around in the pond and here you are! Thanks for letting me know you were here … and I thank the “wave” that brought you. 🙂 I do not believe you arrived by accident. Quirky is a lot more fun than neat and tidy, eh? Come back … I’m revving up again … been a little distracted with other “creative” projects. Heheheh!

        And, Metta, girl!!! Thanks for welcoming Donna while I was out getting more caffeine injections. Love you! 🙂

  • February 1, 2012 at 4:35 pm

    They say that “the pain, is the reward” Not unlike,”the art is the mess.” It is the knowing that you can look on your floor, your table or where ever your mess is and see there laying like some incredible journey, every eureka moment, every experiment that worked and didn’t work, every mistake, every moment that made you laugh every frustration that made you cry and every challenge that you had overcome. It is the ability to walk away from it and know that you can walk back to it. Really, it is the testimony, to your commitment to it.

    It is those who feel so compelled to bring order to your chaos that the story can be erased and ultimately you find yourself back at a blank page again.
    Be wary of those wielding a Dyson. That’s the scary bit.

    I’m not sure what button I pushed to get here this morning, but I can tell you that I have been mesmerized by your blog. It feels the same as if I just got “klunked” by the Universe.
    Thanks for this. I had fun here.

    • February 1, 2012 at 4:40 pm

      Donna – I feel sure that the klunk you felt was the good witch Glinda (aka Bernadette) as she flew by on her broom… but however you landed here…I enjoyed your input…

      • February 2, 2012 at 12:53 pm

        Donna! What a treasure your “klunk” is for ALL of us … and your words affirm my currently messy process more than you know. It is for Me … not you that you found your way with those words at this time. 🙂 I hope you find your way back …

        And Metta … once again girl you run circles around me. Mwahh!!

  • February 2, 2012 at 4:31 pm

    You know the big question of “If you were deserted on an island, what or who would you pick to be there with you.
    I would have to pick paper. Lots and Lots of coloured paper.
    Oh to live in a Pantone Mecca. I can’t seem to get enough of it. Some days I swear, I could make love to it.
    What seems to be your “Pink Period” on your facebook pages is the kind of art that I love. It is the kind of mess that does not limit itself to your messy room. That’s the fun bit. Finding yourself picking up little bits of string and ribbon and coloured bits of paper that have found their way to the laundry room or the kitchen or sometimes even in the Dog’s water dish. Finding yourself too, putting those bits in your pocket so they can make it back to your beloved messy room. Perhaps, it would be like tripping through the art. That’s the fun of the art. That certainly and the coffee rings that have made their mark on everything. In a way, I think it is the coffee rings that become your signature to the mess.

    Anyway, whatever you’re “revving up” again Bernadette, I hope that it takes you out of the pond and flings you far into the deepest end of the ocean. Perhaps scary, but I suspect it will be riveting and a ride you won’t want to miss.

    • February 3, 2012 at 8:56 am

      Donna! 🙂 Me thinks you are a creative cohort in spirit! Oh, if you saw the stacked boxes (clear of course) of paper and “ephemera tidbits” … well, we would have quite a fun go of it. As the universe does not waste a spent atom a creative eye does not step over a piece of ribbon. I have even looked at the lint from my dryer and thought “someday you will be re-birthed into art” … hehehe.

      So, you sound like an artist to me … but your gift with words … also a writer or perhaps someone who journals? Or an actor? Whoever you are and however you got here … once again you made my morning … and, hey, I beat Metta!!!

      As for that riveting ride … have no choice but to ride it out because I am already on it. One must be careful what one asks for. 🙂 Growth always seems to be the answer. Now, I am just waiting for the Divine “go ahead” to express it here!

      And, now you have me thinking I need more pictures of paper and stuff in this Messy Room. Time to get out the camera! Enjoy the day, my dear!!

  • February 2, 2012 at 6:56 pm

    This has been a most comforting place to come and revel in the mess.

    You’re Brilliant.

