brave is a big word in my life. so when i was commissioned to do this home, i knew from personal knowledge that it needed to be infused with 'brave'...
and when i tell you this home flew together like magick... it practically made itself. each object on here was placed with intention - and every object told ME it needed to be on there. this doesn't happen with every object on every home, but when it flows through an entire home all at once, i know i've tapped into some amazing vibration... some beautiful frequency...
if you would like to have your own one of a kind infused with soul birdhome, click me
my commissioner had only two requests - the color and 'rustic'.
this is brave:
Friday, March 4, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
ouch. just.plain.ouch.
very few people are aware of the problem i have with my hands. i have developed chronic, sometimes severe, hand pain. i don't talk about it on social media, except brief references. i dislike complaining about aches and pains.
it's hard to pin point when it got too much to bear, but it sent me to the urgent care over the summer because they ached so badly i couldn't stop the tears.
the pain originates in the very base of the thumb, down near the wrist.
arthritis, i figured. i have vivid memories of my mother complaining about her "arthritic thumbs".
ibuprofen would sometimes help, but i hate taking medication. i tried all the herbal things, (except turmeric, which is next) copper gloves, copper bracelets, copper rings, braces, heat, ice, arnica topical, arnica homeopathic meds... next up - accupuncture.
i saw an infectious disease specialist in september to rule out a tick borne disease. all that was negative, and the doctor said "i think it's tendonitis, i don't see any evidence of arthritis in your hands except your right forefinger" (which i knew, it's an ugly bent finger that i swear at almost daily). he advised me to see an orthopedic to rule out other things...
so then life got hectic to say the least and my hands calmed down a bit, enough to make me lax. until it got so painful again that i couldn't take it. last tuesday i saw the orthopedist hand specialist. he took xrays.
and even i could see the arthritis... osteoarthritis - the base of each thumb the worst. he shook his head and said "it's bone on bone. both hands. it's riddled with bone spurs. both hands."
medication.
no.
why not?
first of all i won't take a narcotic - they make me puke. all of them.
and b - even ibuprofen or aleve is bad for me. they play with my liver numbers, apparently i'm sensitive - all those lovely years of alcohol, i'm sure.
brace?
no. tried it.
copper?
nope. tried it.
well - how about a particularly nasty surgery where i clean it all out and cut a piece of bone off and we take a tendon from your forearm and put it in your thumb so that it doesn't collapse and be shorter.
oh my.
well, i can inject each joint with cortisone. you can have one shot every three months if needed, but this should help at least a little.
bring it on doc.
i've had a cortisone shot before. in my shoulder many years ago after a chair-exiting incident.
and then hell arrived in the form of 2 needles, 2 bandaids and some alcohol wipes.
i won't go into gory detail, but if there's one joint you never want injected with cortisone, it's that one. and lucky me, i got to have each one done!
i drove back to work in tears. i allowed myself a little pity party. i was so disappointed in my diagnosis because i had an expectation. i expected him to say 'tendonitis'. and words like 'massage' 'physical therapy' and 'will feel better'.
instead i got the opposite. and that's where the pity party came in. i allowed those tears for just a short moment and had a couple of brief moments later on when i told my coworkers and then jeff. and then i dusted off my brave girl thongs and thought about handling life changers with grace instead of self pity.
self pity was only going to dig me deeper into a dark pit. my mind was already trying to figure out how i was going to live with this level of pain on a daily basis. plus it affects my art - my hands are my livelihood.
i remembered how my mother handled me telling her that her cancer wasn't responding and that time was short. she put her head down for a moment. i swear, less than 5 seconds. and then raised her head, looked me in the eye with clear eyes of her own, and said "well then we'd better get this place packed up!"
i never saw her shed one tear after that. if she had meltdowns, she did them on her own - not that we wanted her to do that - trust me. but she refused to do that. and i respected her for that - she just set out to enjoy as much of life as she could in the time remaining - whether it was a trip to the pizza parlor or asking me to paint smiley faces on her toenails so she could smile when she looked at them.
