What an amazing gift I had today. The arrival of a golden dragonfly to my 'pond'. The blue ones have become friendly enough to play games with me. I take a garden hose and water the plants around the sides of my pool and they come and 'ride the waves'; flying into the stream and riding it down and out. Simply an amazing thing to watch.
The neighbor's complained because we let the pool 'naturalize' which means the pump broke and it became stagnant with frogs and dragonflies all around. The township issued a warning to get it back to its pristine sparkling aqua. Bah Humbug!! We live in the country for heaven's sakes. Just because the neighbors didn't want to look at a brown pool we have to comply. I mentioned to an ecobiologist or whatever he was and he said that dragonflies will ONLY come to an environment that is in eco-balance. Damn neighbors, now I have to lose my beautiful winged friends by filling the darn thing with chlorine! The frogs were eating the mosquitoes for crying out loud.
Society...poop on all of them. They can't stand square pegs! Especially the round pegs who sit on their deck next door and look at my pond. Ivy dripping over the edges, wildflowers all around with frogs and dragonflies and now...back to being Ms. Dudley DoRight. Crap!!!
I got 'em back without their knowing it, however. I found a couple of tomato worms on my garden plants; you know the big fat lime green cutter ones. I pulled 'em off the plants and heave hoed them over the fence into their tomato plant patch! LOL, the worms should only eat the dickens out of their beautiful manicured bushes...mahwahahahahahahaha...who know the evil that lurks in the heart of a square peg...I does :)
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Fear of the unknown reason for killing?
A strange train of thought just occurred to me. Do we as humans kill what we fear. We don't recognize, what we don't 'know'?
Ask anyone in my family what is the one thing you can count on if find a bug trapped in my home; car; doctor's office? To a person they will tell you that I immediately rescue it and return it to the environment from whence it came. So moths, lighting bugs, beetles and the like are captured in my hand and let loose out a window or door. When it comes to stingy things or spiders, a cup and 3x5 card is used to trap it and return it to the wild.
When a line of ants marches across my counter to munch on a spill it is heart wrenching for me to have to kill them and usually I'll leave them unless the line becomes a swarm. Friendly spiders are left to live in corners and in winter I've been known to leave the little line of ants snaking along the edges of the bathroom sink to eat the soap scum from the dish. To this point I've either proven that I'm a nature freak, a housekeeping slob, or truly what I am...someone who respects life in all its various forms.
Today, however, I became a warrior intent on killing a strange looking bug I had never seen before. A beetle like creature that could flap its wings and fly up off the floor enough to elude me for a few minutes. I didn't think of running for a cup, or God Forbid!, cup it in my hand for release back into the wild. I was bent on its destruction! I had never seen anything like it. Was it a young cockroach (ick!) come home in a grocery bag? A stinging bug as of yet unidentified along the coast of Jersey? Or just some nasty invader I didn't know who deserved to 'bite the dust'.
In very un-Carolynlike manner I became the huntress. Chasing it around the room I cornered this unsuspecting innocent and stomped on it with my pink plastic Crocs until I heard a 'pop!' and knew I was victorious in the hunt. In that moment a wave of enlightenment surrounded me. Do we, as humans, sentence to death those whom we don't know or understand just for that reason alone? Are the wars we fight in the name of 'freedom' really from our fear of the unknown? Do we feel justified in wiping out a people because we don't understand them or their ideologies are so foreign to use we feel justified to 'stomp' the life out of a civilization we perceive to be 'evil doers'?
I can't explain the feeling that swept over me when I looked down at the crushed and broken body of that bug. It was so unlike me to have done that but I realized it happened because I was fueled by my fear of the unknown. The sadness of that moment was one I wanted to share. To give all who read this pause; to think of their own reactions to what is unknown or not understood.
For me the reason is clear. It was repugnance of something that I had never seen before and had no inclination of getting to know before I chose to obliterate it in one stomp of a pink plastic Croc.
Ask anyone in my family what is the one thing you can count on if find a bug trapped in my home; car; doctor's office? To a person they will tell you that I immediately rescue it and return it to the environment from whence it came. So moths, lighting bugs, beetles and the like are captured in my hand and let loose out a window or door. When it comes to stingy things or spiders, a cup and 3x5 card is used to trap it and return it to the wild.
When a line of ants marches across my counter to munch on a spill it is heart wrenching for me to have to kill them and usually I'll leave them unless the line becomes a swarm. Friendly spiders are left to live in corners and in winter I've been known to leave the little line of ants snaking along the edges of the bathroom sink to eat the soap scum from the dish. To this point I've either proven that I'm a nature freak, a housekeeping slob, or truly what I am...someone who respects life in all its various forms.
Today, however, I became a warrior intent on killing a strange looking bug I had never seen before. A beetle like creature that could flap its wings and fly up off the floor enough to elude me for a few minutes. I didn't think of running for a cup, or God Forbid!, cup it in my hand for release back into the wild. I was bent on its destruction! I had never seen anything like it. Was it a young cockroach (ick!) come home in a grocery bag? A stinging bug as of yet unidentified along the coast of Jersey? Or just some nasty invader I didn't know who deserved to 'bite the dust'.