  • February 3, 2012 at 1:30 pm

    I was a writer for about 10 days last fall and as I pontificated on the merits of the Universe in the blog that I had created, something shifted within myself and I was sent reeling (unmercifully, I might add) into something that was far more real to me than mere words could ever define. I suppose it (blog) was the catalyst that spit me out of the rabbit hole for the last, last time and directly into the path of a more perfect road. I often wonder, if I had to spend my life alone to discover that I am never alone.
    I suppose if you could liken your life as a maze, with its dead ends, wrong ways, endless roads, roads to nowhere and no way outs, I found that one small shift in your perspective and all those “aimless wanderings” become I would say “cashable” You can share it, hoard it, embellish it, or you could sell it. Certainly though, you can overcome it.
    For now, I am an artist. Perhaps if you asked me to draw a cup, I could not do it. I’m not sure if I have the patience to learn how to draw a cup or if I am just not interested enough in being able to draw a cup. However, if I could cut paper to make a cup, it would defy all matter of cups. Maybe not. I suppose I am most comfortable in a more bohemian or artistic environment and to not be able to draw was certainly not going to stop me from being in a place that brought me some comfort.
    Perhaps in the fall with the change of the weather and the allure of the next brilliant wave, I will be compelled to abandon it all to become a cowgirl. I could buy myself a shiny belt buckle and wear a tee shirt that says “cowgirl tough” and speak only in the language of metaphors.
    Everyday there is a more spectacular Sunrise. A more spectacular wave. Who knows where the next wave will take me.
    As messes go, I have found myself in a beautiful mess.
    I hope that my babblings have not been too self indulgent. I enjoyed this stolen moment to wrap my mind around “who I am.”

    • February 3, 2012 at 1:45 pm

      I love your cowgirl line. I relate to the creativity of reinventing oneself. And, I laughed…because it reminded me of that cartoon that says “going to church doesn’t make you anymore of a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car”.

      Glad you stole a moment… although, now that you’ve enjoyed it, I hope you’ll return it to whoever you stole it from – as chances are pretty good with the time shortage we seem to be experiencing these days, they’re looking for it…

      Btw, I also write…but, in the form of music. It goes in spurts – as I’m inspired, (and, “we” never know where the inspiration will come from – like “The Bedbase Song” for example). But, just because I don’t write, play & sing all the time, doesn’t mean that I’m not a musician. You may have only written (intentionally) for 10 days – but, you’ll always be a writer. : D

    • February 3, 2012 at 4:36 pm

      “I hope that my babblings have not been too self indulgent.” My dear Donna … your babblings are baubles … and mighty shiny ones at that. This is what the Messy room is for … so if it feels self indulgent in a good way, keep sharing ’cause I love listening and I know others who prefer to “voyeur” will too. And if it feels self indulgent in a messy way … all the better … I’ll get a coffee cup with your name on it and set it next to the pot. Pour on!

      As to your artist/cowgirl self, I totally relate … that is why I love altered books so. Who is to say if it’s wrong or right. It’s just fun!!

      And as for how you got here … I see you “LIKED” my FB page a short while back … so you got here from there. Now as to how you got there, it’s the Divine Messie Who handles that stuff and I never argue … though I am known to whine … 🙂

      • February 4, 2012 at 8:58 am

        It seems I wasn’t smart enough, when I challenged the Divine just yesterday. It seemed a battle of wills and unfortunately I did not back down. I should have suspected a losing battle when it seemed that the whole sky, baled on me. It wasn’t pretty. Big loser. I won’t do that again. Whining seems a way more effective route. Ego sucks.
        Today I am starting a new project. For a week now I have been spinning this great vision around in my head. I have talked myself into it and back out of it a 1000 times. You see, I am convinced that you can do anything with paper.
        Here’s the thing.
        I spend 4 hours a day going to and coming from work. I have been witness to and priveledged to the most beautiful Sunrises and the most incredible Sunsets every morning and night. Well, 5 days a week anyway. That drive has become the easiest part of my day.
        I can look at the sky while I drive and build the most incredible Paper Sunrise. I could match colour for colour of the sky to the colours that lay in my messy room.
        The strange bit, is that I know that all I really have to do is pick up the knife. I know that once that knife gets in my hand and whether I start cutting up, could be old envelopes or post it notes, could be candy wrappers or old receipts. I know without a doubt that once I pick up that knife and make my first cut, that it will send my mind effortlessly racing towards commiting to the glue.
        I have looked at my knife for a week. It seems to me it has all the makings of Lava and I am reluctant to confirm this.
        Curious though now, as I sit in my messy room trying to avoid the knife, I am noticing now that as the knife pushes its way towards the purple paper, I fear there is a seduction in progress.

