the coming of the storm February 24th, 2012

I have the Italian news roaring in the background with some nothern piemontese woman rolling her r's and making me mad. For lack of time to get the remote to change this atrocity, I can but only get a glimpse through the kitchen door window, of the grey gloomy afternoon, showing signs of little snow flakes, lazily falling down. Not the kind of snow that will "stick" to the ground. I read on Mikki's Facebook page that signs of a serious storm are heading her way. She lives in VA Beach. Whatever happens to her, inevitably happens to us up here in Montreal, Canada hours later. Reminants of violent weather.
I am currently working on my website. For failure of finding a reliable individual to FINISH my websites, both my art one and the jewelry one- I took matters into my own hands. Why not? I do everything else. No matter how slowly it comes along, it will get done. That is what counts.
People are asking me, "So Rose, when is the next BIG show?" I just ponder over this question and can't even respond like when peanut butter makes your palette stick so much you can't even open your mouth if you tried. Hmmm...good question. I am not committing to any show right now. It's that time of an artist's life, where I feel I need to find myself again. Yes yes...self-destructive mode, brooding.... suffer in silence time. Nah. Just a time where changes have to develope and the body and mind require a time of reflection and peace. A time to just "catch up". I am entitled to it, that is what I tell myself to justify it. After all, the last two years have been nothing short of hellish. So why not? I am taking a leave of absence from everything.
Goodbye world... I will see you all soon :)

Reborn

This is the second time I am rewriting this post. I understand how a writer will have to take extreme measures to ensure compelete and utter solitude from any possible distraction. With a blink of an eye, I lost an hour of deep and profound thoughts I shall never retrieve sadly.
It has been a long time since I have blogged. For my art, for my jewelry, life or other. Sometimes, people need a break from their lives in order to be reborn. Some people take vacations, some think suicide is a solution, others turn to addictive substances. I turned to books. Getting lost in a good book quickly makes you forget. Then again, when life throws you lemons as they say...make lemonade- and share it.
That is what I am doing. Hello world! Yes world...I am alive and well.
So someone has rattled me good and woken me up from the deep deep sleep I was in in life. Makes me realize that there are still humans left on this planet. If I were to be reborn, I would not change much and would still want to be me. Sure a few minor changes would be acceptable. And it comes down to being grateful. Here is my two cents. If you are grateful, for whatever reason, the weather, your health, that piece of bread everyday, you wake up content in life. No amount of money, or materialistic things can bring that wonder to you- that feeling of happiness, bliss. It can be as simple as a hello from someone unexpectedly. That is the root of my happiness which branches out and hopefully touches everyone I know. Being grateful. A humble thing really.
Thanks J for waking me up. You are a hidden human alien hybrid maybe lol, that magically popped into my life and shook it all up. I needed it. Mikki, you too are one special kind of human breed that is my long lost clone.
Time for new concepts and artisitic challenges me thinks...