Friday, February 5, 2016

Quote

“Creativity is often misunderstood. People often think of it in terms of artistic work—unbridled, unguided effort that leads to beautiful effect. If you look deeper, however, you’ll find that some of the most inspiring art forms—haikus, sonatas, religious paintings—are fraught with constraints.” 
—Marissa Mayer, Yahoo! CEO

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Florida Girl does Winter

Reared in the panhandle of Florida, my concept of cold has always been that it's temporary. 

I'm prepared for heat. I tend to wear one layer, bring a jacket. A hat and gloves are a nusence and a scarf is for Europeans, city folk, mountain people. Then. I learned to ski.

Skiing requires base layers of long underwear, balaclavas, glove liners, fleece pullovers, hand warmers, and an awareness that all of this gear must be applied, zipped, and strategically maneuvered to limit skin exposure and insure maximum warmth before you even step outside. 

I'm forever sure it won't be cold enough, really I can't imagine it will actually be that cold. I leave off layers that I soon regret or walk onto lifts with my clothing partially assembled having to clip, zip, and tug it while exposing my hands to the windchill and loosing body heat I can't regain on a mountain top.

I manage a few runs despite numb fingers and thumbs that throb and ache because I love the trees sparkling with ice and that the sunlight bounces off the snow in an over exuberant fashion. Maybe it was all the hurricanes in my youth, but I love to see the wind whipping snow with force and drama. 

It's below zero on that mountain, my toes are purple, I'm wishing for heated gloves, but it's beautiful. The snow and light are dancing, the trees are frosted.  I am not in Florida anymore. 



Saturday, January 23, 2016

Quote

"Developing a sense of taste means exposing yourself to a wide range of something—a wide range of music, a wide range of art—and not just exposing yourself, but asking questions."
- Brian Grazer, A Curious Mind

Monday, January 18, 2016

A Chimera

As a child, I was curious about faraway places. I stared a images in National Geographic for hours wondering how would it really be? I also really wanted to go to the mermaid lagoon in my Peter Pan picture book.

I got to a few places around the globe, some in National Geographic; I lived abroad for a decade and traveled. 

Now, I'm curious about what's inside, what's accumulated or what's always been there, but has only just been excavated. Oh, that's exciting stuff.

It's hard to find the inside stuff, you have to practically wander into it. I read a lot, ask questions, and write bits of it down. I'm not sure what I'm doing with it, but I like having notes and random thoughts on papers in various notebooks. When I take the time to explore my notes, sometimes I come up empty handed, other times, I gain an insight. Sometimes I perplex myself- contradictions like when I realize something I thought to be true, isn't true anymore.

I value positivity, but in my darkest moments it fails me every time. I still pursue it but not relentlessly because it's not the thing I'm after.

The thing I'm after, curiously, keeps changing, a chimera.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

80s Night: Everybody needs to dance more

At my first eighties night in thirty years, the Casa DJ spun the dance tunes that even I, only slightly into music and without cash to buy many tapes or albums, remember- C'mon Eileen, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Like a Virgin. I'm still a Cyndi Lauper fan. People dance with their phones glowing in their hands now which just seemed wrong, maybe odd.

It's weird to dance again, I mean I sort of remember how, but I mostly dance around the house, but even that has been a while. 

One should wear ear plugs when dancing in front of giant speakers with a gyrating dance floor belting out all the tunes. I saw a student; I figure it's eighties night, that was my decade, students deserve to see a teacher out having fun. 

The music took a tentative turn toward the unknown at midnight, we left, but first we walked past students assembled out the door and down to the corner of the street; I had no idea. 

I watched a TED talk today on messiness. The stranger, the destructive act, the uncomfortable silence- they feel awkward, but they are good for us.

 Everybody needs to dance more.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Keep Shining

I fold away the new year sparkles.
I dump the odds bits of snacks into the trash.
I wipe down the counters.
I stare at fresh horizons as a new year beckons.
I look at the old with new eyes.
What good is it if... I don't make it better?

I'm unfinished- there is more to take away...

I fold away my fears.
I reach for an ounce of courage.
I add a dash of hope.
I soften and lean toward a better me.
I polish; I edit.
Keep shining.

Friday, October 23, 2015

The IKEA Effect

There's this idea that's been around for a while (2011) called the Ikea Effect. It's about the work put into assembling furniture from Ikea that though it may not be the prettiest, the time and labor put into it makes it all the more valued. Labors of love are special. Even Harvard has studied it. 

Today, I officially reentered the work force because of someone else's vision and value of my professional journey which has taken me through five degrees, three continents, a career in health care, a dual masters degree in nursing and business, a love of story, and the desire to work with students again. My heart glows with thanks and gratitude, made all the more meaningful because it was assembled, so to speak, by hand with directions in Swedish with a lot of screw drivers and hammers. 

It's not a fancy title. It's not for riches. It doesn't even include a tuition break, but it's a launch. Thank you! I can't wait to see where we go.