      • February 4, 2012 at 9:00 am

        I must surrender to the knife.

  • February 3, 2012 at 2:07 pm

    Perhaps it was you who brought me to this messy place Michele.
    I enjoy perusing through the facebook pages of Stellar Luna.

    I wonder it this is where our worlds collided?

    • February 3, 2012 at 2:31 pm

      She may have “liked” Metta Fizzical’s page – but, we don’t seem to be fb friends (although we have several in common). It’s “funny” how we draw those people – or they’re drawn to us – that we need in our lives for some reason. An example I’ll share is that several months ago I was “guided” to a blog-talk radio program (still don’t know exactly by how or what). I heard an author that I thought had an important message to get out. Told a friend of mine that has a radio program, that I’ve taken an active interest in about her and then hooked them up for one of his programs – which led him to going in a diff direction in his program guests, which ultimately led me to hearing something from a guest that led me to contacting that person (who it turned out is about 45 mins from me) to work on a project with him – and, may have one or two more that I’ll help him with. Anyway… things like that happen all the time so I’ve learned not to question and just go with it lol… Whatever has brought you to this space…I’m glad our worlds have collided. If you’re active on FB, please look me up… <3

      • February 4, 2012 at 7:57 am

        I have been through your fb pages Metta? Michele? (which do you prefer) and I can see that you are, shall I say “hopelessly devoted” to your work. Your music is inspiring and it would seem you have a lot of “irons in the fire” Perhaps your ability to maintain order is a gift that allows you to navigate chaos without losing yourself to it.
        A gift that goes beyond just being there and becomes completely there. Clearly, you are a giver. I picked you as a Leo because of your openess to your Heart.
        That and I suspect too, after coming home to rest after a long and fulfilling day, that you will always find a clean cup to have a well deserved coffee in. Perhaps a Pisces. The compassionate one.
        I love what you do.

  • February 4, 2012 at 10:07 am

    Donna ~

    Unfortunately, the threads only allow a few posts and then you have to start a new one. So, I trust you will receive this.

    I read your post about your long commute, etc… and the resistance to the knife – and, I’m not sure what that’s about – but, all I could think of is “why don’t you surrender?”. And, then I read your next post and it said “I must surrender to the knife” and I said “halleluia”!!

    I shared this quote with Bernadette earllier and now I’ll share it with you: “…Creativity is not a noun or even a verb—it is a place, a space, a
    gathering, a union, a where—wherein the Divine powers of creativity and the human power of imagination join forces, Where the two come together is where beauty and grace happen and, indeed, explode. Creativity constitutes the ultimate in intimacy, for it is the place where the Divine and the human are most destined to interact.”
    ~Matthew Fox

    (from: CREATIVITY Where the Divine and the Human Meet)

    Enjoy the beauty & grace of being in that space…. (and post some pictures :D) <3 Michele

  • February 4, 2012 at 10:21 am

    The spirit listens only when the speaker speaks in gestures. And gestures do not mean signs or body movements, but acts of true abandon, acts of largesse, of humor. As a gesture for the spirit, warriors bring out the best of themselves and silently offer it to the abstract. -Carlos Castaneda

    Thanks Michele.

    • February 5, 2012 at 7:30 pm

      Hi Donna ~

      Please excuse the placement of this comment – but, there weren’t any blue reply “thingys” (highly technical term that really shows my blog-prowess).