and i should feel sorry for myself? pfffttt. people have it much worse than me. i lead a mystical, magical, loved filled life. unfortunately, pain is a part of it.
the good news is that so far, one week later after shots, my hand pain is reduced by about 75%, with cautionary twinges rather than constant aching. for this relief alone i am grateful.
i actually started this blog post not to go into such detail about my issues, but to show you all the cool stuff i had to get to be able to do my assemblage art without killing myself with hand pain. the chop saw, the scroll saw and the belt sander are all craft size - they're small and PERFECT.
hand tools do me the worst harm, so i had to reduce the amount of that...
my only worry, and probably the worry of most of the free world, is that i'm extraordinarily clumsy and accident prone and now i have power tools to help me along.
it's hard to pin point when it got too much to bear, but it sent me to the urgent care over the summer because they ached so badly i couldn't stop the tears.
the pain originates in the very base of the thumb, down near the wrist.
arthritis, i figured. i have vivid memories of my mother complaining about her "arthritic thumbs".
ibuprofen would sometimes help, but i hate taking medication. i tried all the herbal things, (except turmeric, which is next) copper gloves, copper bracelets, copper rings, braces, heat, ice, arnica topical, arnica homeopathic meds... next up - accupuncture.
i saw an infectious disease specialist in september to rule out a tick borne disease. all that was negative, and the doctor said "i think it's tendonitis, i don't see any evidence of arthritis in your hands except your right forefinger" (which i knew, it's an ugly bent finger that i swear at almost daily). he advised me to see an orthopedic to rule out other things...
so then life got hectic to say the least and my hands calmed down a bit, enough to make me lax. until it got so painful again that i couldn't take it. last tuesday i saw the orthopedist hand specialist. he took xrays.
and even i could see the arthritis... osteoarthritis - the base of each thumb the worst. he shook his head and said "it's bone on bone. both hands. it's riddled with bone spurs. both hands."
medication.
no.
why not?
first of all i won't take a narcotic - they make me puke. all of them.
and b - even ibuprofen or aleve is bad for me. they play with my liver numbers, apparently i'm sensitive - all those lovely years of alcohol, i'm sure.
brace?
no. tried it.
copper?
nope. tried it.
well - how about a particularly nasty surgery where i clean it all out and cut a piece of bone off and we take a tendon from your forearm and put it in your thumb so that it doesn't collapse and be shorter.
oh my.
well, i can inject each joint with cortisone. you can have one shot every three months if needed, but this should help at least a little.
bring it on doc.
i've had a cortisone shot before. in my shoulder many years ago after a chair-exiting incident.
and then hell arrived in the form of 2 needles, 2 bandaids and some alcohol wipes.
i won't go into gory detail, but if there's one joint you never want injected with cortisone, it's that one. and lucky me, i got to have each one done!
i drove back to work in tears. i allowed myself a little pity party. i was so disappointed in my diagnosis because i had an expectation. i expected him to say 'tendonitis'. and words like 'massage' 'physical therapy' and 'will feel better'.
instead i got the opposite. and that's where the pity party came in. i allowed those tears for just a short moment and had a couple of brief moments later on when i told my coworkers and then jeff. and then i dusted off my brave girl thongs and thought about handling life changers with grace instead of self pity.
self pity was only going to dig me deeper into a dark pit. my mind was already trying to figure out how i was going to live with this level of pain on a daily basis. plus it affects my art - my hands are my livelihood.
i remembered how my mother handled me telling her that her cancer wasn't responding and that time was short. she put her head down for a moment. i swear, less than 5 seconds. and then raised her head, looked me in the eye with clear eyes of her own, and said "well then we'd better get this place packed up!"
i never saw her shed one tear after that. if she had meltdowns, she did them on her own - not that we wanted her to do that - trust me. but she refused to do that. and i respected her for that - she just set out to enjoy as much of life as she could in the time remaining - whether it was a trip to the pizza parlor or asking me to paint smiley faces on her toenails so she could smile when she looked at them.
and i should feel sorry for myself? pfffttt. people have it much worse than me. i lead a mystical, magical, loved filled life. unfortunately, pain is a part of it.
