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“Art is Theft” – Pablo Picasso

January 24, 2016 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

Picasso Painting

The journal I’m reading highlights the artist’s way of looking at the world as though always “casing the joint”, finding inspiration everywhere, using ideas from unlikely places, and creating new art from all those great ingredients.

Today’s activities ask me to make 8 captions for a triangle.

Recycle
Ancient Egypt
Mountain climbing
Black Diamond Ski Trail
Balance
Treasure
Omniscience
Salt

I’m not sure the real purpose of this exercise, except to maybe get the brain thinking a bit more globally, but there it is. Tomorrow is circles. By the way, I thought of the words, then went and found images for them afterwards. I don’t think it would be cheating, though, to scroll through images for ideas, especially since this whole book is about stealing for artistic use.

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Celebrating Success

January 24, 2016 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

Ready to celebrate some successes! I finished my creativity course, got married, wrote a novel in the month of November for NanoWrimo, and feel back on track with writing daily.

Today I bought a new journal called The Steal Like An Artist Journal – A Notebook For Creative Kleptomaniacs by Austin Kleon. He opens the book with a quote by Mary Oliver – “I think we’re creative all day long. We have to have an appointment to have that work out on the page. Because the creative part of us gets tired of waiting, or just gets tired.” This sums up my new writing plans perfectly. I am attempting to set aside time daily to work out my creativity on the page. I plan to start sharing some of that experimentation here.

Activity #1 in the journal is Ten Things I Want To Learn:

…Spanish
…how to publish an ebook
…how to format my poetry so it can be published as an ebook
…everything necessary to get a Master’s Degree
…everything necessary to get a Doctorate (just because I want to be Dr. Marshall)
…to Waltz
…to live a healthy lifestyle so I can maintain an ideal weight, shape, health for me
…how to exercise without hurting my body
…how to play 40K without David constantly reminding me of the rules
…how to make a living as a writer

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4 Vacation Days Left

August 8, 2015 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

I have thoroughly enjoyed this vacation. I have filled it a bit too full at times, but I made up for that yesterday with two long naps! My creativity course is proceeding splendidly. I am in week 2 and have done all of my writing exercises each and every day. I’m learning a little bit about my own habits and weaknesses that tend to interfere with my time for writing. I am also learning a plethora about my own creative potential and how much untapped awesomeness is contained in this universe. I don’t have to believe that every ounce resides in me, but simply that I can be a channel to get it on paper. I have to develop the willingness to let all that energy and beauty flow through me. Part of the willingness is simply showing up to the page and taking the steps to do the work. I do a ton more daydreaming about writing than actually writing. 🙂

Also, I am very excited to report that my sweet fiance has a three day weekend, which he will be spending with me when he wakes up. He was up during the night with a sick dog. I was no help. I was conked out. The dog and I are fine this morning, but my poor man is exhausted and needs to sleep the morning away.

Super amazing news – I have reached my summertime swimming goal of 60 laps. I’m not resting on my laurels, though. Now I’ve decided to set a new goal of 66 laps because my grandfather figured out that 66 (considering all the measurements of his pool) would equal half a mile. I just like the sound of swimming a nice round half mile.

This has been one of my best vacations ever. I have Salsa’d, written, read, sipped tons of tea, played with my granddaughter, attended support groups, worked on my creativity course, cleaned house making my environment more livable, swam, had outings with friends, gone to the movies, taken myself out to eat, roamed bookstores, and napped to my heart’s content. This is the way to live.

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Summer Vacation!!!

August 2, 2015 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

This was how I felt by the last day of summer school — white knuckling it — and so left my room like this:

Ok, maybe not quite that bad, but I certainly did not leave it in any shape for the start of school. I will deal with that when I return for the year. I am on vacation!

A kid asked if I will miss her and I said, “Probably not. I’ll only be gone a week.” She looked a bit wounded, but, come on. I couldn’t muster the energy to come up with a creative response and I don’t lie to my students. I should have said something like, “Probably as much as you’ll miss me,” but my brain was sluggish…due to her and her cronies exhausting me.

My dream goal five years from now is to be able to summer in Colorado or somewhere else cool (literally not hot like Texas.) I will rent a cottage in the mountains and write for three months straight. It will be a true retreat and I will return refreshed, enlightened, and ready to teach because I have truly had a break.

This is a real goal, not a far-fetched pipe dream. I became a teacher so I could read and tell stories all day and have the summers off. I have not had the summer off for the last 14 years. Not cool. I do get to do the story part, though.

For this vacation, I am writing, beginning The Artist’s Way 12 Week Course by Julia Cameron, dancing, swimming, and taking naps every day. So far, my vacation has been a blast and I am appreciating every single second that I am not at work.

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HEB Jungle

July 14, 2015 rebekahjmarshall 1 Comment

It has been one week since my pain left my joints. I have finished my cleanse and am now following a strict diet that does not include any inflammation-causing ingredients…mostly consuming fruits, veggies, lean meats, and drinking tons of water. I still walk with a limp, tire easily, get cramps and twinges of discomfort, and have swelling that has not gone away entirely. I am feeling a little more hopeful, though.