      I thought it was interesting that you picked up on “order”. I am pretty orderly…and organized. I have been told I can be anal about it – (and then there was that real estate agent that looked in my linen closet and declared that it was “the closet of a very sick woman” – but, I prefer to think of it as attention to detail : )

      I’m not a Leo – but, I’ve been with one for 31 yrs – so, maybe that’s rubbed off on me. Not a Pices either – but, my grandmother – who was also my best friend and I shared a room with when I was growing up was – so maybe some of that rubbed off. I am a Capricorn and have had someone walk into the house, look around, and say “you’re a Capricorn” – but, others think I’m a Sagitarian…maybe because I was born 2 wks. late. Anyway… thank you for saying that I came across as compassionate, giving & as someone with an open heart. That means a lot to me. I chose the name because of the play on metaphysical – but, also because of what Metta means. So, I’m glad to know that it’s coming through in what I say (and hopefully for those that know me in person, in what I do…).

      As for my preference – I usually respond as Michele (and keep Metta restricted to her pages on my web site & FB) But, one day she talked a friend of mine into showing her how to change the little profile pic and took over. And, (keep in mind my aforementioned prowess) I have no idea how to change it back.

      I’m really enjoying your posts… am facinated by what you do..and your process… but, a 2 hr. commute, each way…whew….

      Hope “we” will hear from you again, soon…

      • February 8, 2012 at 1:18 pm

        I must say that the whole Metta/Michele thing fascinates me. I am intrigued by these words. “it’s hard to tell where one leaves off and the other begins.”
        To say that you have not been in my thoughts would be a lie.
        So here’s what I am thinking.
        Have you ever done a Crossword Puzzle Michele? Has an answer to a question ever revealed itself on its own. e.g. 43 across – A collection of Starlings. And because your letters were so brilliantly placed, “murmation” was revealed. In a crossword puzzle, words are obscure, I don’t think much thought goes into finding the meaning of the words, primarily a crossword is a pursuit to fill in all of the blanks. Then something extraordinary happens. You find yourself later that day sitting by the pond and enjoying your stolen moment to connect with Nature and with yourself and you happen to see a “collection of starlings in the sky.” Actually, a Murmation. It is a beautiful thing when you can see your “word” in practical action. Ultimately, I suppose, this “experience” gives “purpose” to your new word.
        Perhaps long winded, but here’s the thing.

        Clearly, Both Metta and Michele are distinctly unique unto themselves.
        Michele is the musician. She is the Capricorn, . Not unlike the crossword puzzle experience.
        It is Michele’s ability to find the practicality and purpose in experience itself.
        Michele will draw on human experience, for the purpose of inspiration, enlightenment, or for entertainment.
        Metta on the other hand, is likened to a Virgo. one who is the angelic reflection of goodness and purity in humanity. Metta prefers the more powerful purpose of words through that of scripture and the vast resources of a higher self. Metta will bide the rules and ask for clarification when not totally clear.
        As I see it.
        You too Michele, can master the art of “Profile Pic Changing” As with Metta, I am sure you too can seek “clarity” from your many friends that will enable you to change your profile pic.

        Interesting , I see a 3rd alter emerge. The quirky one. It is when both Metta and Michele meet.

        So in a nutshell, this is my process.

        Are you still fascinated?

  • February 4, 2012 at 7:03 pm

    Donna – I also responded to your other post that mentioned Leo, etc… but, for some reason it disappeared. I don’t have the time to re-write, right now – but, I’ll try to get back to it soon… In the meantime, Metta appreciates your “like” – and I’d be happy to have a new friend 😀

    • February 5, 2012 at 8:07 pm

      MIchele … it wound up in “holding for approval” because you put the link to your site in the text … it’s a spam protection thingy. 🙂 I approved so now it looks like you have repeated yourself … hahaha! I have to see if I can increase the “Reply” per conversation … not sure where to go for that … may have to ask Juliette … mwahh!!

      • February 5, 2012 at 8:20 pm

        OOhhhhhh…well, please remove the one that was in holding…I talk enough – without repeating myself 😀

  • February 4, 2012 at 9:13 pm

    DONNA! “I fear there is a seduction in progress.” Love that line! I stay away from knives and have resorted to tearing paper … hehehe … to free the artist in me. I have a whole box of “ill-torn” painted and glazed papers waiting for their own “re-birth.” And I have made many messes on my way back to my artist self. I can tell you this … when shaking a bottle of gesso … make sure the lid is screwed on … NOT an easy clean-up.

