The Gift of Thumbs

I just want to say… This.
 S K A T E I S T A N!!!
This is the kind of thing we SHOULD be doing in the world. Creating solutions outside of the box!!!

Our human gifts are many; thumbs, standing up on two feet, accessorizing, harmonizing, tears, and even our ability to contemplate. ALL GIFTS!!!

We waste these gifts with all the, “grabbing the most, stealing others liberty, judging hearts and consuming, well, everything in sight!”

We need to CREATE! We need to be creative, supportive and contemplative. We need to do all of this with love and intention. We need to glean the positive and uplifting parts of all of our morals, our ethics and our vast array of religions and simply BE BETTER. That’s all. It is NOT a contest. I repeat: NOT. CONTEST.

We don’t need to be great “again” we need to always be working to get better. We will never reach great because that would be the end, do we want an end?? No. Our only purpose is practice. Our only goal is innovation. Our only salvation is love. 

These kids get it because they’ve seen things. Instead of waiting until you’ve seen things- just take a lesson from them and start working together to MAKE. 

Practice, innovate, love. 

We don’t really want to go back. Nostalgia is a weakness. We want to go forward, differently. We want to build a world full of empowered, healthy, kind humans who skate, rock, start, think, lift, move, reach, dance, laugh, sustain, clean, save and care. 

It’s easier than we think and it starts with you.

What would organization would YOU create to improve your local community? 

Let’s spend more time thinking about helping and less time thinking about what we’re owed!



Today marks one year since I started using dôTerra oils regularly, and six months since I’ve had a drink, and four months of cutting out grains, sugar, potatoes and legumes from my diet. I’m back to my 18 yr old weight and size, my skin glows, my tummy feels amazing, I have (so far) survived the rough cold and flu season without a sniffle and I feel wonderful. Mentally and emotionally I also feel great. This is saying a lot. Today is proving to be a challenging day yet I am positive and trusting the universe rather than losing my patience. Thoughts become things. I am choosing to think about what I am grateful for rather than what I cannot control or change.

I will never, ever go back to allowing toxins into my body and I am so grateful for the path that has led me here.

Jumpy castles in the sky

At some point you just gotta do that painful, heart wrenching thing. You gotta spill the truth, cut the ties, admit defeat, throw in the towel and move on.

There is a big difference between giving up and letting go. It’s easier with a plan, a script, practice and a strong crew of peeps. I am almost there- almost ready to make the final leap. Just a little more preparation and I’ll be ready to go. New beginnings; doing things differently from now on.

I made a checklist. This is a rotation list, a mantra, a reminder and my goals.

1. Write a letter to all the people you’re gonna quit giving shit to (emotionally, physically and professionally!)-check

2. Create a retreat where you can create the life you want- foundations in place.

3. Trust the universe and make art- getting closer!

4. Surround yourself with people who only have your best interests in their hearts- CHECK!

5. Stop doing the same fucking shit over and over… Almost there.

6. Send the letters out and quit doing that shit- yep, this will happen 12/13/14. That’s the date I’ve chosen.


Fuck this week, so far.

It been a rough and wonderful week. Learning things I didn’t want to know but have to know, watching my kids succeed, making art, struggling, building, spending a small fortune on my kids faces, stressing about debt that comes from said small fortune spending, telling the same people no again and again, accepting that you can’t expect things from people, explaining that you can’t help people who don’t want to be helped, and realizing that I am STILL not doing what I’m suppose to be doing.

Stress is trying to hound me. Work is making me miserable. I don’t owe anyone an explanation for these rants. There is no like button here. I don’t need to exclude anyone from this post.

Fuck all of you whiney, greedy, selfish assholes in my life. I am no longer available for you. I will no longer gift you services and advice. Make a note of it.



I tried to reread these but they made me too angry. I will stop myself from deleting them, but I will also apologize that they read like a weepy journal; oh, woo has me. Barf!