In very un-Carolynlike manner I became the huntress. Chasing it around the room I cornered this unsuspecting innocent and stomped on it with my pink plastic Crocs until I heard a 'pop!' and knew I was victorious in the hunt. In that moment a wave of enlightenment surrounded me. Do we, as humans, sentence to death those whom we don't know or understand just for that reason alone? Are the wars we fight in the name of 'freedom' really from our fear of the unknown? Do we feel justified in wiping out a people because we don't understand them or their ideologies are so foreign to use we feel justified to 'stomp' the life out of a civilization we perceive to be 'evil doers'?
I can't explain the feeling that swept over me when I looked down at the crushed and broken body of that bug. It was so unlike me to have done that but I realized it happened because I was fueled by my fear of the unknown. The sadness of that moment was one I wanted to share. To give all who read this pause; to think of their own reactions to what is unknown or not understood.
For me the reason is clear. It was repugnance of something that I had never seen before and had no inclination of getting to know before I chose to obliterate it in one stomp of a pink plastic Croc.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
19 and counting
I haven't listed on eBay in months but over the past three days I've uploaded 19 new paintings. I also opened a store called Gypsy's_Art_and_odds-n-ends:
http://stores.ebay.com/Gypsys-Art-and-odds-n-ends_W0QQsspagenameZL2QQtZkm
and am stocking it with a mix of ACEOs and small format paintings. I'm loving my new art and hope you'll stop by: http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZthe_wild_gypsy
and see what I've got to offer. Here's one of my square format pieces:
Tomorrow I've got a mermaid and another red haired girl on the drawing board, both in small format. Soft Jersey Hugs, Carolyn, a Jersey Girl aka LuLu
http://stores.ebay.com/Gypsys-Art-and-odds-n-ends_W0QQsspagenameZL2QQtZkm
and am stocking it with a mix of ACEOs and small format paintings. I'm loving my new art and hope you'll stop by: http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZthe_wild_gypsy
and see what I've got to offer. Here's one of my square format pieces:
Tomorrow I've got a mermaid and another red haired girl on the drawing board, both in small format. Soft Jersey Hugs, Carolyn, a Jersey Girl aka LuLu
Monday, May 19, 2008
The best laid plans......
Was three quarters of the way packed to leave Thursday 5/22 for a four month sabbatical. Now I don't know IF I'll ever get away. I remember when I told my physician that I was planning this trip and she said to me..."That's genius...you never do anything for yourself". And so it goes...the family is having financial problems so what do I do...give them my savings...of course!
I keep telling myself that this is the way it's supposed to be. That everything happens for a reason. I just don't know when I'm going to understand the reasoning. Seven years of financial disasters and now this. Oh what the h*ll...I'll get over it but I am allowing myself at least 24 hours to mourn my best laid plans. And now I've got to unpack everything I packed!
I keep telling myself that this is the way it's supposed to be. That everything happens for a reason. I just don't know when I'm going to understand the reasoning. Seven years of financial disasters and now this. Oh what the h*ll...I'll get over it but I am allowing myself at least 24 hours to mourn my best laid plans. And now I've got to unpack everything I packed!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Countdown crunch!
Spent the day getting some more supplies packed for my sabbatical. Tomorrow I get to organize all of my eBay oddz and endz that I'll have to auction off when I get home in the fall. I've got a 7:30 am appt. on Tuesday for my six month CAT and bone scans and hopefully they'll be 'clean' so that I'll then be starting my fourth year of remission. Wednesday I've got to go food shopping for the first couple of weeks I'll be away and then Thursday morning it's sayonara NJ, hello PA. I'm hoping the trailer make it through the winter with no new leaks so I won't have to spend any time doing work related things. I've been cleaning house for a month and a half. That should let you know just how much sh*t I've collected over the last 21 years of residence in this house. If you wanna be one of my 'sabbatical sistas' send an email so I can put you on the list for semi-daily updates of my life by the lake.
Just my cat, my Chi and me...sounds like heaven 'cause I won't have to pick up a mop or a dustrag unless I want to...YAY!
Just my cat, my Chi and me...sounds like heaven 'cause I won't have to pick up a mop or a dustrag unless I want to...YAY!
Friday, May 16, 2008
I miss painting :(
I've spent the last six weeks, scrubbing, cleaning, hauling, dumping and now tomorrow yardsale selling to get ready for my four month painting sabbatical in the wilds of Amish Country, Pennsylvania. I'm going to learn to paint AGAIN! This time painting for me, from my soul, from my own silly sketches that make me smile. Hope my friends on line will keep me company while I'm there...I'm taking my 'puter with me so I can keep in touch. AND I'll have a cam so I can talk to anyone who wants to see the crazy painter from Jersey who is on a journey to herself!
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