Thursday, June 26, 2014

Musing away...





I sit here in my "office" which is basically a rooftop off the side of my patio.
I have been sitting on rooftops since I could climb. This one is literally a circle space of roof outside of my balcony.  A little gate opens to it, as if it was made for me.

Several dogs are barking throughout the canyons. They are definitely having a conversation because my dog is so ornery by whatever they are saying.
I'm not even sure if that was the proper use of the word ornery, but you know what I mean.

Every time I sit out here is a new experience:)

There is a building on the top of another hill across the way. All glass.
Kinda looks corporate or perhaps a museum of some kind?
I've seen two little figures in all black (I think) walking across that roof to each other, meeting at what seems to be a giant telescope. I have all sorts of ideas about it.

There is also what looks like a stadium. A private music stadium from Ancient Greece. Maybe one of these musicians has their own private stadium to practice or throw private concerts?
The things rich people buy.

Alright, my back hurts from sitting here. I need to find a cozy, comfy, outdoor circle pillow.


P.S.  Pictured above is a bomb photo I took on my second evening here.
Friday the 13th, Full Moon.  Nothing weird about it.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Here's a little secret...


                                      Pain Grows Wings

          A couple years ago, I painted my butt black, bent over and pressed it against a canvas... it was a "My ass in your face" kind of day.






Sunday, June 1, 2014

                                   

                          http://youtu.be/KYV1sp375wc



The MOST MOTIVATIONAL VIDEO ever!!!


I often turn to basketball videos when I need to be pumped up. When I feel fear or insecurity.
When I am doubting myself cause I really don't know what's next.
I know what's working. I see this life I'm dreaming up, unfolding...
I know I'm moving forward and I'm moving fast.
I know where I've been and I know that I trust myself...

but it's still freaking scary! 

Every box in my home is packed and in a week I am going to the home I envisioned and the school I dreamed for Max.
I question if it's even real.
How the hell is this even happening? I'm doing this?

I think about my first night in the new place, alone...

Breathe. 

I'm freaking scared, it doesn't matter how awesome it feels.  It doesn't matter that every time I make little visits to my "new life" as I pack up and purge my "old life" I feel as though I'm floating on a cloud.  Songs like "Somewhere over the Rainbow" and "Swingin on a Star" play.  A soccer ball literally rolled to my feet across a field when absolutely no one was around. I'm sincerely questioning my sanity.

Change is just scary and uncomfortable. Releasing old fears and self doubts- releasing old "stories"
takes constant work.

So- I found this video tonight cause I was wigging out again.

Now I'm like yeah!!! Yeahhh!!! Yesssss!!!!
I have no idea what tommorrow brings but I got this. 

You can too. I hope it inspires you too.

LOVE LOVE LOVE

-S

Monday, May 26, 2014



                                              Dream a little dream with me 
                               A dream where anything can be. 
                                                                      Choose what you see. 
                                                          Dream it with me


Monday, May 19, 2014

BE THE CHANGE




My passion for public school reform was ignited through my own experience with the LAUSD.
I say that like it's a disease because it is.
It wasn't until I experienced it firsthand, that I learned the ugly truth.
Our system is set up this way SO these kids fail. Our government is creating "workers" through  standardized testing. I saw it plain as day.

It makes absolutely no sense, how the tests are set up.
These children are scrambling back and forth between 5 pages, to read one, fill out another blank and re-check facts.  All I kept thinking was; there is clearly a better way to set up HOW the test is formatted to make it easier and more efficient!!

These kids were sick! Literally, it is a fact:
On Mar. 14, 2002, the Sacramento Bee reported that "test-related jitters, especially among young students, are so common that the Stanford-9 exam comes with instructions on what to do with a test booklet in case a student vomits on it."

After further investigation and a gut wrenching evening watching "Waiting for Superman" 
I learned the ugly truth. The 1 percent needs the 99 percent to thrive. It's all a set-up.
I was infuriated. 

The cold hard truth is: that's life. 
It has been this way since the beginning of time and it will always be.
All we can do, each of us individually, is be the change we wish to see.

By recreating our life and living our part, by example-
we create an energy that is the "shift."

I got involved with the non-profit "True Connection."
I brought the program to my local public school, to start. 

The philosophy is this;
We can't change what the system or circumstance gives us, but we can change our SELF.
These children are bullying and failing because they dont have a support system at home or in school. They aren't taught how to communicate, how to express their pain in a healthy manner...

Now, True Connection is partnered with YMCA and the Childrens Institute working with the after school STAR programs in several "under performing" schools in LA.
I quote on quote "under performing" because we are as a country...
We will get there, one day.

A lot of us are dreaming...









Sunday, May 18, 2014



                               "If you don't have enemies, you don't have character."
                                                                                       Paul Newman



Thursday, May 8, 2014


                                              I'll have the moon, please.
                        
                                             

Monday, May 5, 2014



                                                      "SURRENDER"

                A mixed media painting I began under some trees in 
                Carmel-by-the-Sea...

                
                

                
                

                

Saturday, May 3, 2014



                  "The people in my songs,  are all me."
                                                  Bob Dylan.



Thursday, May 1, 2014



31 Ford Coupe.

We found it nose deep in the the woods, in the foothills of the Appalachian Mts.
which is exactly why I love old cars... I find the history so romantic:)

Who drove this car? What were the roads like? Was he delivering a letter from a bandit to a politician?

I sanded every groove around the windows and hood- the smell of wet metal and gasoline...
smoothing and perfecting- imagining how the wind will glide across it.


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

#23



I am the middle daughter of three girls, therefore I became my father's tomboy.

We are die hard Chicago Bulls fans. Basketball runs through my veins.

I remember one of the first times I had boys over to hang out at my house...
my father came home from work and asked if I had trained that day.
Like a dummy, I said no.

For an hour he made the guys sit on the side of my driveway as I practiced my layups.

I hated him for it then, but it is one of my favorite memories today... and might I say,
I still play a mean one on one;)