Artists Block & Funky Frustration

ok it's been a while since I posted anything. My Bad. I've had my head to far.. well in too many directions. I've been trying to prepare for a class but can't get a grip on my subject. On top of that I have these pieces in my head that want out,trouble is when I opened the door to my mind they didn't fly out so easy and the piece I did looks horrible which just tells me I'm not supposed to be playing,I'm supposed to be working.

Tomorrow is my class and as of yet I have maybe a paragraphs worth of educational material to teach the kids. Soo here I am on the phone with Honey and I'm telling him I feel the need to FLEE. He says well you can go with me to..blah.blah.blah. NO! I tell him I have a headache (woke up with it),I am about to choke the oldest one with his guitar cord or hit him with a drum stick (and not the kind you eat with either). The middle one is now 45 minutes late from the Skatepark and everything I touch has turned to.. well it sure hasn't been Gold. I really want to go to the bookstore and get some fresh inspiration. I just hate that from where I live the closest one is about 40 miles- that is one way. I think I just have the "fever" as Honey calls it. I think I'm on testostorone overload. Too many He-men and only one me. Tonight is the Third Fridays Artwalk,but I think my antsy-ness would probably not do well surrounded by crowds. I wouldn't look good in Sheriff Joe pink. So I tell Honey I am frustrated to the point of tears which the guys know is never a good thing. They go into hiding and the world goes deathly quite,like after an earthquake. His solution is for me to take an ice cold shower letting the water rain down on my head.Then take two vicodins and lay down without any books,magazines,notebooks around me and just rest. My response? Can I wash them down with Vodka?

Creative Souls

The other side of My Siren Song

I've had another blog for a few words. I'm sorry to say I've neglected it and now I feel like a bad mother. Lately it's been haunting me with a little far away voice saying "why don't you post in me anymore" ,so I've decided to do double duty and link it with My Siren Song. They will stay different (hopefully) and maybe get interesting. I guess my Gemini side each want their own blogs to blog in. The other Blog is called Burnt Tortillas & other greasy fillings. It is more about my art and writing. I have 1 or 2 poems and some past pieces I've done. I just can't remember,all I know is that it's been some time since I've paid it any attention. Let me know what you think.

The Fairie Bush

Sunset in the Fairie bush

Some sweet mint from my garden and a little tidbit for the Fairies and Wee Folk . It seems, perhaps there was a bit of mischief at the tiny feast. Sweet spices have been blown around and the tiny cup is empty

Perhaps some sweetly spiced Milk to quench their thirst?


A warm Welcome and thank you to Vanessa and her magical Fairies

A comfy spot for the tired Fey cradled in the hands of a Fairie Bush

What are those sparkling things in the Fairie Bush? Could they be the ancient keys to a Fairie Camp?

The Fairies are coming!

Good morning Starshine the Earth says hello. I got an email from Vanessa at A Fanciful Twist and she said she was sending some Fairies my way to help work on getting my Creative Mojo back. Lucky for me they don't have to cross any states to get to me since we live about 60 miles apart. I shall go outside and leave the Wee Folk some sweet milk and bread to fill up on for their return flight. Do you think they'll mind if I have a cup of coffee first? I will surely share my finds with all of you. On another note,if you've never seen Vanessa's Blog please treat yourself to a visual feast. Her Gypsy Garden & Camp is to die for. Just think Johnny Depp in Chocolat' yummmmy!

La Luna y El Diablo

Have you ever been kissed by the Moon or had a late night conversation with the Devil?

I remember wandering around dreamland only to be awoken by a bright light. It was some time in the wee hours of the morning when mama moon was making her descent into the west. I tried to fall back asleep not knowing where the light was coming from. Mama Moon can be very persistent when she wants you to acknowledge her. Each time I closed my eyes the room seemed to grow brighter. When I gave up and looked out the window I discovered the source of the brightness that enveloped my room. Hanging there in my window was Mama Moon in a great fullness. To this day I swear she kissed me before sinking slowly in the darkness. I remember waking up the next morning and telling my mom that Mama Moon had kissed me good night. At this point she pretty much believed the things I had told her. She knew it wasn't my imagination,but part of the gifts handed down from my Nana's that had past before me.

Before telling you about my conversation with EL Diablo I must tell you this; I HATE to be woken up. Unless the house is a blaze or you've lost a limb just let me sleep! Ok, with that said I will continue on with my story. Super Sis who was about four at the time had broken her arm and therefore we had to switch beds. "What do you mean I have to sleep in the top bunk now??" The bunk bed was placed into a corner which had windows on each side. Outside one of the windows was a tree who's limbs reached far above the top of the windows. I remember reluctantly climbing up that top bunk to sleep in my sisters stinky bed.It was a baby's bed and therefore baby stinky. I was a BIG girl and wanted to sleep in my bottom big girl bed. I remember hearing a scratching noise and just brushed it off as the tree's limbs tapping against the window. Had I forgotten to tell Mr. Tree goodnight? Finally after a while and much irritation I opened my eyes to see El Diablo sitting in the tree looking in the window. He had a wide grin and I could tell he found it amusing that he woke me up from my wonderful slumber. I sat up all blurry eyed and I asked him what he wanted. He just laughed. I got mad and told him to go home because I wanted to sleep and he was bothering me. It worked because he left. I couldn't help but worry that Mr Tree was going to be mad if the Devil left burn marks on his limbs. In case you are wondering yes he looked just like he does in the picture. One thing that has stood out was that I wasn't afraid of him just irritated with him for waking me up.

Getting Home

I finally made it home Saturday morning. It was exactly 3:30 when I walked if not crawled into the house. I was supposed to have arrived at 11p.m. but the lead locomotive had other ideas. Somewhere in Colton it decided to lie down and sleep. It was two and a half hours before we got a borrowed locomotive and uh, got back on track (sorry I couldn't resist).

Originally I was only going to take the train one way and have Super Sister bring me back, but because of some scheduling conflicts (not to mention that I really needed to get my lesson plan together for my class) I ended up doing it round trip. I had intended to photo journal my trip to California but, unfortunately my camera wasn't game. I handed Honey my camera before I boarded seeing as there was no point in taking a camera that wasn't working. So, all this beautiful scenery was wasted. The backside view of Arizona, Salton Sea and the colorful graffiti and scenic Downtown Los Angeles were just memories.

When Super Sis and I decided I would take the train back, I thought I was being given a second chance at photo op's. Only to have the train die and it be pitch black outside when we got moving. Super Sis and my cousins wife said it was a sign that I should have stayed longer. Wasn't ten days of me enough?

I managed to take a few pictures just not all that I would have liked. Oh well there's always next time right?