The other day I stood up and my hip caught, causing shooting pain all the way to my head. I doubled over on the bed and wept ferociously. All the terror of an impending lifetime of crippling pain overwhelmed me and I just broke down. My poor fiance witnessed my hysteria, tried to console me, and quite heroicly never said another word about it once I was all better. Such a gentleman. I have to accept that it will not be all smooth sailing. I am sure my road to recovery will be arduous and fraught with setbacks, as all roads to recovery seem to be. Why would I expect it to be otherwise? But I can’t give up at each obstacle or I’ll never get to the good stuff.

Yesterday, my daughter left me in charge of my granddaughter in the car while she shopped. She thought we should drive around the parking lot in the air conditioning so I wouldn’t have to walk and we could stay cool in the Texas heat. Instead, we went on an adventure…something I never would have done a week ago. Charlotte and I created a pram out of one of the smaller carts and explored the jungle that is HEB’s outdoor garden center. We touched each and every flower, bush, and plant that looked safe. We wheeled under hanging plants and looked at them from below. We weaved in and out of potted trees and stood underneath giant fans that made the shaded area quite comfortable, despite the 95 degree Texas heat.

We got thirsty and enjoyed refreshments next to a beautiful large-leafed plant that looked very exotic. Charlotte stared at it the entire time she drank her bottle. For the first time in a very long time, I did something that involved walking, entertained my grandbaby successfully, and spent time outside in a nature-like setting. This was big for me. The warmth, good bottle, and spirit of adventure took their toll and left us both quite spent, but it was good fun. Charlotte is a good recovery partner. She does not judge my need for breaks, does not hurry me along, goes right along with my crazy ideas, and takes naps. My kind of girl.

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Knock on Wood

July 7, 2015 rebekahjmarshall 7 Comments

I am not superstitious, but I hesitate to write this post the way people are afraid of speaking blessings out loud because the devil might steal them or people knock on wood that they have been spared. Part of me is thrilled. Part of me is scared.

The thrilled part would like to announce that, as of today, I am pain free. Gone is my cane. Gone is my limp. Gone is the agony with every step that dictated all my plans and efforts on a daily basis. I am on day 5 of my cleanse, and as promised, my pain is gone. My healer actually said it might take the full 14 days, but I’m not going to look a gift-horse in the mouth. I am not comfortable, per say, but I am free of pain. What I feel now is weakness in muscles that have not been used properly for far too long. There is also tightness and difficulty with movement in my joints, like they are unaccustomed to moving. Much still needs to be done to recover fully, but to be given a day off from pain. My eyes fill with tears of joy and relief as I write this. I must re-learn to walk properly, use mindful walking, and not overdo it. I must walk before I run, metaphorically speaking…or perhaps quite literally. I never thought I would do either again in this lifetime. I have dreams of running the same as dreams of flying. Both are desires my body has not been capable of lately.

Now the scared part must rear its fearful head. What if this reprieve is temporary? How many days do I have? One, two, a week? What if it is only a side-effect of the cleanse and as soon as that is over my pain returns? Perhaps I will be like Charley in Flowers for Algernon, all too aware of my impending decent back to my normal, which is unacceptable. I want this to be my new normal. I am not able to just stay in the now and appreciate a day free of pain. I want to forecast the future and in the process drive myself crazy. I know I am supposed to stay in the present, focus on the here and now, be content with this moment of pain-free existence that is enveloping me in peace. Perhaps admitting my fear gives it less control over me.

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Swimming Sanctuary

July 7, 2015 rebekahjmarshall 2 Comments

Just now posted, but actually occurred on July 3rd.

I believe I was 9 years old when this above ground pool was installed in my grandparents’ backyard. That would be 32 years ago. It has been lovingly maintained and swam in every summer since then. I lived in that pool when I was a child. That is where I became a mermaid, baptised myself 40 million times, and then had my official baptism as a teenager. I also lived in that barn in the background when I was a small child and then again when I had small children. So much history when your family is large and stays put. My grandfather built his home, that barn, every shed, this pool with his bare hands and a can-do attitude. He still doesn’t understand how people have become so lacking in self-sufficiency. We are all idiots in his mind.

I have had chronic pain for over a year now. In the past it would come and go, but this last year has brought nearly constant agony. Unable to do most exercise, I have longed for this pool to be swim-ready for months. They installed a new ladder/step contraption to help the elderly and disabled get in easier. It is right in the way of where I normally dive in and do my turn-arounds between laps. I felt crushed that something was different, that the water canvass of my childhood had been marred. All the while, my grandmother was singing its praises and declaring how much easier she can get in and out, so I held my tongue, fought back my disappointment, and willed myself to accept the change as a positive for others, if not for me.