the good news is that so far, one week later after shots, my hand pain is reduced by about 75%, with cautionary twinges rather than constant aching. for this relief alone i am grateful.
i actually started this blog post not to go into such detail about my issues, but to show you all the cool stuff i had to get to be able to do my assemblage art without killing myself with hand pain. the chop saw, the scroll saw and the belt sander are all craft size - they're small and PERFECT.
hand tools do me the worst harm, so i had to reduce the amount of that...
my only worry, and probably the worry of most of the free world, is that i'm extraordinarily clumsy and accident prone and now i have power tools to help me along.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
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Thursday, December 17, 2015
god speed my beautiful gargoyle...
we said goodbye to sabre this morning.
she was an awesome dog, and we loved her. these past two weeks have been almost surreal.
did someone say christmas was next week?????????
she had many good days, which made me glad we waited and her bad days were only 'quiet' days, where she didn't have the strength to walk around... she was in no pain.
this week she had good days on monday and tuesday. in fact, tuesday evening we were playing with her ball and she was running all over the place with her hysterical wigglebutt.
wednesday morning she was fine, ate her breakfast as normal and went out and did her thing.
i got home wednesday evening to find her in her 'quiet' time. but it seemed deeper than normal. her breathing had changed just ever so slightly. i've been watching her so closely these past 14 days that i notice every single thing about her. she'd been very clingy monday and tuesday, i remarked to jeff that this was unusual for her, angel is my clingy one.
she struggled to get up and drink water, something she craved when in her quiet time. she struggled back to her crate and promptly threw it all back up, plus some.
and i knew it was time.
after cleaning her up, and the crate, and laundering everything, she settled on the floor and i covered her with a warmed up quilt.
and i sat on the floor with her for a long, long time and we talked about life and i told her she was the best girl evah and that i loved her.... over and over again.
we called the vet as soon as they opened this morning and brought her over. wonderful office, i highly recommend this group - they go above and beyond - every single time i've been in there. blairstown animal hospital.
as jeff and i held her, i put my nose near hers and looked in her eyes and told her how much we loved her... over and over again...
and then she was gone.
and a piece of my heart went with her. but a piece of hers remains in mine forever.
godspeed...
she was an awesome dog, and we loved her. these past two weeks have been almost surreal.
did someone say christmas was next week?????????
she had many good days, which made me glad we waited and her bad days were only 'quiet' days, where she didn't have the strength to walk around... she was in no pain.
this week she had good days on monday and tuesday. in fact, tuesday evening we were playing with her ball and she was running all over the place with her hysterical wigglebutt.
wednesday morning she was fine, ate her breakfast as normal and went out and did her thing.
i got home wednesday evening to find her in her 'quiet' time. but it seemed deeper than normal. her breathing had changed just ever so slightly. i've been watching her so closely these past 14 days that i notice every single thing about her. she'd been very clingy monday and tuesday, i remarked to jeff that this was unusual for her, angel is my clingy one.
she struggled to get up and drink water, something she craved when in her quiet time. she struggled back to her crate and promptly threw it all back up, plus some.
and i knew it was time.
after cleaning her up, and the crate, and laundering everything, she settled on the floor and i covered her with a warmed up quilt.
and i sat on the floor with her for a long, long time and we talked about life and i told her she was the best girl evah and that i loved her.... over and over again.
we called the vet as soon as they opened this morning and brought her over. wonderful office, i highly recommend this group - they go above and beyond - every single time i've been in there. blairstown animal hospital.
as jeff and i held her, i put my nose near hers and looked in her eyes and told her how much we loved her... over and over again...
and then she was gone.
and a piece of my heart went with her. but a piece of hers remains in mine forever.
godspeed...
