Monday Meditation ~Love by Tom Robbins

No strings Attached
“My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.” ~Tom Robbins

 

“Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.” ~Tom Robbins

 

“When two people meet and fall in love, there’s a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it’s usually too late, we’ve used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It’s hard work, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay.” ~ Tom Robbins

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The Sanity Clause ~ An Artist’s Legal Right

At lunch I hopped over to the Art supply store to snag a white gel pen. Mine was woefully empty. I grabbed a few .005 black microns, mine also out of ink, and headed to the check out. I had a skin tone copic sketch marker (E18-copper) in my pile. I couldn’t remember if I’d already bought this color so I inquired on their return policy. I wanted to make sure I could exchange it if need be or I’d just come back for it later.

“You must make a living doing art” the clerk’s response.

“Why?” I almost responded- though I already surmised he was referring to the cost of these markers. They don’t come cheap. And if I had so many as not to remember which ones it seemed a logical conclusion even to me. I knew what he meant as most starving artist do. My next impulse was to confess “It’s my obsession. I hoard art supplies.” Instead I bit my tongue.

“No I don’t make a living. I make money but I don’t support myself through art.” I replied in defense of my glut. Can one be addicted to Copic markers?  I pondered silently to myself.

“Hmm. So it sounds like Christmas Cash.”

“Yes” I responded though bus fare was more accurate. “Honestly this is how I keep my sanity, through my art.”

“Oh, so then it’s the Sanity Clause.”

“Yes that’s exactly what it is.”


Chico:” Wait what’s this say here?”

Groucho: ” Oh that. That’s the usual clause. That’s in every contract. That just says if any of the parties participating in this contract are shown not to be in their right minds. The entire agreement it automatically nullified.

Chico:” Well I don’t know”

Groucho: ” It’s alright. That’s in every contract.That’s what they call a sanity clause.”

Chico: “Hahaha. You can’t a fool a me there ain’t no sanity clause”

Monday Meditation ~ That Which is Indestructible

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Monday snuck up on me unawares. My iphone had to be reset this weekend, rolled back to ground zero. And of course the one action I needed to take in the rebuilding escaped my mind, which seems somewhat addles these days. I failed to reset my alarm clock. Luckily for me today is trash day. So the early passing beep beep beep riled me from my warm cocoon.

Then heading out the door my yogurt fell from aloft its precarious perch-balancing above my salad and dressing containers. Shattering upon impact yogurt expelled across the stoop and roommate’s car. A quick clean up I headed back inside for my backup yogurt.

On the drive into work I noticed what appeared to be a little puncture in the lid. Now being raised in the era of razor blades in caramel apples, in the age when neighbors could still handout baked goods for Halloween, I was taught to inspect my food before digestion. So this was a red flag. Not to mention I was already dizzy this morning with slight double vision, another red flag.

Paranoia set in. Had that been there when I bought it? Or could it have been created in my fridge or somewhere upon transport. I had two choices as I saw it. Throw out another $3 yogurt or dive in. I threw caution to the window and ate it. Okay so full disclosure- only after removing the lid and upon close inspection realizing it hadn’t punctured the seal completely. I didn’t get too far from my childhood programming. Besides I find myself a wee bit more cautious these days as I nurse my solitary kidney.

I’m back to work which is filling my days up and not being at full strength my evenings aren’t as productive as they once were. That said, I need to find the energy this evening to finish the quail toile layout for my friends handbag line. They need to deliver the pattern to the printers. I have a little research to do on how to create a pattern for repeat in wallpaper. And I don’t over exaggerate when I say my git-up and go is low. But this is for a friend (motivation 1) and honestly I like the idea of my quails getting printed. I put a lot of work into them and frankly I’m proud. So if you have any tips for creating repeat patterns for printers please share. Back to work I go. Oh wait I should leave you a little Monday Meditation.

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Image: Alice in Wonderland- Grace Coddington, Annie Leibovitz- Curious and Curiouser