    I am “letting” … and it is slowly happening … as I suspect it is for you as well. 🙂

    • February 13, 2012 at 3:51 pm

      Reading through your pages Bernadette has sent me back to my own sentimental journey where I too was swept to the curb and found myself under a bus. Same words spoken, same #%$ YOU speeches danced in my head. Same betrayal, same struggle with confidence, same cynical outlook, same Map on the wall. Where you had the Artist’s Way, I found my “way” with a grade nine textbook on Astronomy.
      You know you find yourself looking to the sky to find answers and you discover the Universe. You keep on keepin’ on and eventually you discover what is beyond the Universe.
      You were much braver than I.
      I wrote a country song, (Oddly enough called Map on the Wall) and then I let go of the rope.
      You beat yourself up. You scream at the Universe in disbelief “I picked this” “Really?”
      “This is what I chose for myself”
      The monkeys in your head don’t stop jumping for a second.
      It becomes this relentless never ending conversation with yourself. Monkeys jumping from limb to limb with their opinion and practical advice.
      It’s when it seems that the light within you goes out completely and you find you are
      this dark shadow of your former self that something incredible happens. It is as if your call to the Universe gets finally answered and you are picked up and dropped into another place and time.
      In a way, it is as if you were kidnapped. Perhaps kidnapped from yourself. I don’t know.
      Perhaps our formulas are different but I would suspect that we have both found
      our own way to both forgiving ourselves and to forgiving the rest. Different ending perhaps.
      It seems to me that i have gone far past the cynicism of the ‘what they sayers’ and found myself with a new cynicism for the “what you should do” crowd. It is pretty clear to me now that I have stopped unraveling. I know what I should do.
      I have known all along.
      A different story is emerging. That was then. This is now.
      This new story seems a lot like I am writing it myself.
      No more monkeys.

  • February 4, 2012 at 9:42 pm

    Bernadette, I don’t think there is anything more sexy than a box of “ill-torn” paper.
    I am still six when it is Christmas with all the pretty paper and ribbon and bows and I am all too familiar with the “faulty” (HAHA) Gesso Jars and I am pretty good now at cleaning the acyrlics out of the carpet. Funny about the box of paper, my box of paper is over the spilled viridian green that refuses to leave me. I have become accustomed to its face.
    As for the letting…It will come…and you WILL get the joke.

    • February 10, 2012 at 3:53 pm

      They say: It’s too commercial!

      An interesting thing happened today.
      A Baker no less, told me that they don’t celebrate Valentines Day anymore.
      It was too commercial. Interesting to me. Of course it sent me off on this relentless pursuit of: Really?
      So I’m thinking, Is it “Love” that has become so commercial?
      Or is it the crummy heart that you draw with a sparkly pen and some goofy saying that is commercial. Or perhaps, the heart cookie with an arrow driven through the heart, (mostly only the cheaters get those.)
      Or is it the 36 dollar you spend on a box of chocolates that spells I love you that is commercial?
      It seems to me that we don’t end relationships because we stop loving.
      We end relationships because we don’ know how to plug into our imaginations..
      Love alone, well it can be pretty boring.
      What harm can a sparkly heart do.
      I was just thinking.
      I’m done now

  • February 5, 2012 at 2:35 pm

    What is glazed paper?
    Sounds like it is good enough to eat.

    Does it stick to stuff?

    • February 5, 2012 at 8:12 pm

      To itself if you don’t let it dry! 🙂 It is when I use Glazing Medium with a little Acrylic … I brush it onto pages of books. You can layer different colors and get a great translucent effect while still seeing the text beneath. I have some samples on my Facebook page. The yellow pages that say “Fun” and the pink chair one … I am addicted to the stuff … hahahah!