Friday, December 4, 2015
how do you live with a dying dog...
i sit here typing at my laptop, in the comfort of my living room... a day off from work. i watch sabre, my brown pit bull mix, rolling around in the splotch of warmed sunny carpet in front of me... her tongue lolling happily from side to side as she smiles as only a pit can.
and yet she's dying.
not literally as i type this, (she's way too busy enjoying the moment of warm sun, carpet, and potential belly rubs from anyone that may cross her path) but soon.
too soon.
some may know how sabre came into my life, but for those that don't, here's the cliff notes:
jeff and i fell in love a little over 2 years ago. he moved out of his house, and into my townhome. this past february we moved back into his house, and we inherited two of the five or six dogs that resided there.
the white dog, angel. a pit mix. she's a mushy love, a real mommy's girl.
the brown dog, sabre. a pit mix. she's another mushy love, and if you feed her or rub her belly she'll love you forever.
we knew these were the two dogs that were being left with us. although i'm a dog lover, i've never cared for more than one at a time, and had never been exposed to the dreaded pit bull. so yeah, although jeff assured me these dogs were the coolest bestest dogs in the world, i was a little ascared.
all that fear vanished the moment i met angel. while still living in the townhouse, jeff would go get angel and bring her home to me for a sleepover so that we could get to know each other. i fell in love with her. but he didn't do that with sabre, explaining that she had some medical complications and wouldn't make a good overnight guest.
i met sabre the day i moved in. i remember this massive headed beast barreling at me - her wide chest looked huge as it approached and i held my breath and it was fine.
i realized what jeff told me was totally true - these dogs are awesome. behaved, trained, lovable dogs. they have been my constant companions for ten months.
three weeks ago i got the flu for the first time in my life. holy CRAP was i sick. angel never left my side. i am not exaggerating this - she went everywhere with me. EVERYWHERE. i would open the shower curtain and she'd be sitting outside the bathtub.
sabre wasn't quite as attentive - sabre's #1 request is food, #2 request is belly rubs and ear scratches, #3 request is food. (do you see where this is going?)
both dogs were rescues. sabre was used as a breeder bitch, and she is the ultimate 'mother'.
she loves to play ball with me, in her clumsy way, she's an... awkward dog. she loves to sit with her huge head hanging low on her chest looking every BIT like a gargoyle.
we got word the fall before we moved in that sabre had cancer. mast cell i believe. so we knew we were on borrowed time with her - but the vet saw her over the summer and was thrilled with how good she was doing, and felt that she could go a good while longer.
i remember her happy face while we drove home from the vet. it was so cute i took a pic while jeff was driving. look at this face. a new lease on life.
it was like she knew what the doctor said....
but thanksgiving day something happened. i was in the kitchen, jeff and danny were outside playing with logs and splitters. sabre exited her bed and shakily just crumpled in front of me. i held her and i could tell she was totally disoriented. i left her briefly to call jeff inside and we sat with her for a while, soothing her. she couldn't get up. after a bit it seemed to ease a little and she shakily got up and drank water. the boys carried her outside in the warm sun to the grass where she always loved to be. after a time she seemed to rally and i brought her inside since the air had gotten chilly. she went to bed and slept. no interest in food, which is enough to tell anyone that sabre is SICK. for her not to be begging at the entrance to the kitchen would be highly unusual.
the next day she was fine. like nothing had happened.
we knew something was happening, and in our hearts we knew what that was. when she had another spell on tuesday i called the vet. sabre had some xrays and bloodwork and then ultimately an ultrasound.
that ultrasound showed what was going to kill my beautiful gargoyle. her liver was completely shot through with cancer... and causing a slow bleed into her abdomen.
she's not in pain. she's 'subdued'.
time left? maybe a month according to the doctor's best guess.
or... the bleeding may suddenly worsen and she'll die suddenly.
the vet and i cried on the phone together yesterday.
if the time comes that she is in any discomfort or her quality of life is gone, we will do the right thing.
there's nothing that can be done. i was going to type that we will love her unconditionally for the rest of her short days, but we already do that so this changes nothing.
although she may get extra treats. just sayin...
and yet she's dying.
not literally as i type this, (she's way too busy enjoying the moment of warm sun, carpet, and potential belly rubs from anyone that may cross her path) but soon.
too soon.
some may know how sabre came into my life, but for those that don't, here's the cliff notes:
jeff and i fell in love a little over 2 years ago. he moved out of his house, and into my townhome. this past february we moved back into his house, and we inherited two of the five or six dogs that resided there.