I just want to make art, break shit, build shit and add glitter. I just want to create programs and help people step into the magical light that is art making… But I also want to get paid and that, THAT, is not possible in this world.

You gotta give it away now.

New Firsts

Memories are light, compact and subjective. There are so many ways to capture memories; photographs, journals, scrapbooks, stories all give us a chance to hold on the things we deem important.

The other day I listened to a podcast about how we really don’t remember things the way they happened and that every time we recall a memory it fades.

I am looking forward to organizing my memories and polishing them up. If we can remember things the way we want them to be. We can forget the things we don’t want to remember. My art is going to help me with that. There are two different kinds of art I’ll be making one for me and one for the world. I wonder which will be most popular with the rest of the world.

The empty space is slowly filling up.

Out Of Focus

When I find my mind wondering off and writing it’s own imaginary commentary with my foes about what’s going on in my life I have to stop it, and fast! I used to encourage these pretend conversations with my antagonists and enemies. I used to let these conversations turn into letters I would physically write but rarely send. I would sometimes write them over and over while seething.

I will no longer do this.

In order to change the course or direction this boat is sailing I must throw out the old ways of doing things. This most definitely includes my old habits during conflicts and my reactions to others behaviors, especially if they are offensive and abusive towards me.

I will shut the out of my life and restrict access to my ears. I will stop negotiations or conversations with others about what has happened. I will not have conversations, real or imaginary, about what happened. I will not hear excuses and I will accept apologies and offer forgiveness. I will not make the claim that every thing is just fine or that it will return to normal.

Instead I will write a letter to someone I love dearly; someone I miss or someone I wish I could see more often- perhaps someone who lives far away.

I will tell them about all the good things in my life and ask them loads of questions about what they’re up to these days and maybe even send them a piece of art.

I will banish all thoughts of negativity or conflict with those who seem hell bent on having a raging battle with me.

I already feel elevated and excited about the growing list of those I will be contacting next! I better start sketching and doodling little drawings to mail out right now!

Life is too short to waste time trying to fill up the people who have holes in their hearts… That work can only be done by the owner of the heart.

Writing love notes will fill the empty space.


Choose Your Battles

Today we learned that another family member is involved I trying to sabotage our livelihood. It’s almost an unbelievable story it’s so twisted and crazy. I could go on and on about this, but I’m saving that juice for my first novel (based on fictional characters, of course). I know my husband is sad because he’s had to face a great deal of disappointment from his family in the last few years. He is such a good man and he has worked so hard to become one that it’s heartbreaking to see him put his head down. But he’s finally facing the truth and moving on without the damaged people .

What a huge blessing!!!

No longer will I allow anyone to distrupt or disrespect my husband and I. We are so blessed because we do good, we are honest and trustworthy: I aspire to be even more so because Jason truly embodies this !

I refuse to let this negative energy into my life, ever again.

A dear friend helped me see that, yes, life is hard and, yes, it’s a challenging battle but if you look at it correctly (flip it around) we CAN choose which battles to fight.

I’d rather fight for arts education, community, universal health care and gay marriage that fight a family member over dishes and furniture.

I would rather fight writers block or the grain in a wood panel than fight a family member over money they stole from me.

Good work filled that empty space!

A Picture’s Worth…

absolutely nothing. A picture has no value fifteen years after it is taken.

Today I shuffled through hundreds of photographs while preparing for this massive move. I found countless pictures of old friends and distant relatives, most of which I realized I didn’t even know, so, I tossed them out.

No more pics of “the girl with long hair and a white cat”. Gone are the grade school pictures, circa 1979. Vanquished are the pictures of that aunt or this uncle.

Old friends I no longer speak to and family my kids will never know- gone.

Why do we take SO many of these photos of things?

Some are artistically pleasing and interesting. Of course I am keeping these for art. Pictures of a car crash… Nice.

The pile started small and considerate and ended massive and deep.

This is the beginning…