  • February 5, 2012 at 10:54 pm

    Everytime I come here I look at your paper.
    It is awesome. So in your “Pink Chair” the words are beneath the glazed paper?
    What kind of paper to you glaze or paint. Is it the paper in the picture with the glasses. Like Japanese Paper maybe watercouler even. I don’t know but it is beautifull. Wouldn’t I love to get my hands on paper like that. I love your work. Wouldn’t a paper museum be great. Like the Science Centre here where you get to do hands on stuff with science things. Funny, I can’t describe one science thing. yikes. But a paper museum or centre where you get to touch ALL the Paper. Different paper from all over the world. With great big bins of different things you could run your hand through. Like coloured sand and sparkles and unwound ribbon and buttons too.
    Cancer Moon too much excitement for me. I know the addiction. I have come to love the golden paper from Godiva Chocolate. I have never tried the chocolate but the paper is spectacular. In a way it is like the painted paper that you do with the, is it like angel hair or something.

    Maybe I can put some of the things I do on my facebook page so you could see what I do. I won’t be able to sleep tonight now. Paper is way to exciting. But mostly just fun.

    • February 9, 2012 at 8:20 pm

      Actually, Donna, the Pink Chair page is in an altered book I did and the paper was a book page I gessoed over and glazed with several color washes … the lettering was my own, done with a Sharpie marker as that was the only pen that would take on the slick surface. The chair was drawn on layout paper and colored with watercolor pencil and then attached to the page with gloss gel medium. I did it that way in case I didn’t like the chair. The lettering was a bit nerve racking as my hand shakes sometimes. But that was a “good hand” day! The book was my first attempt at altering so I made a lot of happy “mistakes” and discoveries and am glad I started with pink. (Being that for me it is a happy color … ) You know we share a paper thing … heheheh … 🙂

  • February 6, 2012 at 8:53 am

    I thought a long time this morning on my drive about the paper.
    I think it’s handmade. Do you make your own paper?

    • February 9, 2012 at 8:12 pm

      Not yet, but someday perhaps I will. And I will be sure to throw some dryer lint into it. 🙂

      • February 10, 2012 at 6:27 am

        This little chat has helped me figure out how to do my purple sunset.
        I’m goin’ in.


  • February 8, 2012 at 2:00 pm

    Donna –

    This thread is feeling like a game of “leap-frog”- jumping over posts to find the one that I’m commenting on – and, hoping you’ll find the response, as well…

    Many years ago I did some crosswords – but, I honestly don’t remember what the goal was. I do “recognize” when I see something and it shows up in another form though…especially when it does it more than once. Then I know there’s a message in it for me (like the day that I seemed to see Butterflies show up in different forms and knew that there was a transformation that was taking place).

    Metta actually contributes a great deal to the music – both in the creation and performing. I will be going along all serious in a lyric and then all of a sudden something funny pops out and I know she was there, in the moment.

    In a “nutshell” (and, I use that word intentionally)Metta is pretty much the “me that was never allowed to be”, when I was growing up and on into many of my adult years. The aspect of me that saw things lighter and brighter…that wasn’t allowed to laugh make others laugh and be “silly”. She’s the one that can find humor where there doesn’t seem to be any.

    It’s very interesting to see/hear how other’s perceive “us” – (especially on the occasion that someone tried to argue with Metta on her page about something and I had to remind her that Metta is a figment of my imagination). And, regarding the merge… on those occasions when someone asks me “who said that?”, wondering if they’re getting a Metta or Michele response, I know that I’m totally being my authentic self . But, generally, if someone comes to me for spiritual counseling, prayer support, etc… it’s Michele (Rev Chele), the minister that shows up – and, depending on the situation, need, etc… if I know them well enough, Metta may pop in…

    As for being still fascinated…. I pretty much stay in a state of fascination… I look out my windows and watch nature do its thing with fascination… I’m fascinated by other people and what makes them tick – because I understand that I’m connected with everyone & everything… I enjoy process – processing – and learning about others processes. Life is a miracle to me and my fascination allows me to embrace it to the best of my ability : D

  • February 23, 2012 at 8:37 pm

    Love this! And I’ve been here before! LOL… it’s been a bit, but I’ve been to your blog before… and here I thought I found something new when you found me. My goodness.

    • March 3, 2012 at 12:45 am

      We just keep going round and round, don’t we? So glad our paths crossed again! Love your blog, dear! 🙂

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