Monthly Archives: October 2013

A Show of Hands: The Disney Difference

Disney teaches its Cast Members to point with two fingers instead of one.  It’s a kinder, friendlier way to direct guests around the theme parks. It’s just what I would expect from the Happiest Place on Earth.  I like the Disney two-finger point so much that I use it myself.  Maybe it will make me kinder and friendlier, too.

“The Disney Difference”–Pastels on Multimedia Paper

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A Show of Hands: I’ve Got your Nose!

Long before electronic devices became the primary entertainment for children, comical grandfathers everywhere amused little ones with the quirky and ridiculous “I’ve got your nose!” trick.  I’m not sure that kids ever really fell for it, but at least it entertained America’s grandfathers.

“I’ve got your nose!”–Colored Pencil 

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Good Night

I’ve posted about sleep before—lack of sleep, interrupted sleep, and jealousy over my dogs’ ability to sleep so peacefully.  Lately, though, I’ve been the one sleeping soundly—and without any chemical assistance.  I read an interesting article about sleep in a recent issue of Yoga Journal.  The author suggested that night waking wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and that it should be acknowledged, then pushed aside.  I’m simplifying the concept, but the article helped me think about sleep in a new way.  I’m no longer afraid of waking up in the middle of the night and tossing and turning while listening to my husband’s tranquil restful breathing.  I’ve let go, and as a result, I’m sleeping. Good Night.  And I do mean good.

“Good Night”–Watercolor Pencil on Multimedia Paper

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A Show of Hands: Point it Out

 When I was in junior high school, ’well-meaning’ classmates were quick to point out my flaws.  Pointer fingers called attention to my acne, chipped front teeth, and the size of my nose.  The accompanying commentary ensured that all of my peers within earshot were also made aware of my shortcomings.  Over time, my skin cleared up, I crowned my teeth, and eventually grew into my nose. All of that pointing, however, had affected my heart– but not in a bad way.  It grew bigger, stronger, more compassionate.  I use my pointer finger to draw attention to the beautiful things in life.  Why point out someone’s flaws when you can point out a dramatic sunset, a grand magnolia blossom, or an interesting cloud formation?  I prefer to point toward good, happy, delightful things.  There’s enough sadness and evil in the world.  I don’t need to point it out, and I certainly don’t need someone else to point it out for me.

“Point it Out”–Colored Pencil

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Wordless Wednesday: Kiss Me

“Kiss Me”–Watercolor Pencils on Multimedia Paper

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A Show of Hands: Om

I have practiced yoga for nearly two decades.   Yoga is good for the heart, muscles, bones, and soul.  It keeps me centered.  Occasionally I drift away from my practice for days or weeks at a time, but I always find my way back home.  Namaste.

“Om”–Colored Pencil

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A Walk on the Wild Side

My family spent last weekend at the Hard Rock Hotel for an early Halloween celebration.  My daughter and her friend wanted to attend Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios.  My husband and I considered going as well, but we decided to stay at the resort and relax rather than pay someone to scare us.  I was an avid haunted house fan in my teens and twenties, but as I got older, I realized there were lots of things in real life that scared me plenty—like a visit to the doctor’s office.  Last week, I had my annual physical.  Just like a haunted house, there was a wait to enter.  When I was called to go back, a nurse with a menacing grin had me follow her to the first frightening site—a horrible torture device– the scale.  I pulled off my shoes, set my purse on a table, and exhaled before I stepped onto the beast.  Was that maniacal laughter I heard as the nurse nudged the counter weight along its track?  She led me down a long hallway to the exam room which was ‘decorated’ with graphic images of heart disease.   It’s hard to be calm in the face of fear, but I managed to slow my breathing as the nurse pumped up the blood pressure cuff.  Next, the doctor entered.  After poking and prodding, he served me with lab scripts for my annual blood work, a bone density scan, and a colonoscopy.  My heart was racing as I swallowed my screams.  Another nurse appeared and escorted me to the most terrifying area of all—the payment desk.  I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  Halloween Horror Nights?  No thanks.  I’ll let the teens run screaming through the haunted houses.  I’ve already had my walk on the wild side, and more than enough scares for this Halloween.

“A Walk on the Wild Side”–Watercolor Pencils–Work in Progress

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A Show of Hands: Thumbs Up

‘Thumbs Up’ is the universal sign for positivity.  It can also mean good luck, let’s go, or simply yes.  I often use my thumb to signal a job well done.  One tiny little finger, one tiny little gesture, one great big sign of approval.

“Thumbs Up”–Graphitone

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