the white dog, angel. a pit mix. she's a mushy love, a real mommy's girl.
the brown dog, sabre. a pit mix. she's another mushy love, and if you feed her or rub her belly she'll love you forever.
we knew these were the two dogs that were being left with us. although i'm a dog lover, i've never cared for more than one at a time, and had never been exposed to the dreaded pit bull. so yeah, although jeff assured me these dogs were the coolest bestest dogs in the world, i was a little ascared.
all that fear vanished the moment i met angel. while still living in the townhouse, jeff would go get angel and bring her home to me for a sleepover so that we could get to know each other. i fell in love with her. but he didn't do that with sabre, explaining that she had some medical complications and wouldn't make a good overnight guest.
i met sabre the day i moved in. i remember this massive headed beast barreling at me - her wide chest looked huge as it approached and i held my breath and it was fine.
i realized what jeff told me was totally true - these dogs are awesome. behaved, trained, lovable dogs. they have been my constant companions for ten months.
three weeks ago i got the flu for the first time in my life. holy CRAP was i sick. angel never left my side. i am not exaggerating this - she went everywhere with me. EVERYWHERE. i would open the shower curtain and she'd be sitting outside the bathtub.
sabre wasn't quite as attentive - sabre's #1 request is food, #2 request is belly rubs and ear scratches, #3 request is food. (do you see where this is going?)
both dogs were rescues. sabre was used as a breeder bitch, and she is the ultimate 'mother'.
she loves to play ball with me, in her clumsy way, she's an... awkward dog. she loves to sit with her huge head hanging low on her chest looking every BIT like a gargoyle.
we got word the fall before we moved in that sabre had cancer. mast cell i believe. so we knew we were on borrowed time with her - but the vet saw her over the summer and was thrilled with how good she was doing, and felt that she could go a good while longer.
i remember her happy face while we drove home from the vet. it was so cute i took a pic while jeff was driving. look at this face. a new lease on life.
it was like she knew what the doctor said....
but thanksgiving day something happened. i was in the kitchen, jeff and danny were outside playing with logs and splitters. sabre exited her bed and shakily just crumpled in front of me. i held her and i could tell she was totally disoriented. i left her briefly to call jeff inside and we sat with her for a while, soothing her. she couldn't get up. after a bit it seemed to ease a little and she shakily got up and drank water. the boys carried her outside in the warm sun to the grass where she always loved to be. after a time she seemed to rally and i brought her inside since the air had gotten chilly. she went to bed and slept. no interest in food, which is enough to tell anyone that sabre is SICK. for her not to be begging at the entrance to the kitchen would be highly unusual.
the next day she was fine. like nothing had happened.
we knew something was happening, and in our hearts we knew what that was. when she had another spell on tuesday i called the vet. sabre had some xrays and bloodwork and then ultimately an ultrasound.
that ultrasound showed what was going to kill my beautiful gargoyle. her liver was completely shot through with cancer... and causing a slow bleed into her abdomen.
she's not in pain. she's 'subdued'.
time left? maybe a month according to the doctor's best guess.
or... the bleeding may suddenly worsen and she'll die suddenly.
the vet and i cried on the phone together yesterday.
if the time comes that she is in any discomfort or her quality of life is gone, we will do the right thing.
there's nothing that can be done. i was going to type that we will love her unconditionally for the rest of her short days, but we already do that so this changes nothing.
although she may get extra treats. just sayin...
Saturday, September 5, 2015
and then came grace...
a good friend for many years lost her 'one' recently... and this house was commissioned with what he always thought their yard needed - a purple birdhouse.
this is a good example of what an outdoor style birdhouse looks like. more paint techniques and more attention paid to how things are attached.
more pics to follow later on...when the light gets real golden...
www.sandisbirdhomes.com
this is a good example of what an outdoor style birdhouse looks like. more paint techniques and more attention paid to how things are attached.
more pics to follow later on...when the light gets real golden...
www.sandisbirdhomes.com
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