Wednesday, March 30, 2011

3-30-11, Day 206

To Kathy/Dan:


From Kathy/Dan:

3-29-11, Day 205

To Gloria:


From Gloria:


"I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart could crack wider than you can handle.  He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast.  But you still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of it.  Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it.  Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack."--
                                        Rebecca Wells. 



To Judy:


From Judy:

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

3-21-11, Day 197, Week 29

To Arrowhead:
Four blind men.
From Arrowhead:
House it going?

3-20-11, Day 196

To Landlocked:


  • We looked! Then we saw him
    Step in on the mat!
    We looked! And we saw him!
    The Cat in the Hat!
From Landlocked:
Shark Pool

Saturday, March 19, 2011

3-19-11, Day 195

To JP:
From JP:
This pic is an idea a friend of mine and I had-- "the take out bag."  Purses that look similar with little fortune cookie clutches that attach. Hilarious!  I think it's genius! Too bad I don't have the skills involved to make purses haha.

3-18-11, Day 194

To Mandy:
Graffiti Gallery, Telegraph & Ashby
From Mandy:
my desk at any given time is filled with 10 random post it notes of random drawings. Overtime should be over end of April then I can get back to things that are more involved than a post it note :-)



Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

3-13-11, Day 189

To Landlocked:
Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.
From Landlocked:


Thief!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

3-8-11, Day 184

To Gloria:
Lady of Seville in 1855 thinks thoughts that she won't understand until 150 years later when she's reincarnated as Beyonce.
Celebrate International Women's Day.

From Gloria:
The Diet.  The apples in the plastic container are called "Grapples". This is the first time I ever saw them. The first one was sweet, the second did taste a bit like grapes.
XOXOXO


To Judy:
International Women's Day and the birthday of Marguerite Dorothy Pratt Jouan




The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice - - -
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
'Mend my life!'
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations - - -
though their melancholy
was terrible.  It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do - - - determined to save
the only life you could save.