And, oh, the deliciousness of that first dive-in, that cold relief to my always overheated body, the compress of pressure that soothes my aching joints…I was transported to a more carefree time when my only concern was how long I could hold my breath under water.

My pain is lessened in the water. I can stretch a little more, use my muscles a bit more freely, do some exercise that would otherwise be too excruciating, and relax. To relax with chronic pain is a rare commodity. Sleep is the only other respite and even then is interrupted by unbearable twinges that become part of gruesome nightmares and wake me in agony.

For the brief time that I am in the water, I am saved.

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Toxic Emotions

July 2, 2015 rebekahjmarshall 1 Comment

So far today, I have burst into tears five times for no apparent reason – twice while driving. I know it has to be a combination of illness and this dramatic cleanse, but I still feel a little out of control and it is disconcerting. Emotional outbursts were not listed among the side effects of this process, but it only makes sense. If my body is rapidly ridding itself of toxins, that will probably mess with hormones, serotonin levels, you name it. I will be patient, make no major life decisions in the next two weeks, and warn those closest to me.

I wish I could take off work, especially my night shifts this weekend. I was told today that I will be extremely fatigued for the next two days. Great.

On a bright note, my latest colonic was apparently extremely “productive” and my healer says I should be feeling better by Sunday. Woohoo! Here’s to hope, a step by step process to wellness, and someone to guide me out of this dark abyss I have been wallowing in.

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My Cleanse

July 1, 2015 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

This afternoon I began a cleanse under the care of a local healer whose methods I trust and have experienced firsthand. Her name is Karen Million and she works out of Lake Travis Wellness Center. http://www.laketraviswellnesscenter.com/

I began seeing her many years ago for pin and stretch massage therapy to help with a Salsa injury. Her technique was horribly painful, but she had me back to dancing in no time and her explanations of how the body works changed my whole perspective on healing. From day one, she told me my entire body was inflamed and I needed to be detoxified. I listened politely, but secretly poo-pooed her advice in that area. It all sounded like quackery to me.

Fast forward to now. She has continued to heal my muscles and joints when I am in the most pain, and has continued to assert that the underlying cause of my pain is inflammation that needs to be managed. My fibromyalgia, arthritis, injury proneness – all point back to toxic inflammation throughout my body. Long story short, I bit the bullet, agreed to more of Karen’s draconian healing methods, and have embarked on a cleansing journey.

Parts of this will probably be unpleasant: no food for 14 days, daily colonics, some nasty tasting herbs and vitamins, most certainly pain level increases as my body pulls toxins from my organs and they try to lodge themselves elsewhere in my body, fatigue, and flu-like symptoms.

The rewards will hopefully outweigh the yuckiness: by the end I should feel better, have lost some weight, have less joint pain, be rid of some nasty toxins and parasites, and have decreased my overall inflammation.

I am ready for a change. I want to dance again. I want to walk without limping. I want to be able to manage household tasks without breaking down in tears from exhaustion and pain. I want to feel sexy and strong. It is empowering to take this step. I feel hopeful for the first time in a long time that my ailments are fixable. So long tea and soda. So long junk food. Reverse osmosis ice water is my new best friend.

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Romeo & Juliet

June 30, 2015 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

Today in summer school I am teaching Romeo and Juliet to a group of teenage girls. My presentation is not the romantic drivel most of them have heard before. We examine the play through different lenses and it becomes a fabulous cautionary tale. Each scene is analyzed for thinking errors on the part of the characters: Romeo’s impulsivity, all-or-nothing thinking, keeping score, and catastrophising; Tybalt’s overgeneralizations, one-upmanship, and uniqueness (thinking he is better than everyone else); Friar Lawrence’s magical thinking, grandiosity, sneakiness; etc.

The girls open to a whole new perspective when looking at these characters’ flaws and seeing their own behaviors in comparison. This is a school in a residential treatment center, so the young ladies I am working with have seen some stuff in their lifetimes. Many of them have attempted suicide (often over a lost love), have run away from their parents or their problems, have had numerous sexual encounters in over their heads and unprepared for the emotional fall-out at such a young age, and have been betrayed or misled by the adults in their lives who should have been better role models.

My favorite discussions with them involve re-imagining the scenes using healthy thinking, coping skills, support from trusted people, accessing available resources, etc. If just one person had done something different in this play, something productive, something thoughtful and helpful, it might not have ended in such tragedy. There are always more options. “To be or not to be” (to quote Hamlet) could be a much longer list. To be healthy, to be at peace, to understand, to be open…not to be afraid, not to be alone, not to be abused, not to be so hard on yourself.

Juliet was 13 for goodness sake. So much more happens in life after 13. I’m in my 40’s, have been through a marriage, divorce, children, grandchildren, and have just now found my Romeo. Building a good life takes time, learning from experiences, and resilience. I wish for each of my students today a new critical perspective that makes each of them a “master of her own fate.” *

*from Invictus by William Ernest Henley

#from Gnomeo & Juliet (Juliet kicking ass)