Still not dead. Moved into townhouse. I have no curtains but I DO have my own bathroom. We will have internet at home by the middle of November and not before so don’t expect regular updates until then.
My website will be up (and is up temporarily) to be viewed. www.theyellowroomart.voyagemg.com
Check it out and let me know what you think. I’m not doing an official announcement yet because it still has a few bugs.
Love to all.
I am in fact very alive. I have a home. I have two mattresses. I have a mattress cover and a cork board and hand soap and lysol and hangers! Not to mention my curtains. This is a good day.
No time now. Must go pick up Sue (I have her car). Tess comes home tonight. Loving you all from afar. Please feel free to call me anytime.
I’m sitting at the Starbucks at Barnes and Noble with my computer and some hot chocolate. Jason Mraz is telling me that “this is what happiness is/ the wait was so worth it”. I choose to believe him; either because of his liquid-smooth singing voice or his utter sincerity. Or maybe I just know that happiness is the moments when we realize it. My hot chocolate is sweet, my table is near a window where I can watch the wind blow and know that it can’t get to me. I’m alone for the first time in fourteen days and I am soaking in the fullness of the moment.
Hence my poetical rambling.
Tess told me today at lunch that here the life courses through her veins. She found an apt description for this place where I have landed. Life doesn’t just lap around your ankles here. There are countless moments of hilarity, joy, irritation, eye-rolling and adventure. I smell flowers and have a running tally for all the yellow butterflies that fly by. Two days ago I jog/walked around a golf course (NOT on the greens) and enjoyed the rain on my hands. (The rain also fell on my head and ran down my collar which was less enjoyable). Read the rest of this entry »
I had a dream that I would write a meaningful and informative blog update for you all. Sadly it’s not going to happen. It took us ten hours to get out of the house and to a place with internet and aforementioned place is only open for another 22 minutes. Sorry everyone. Maybe during down time tomorrow I will write a better update and then just post it next time I am near a wi-fi signal.
Among the things that Tess, Sue and I deem necessary is our own secure wi-fi network. Once we actually move into a place we will get that set up.
Oh yeah. We still don’t have a home. It’s less traumatic than it sounds. Tess and I are living with the Carr family. I help Laurie do school with the young ones and Tess is also helpful. We figure we’re saving money in the long run.
And Carina is taping episodes of Castle for us to watch upon my return. Therefore all is well.
Hope things are good with all ya’ll. Feel free to call anytime. I don’t do much around here and therefore I have LOTS of phone-chatting time on my hands. Much love.
Who knew you could get presents just for heading out of town?! All my extra family has blessed me with material objects to carry along on my trip. I’ve got a rocking scarf, two pictures by my back-up sister Rachel and my brother James, cookies from Barry, lavender from Granny and Tom and a tea pot from Stacie.
Not to mention the AWESOME measuring cups and spoons from the Harris family.
So thanks everyone! I am now equipped to be warm while drinking tea (which was carefully measured out), smelling lavender, looking at pretty pictures and eating delicious cookies. Thanks to my parents my face will be clean and my skin soft.
It’s a really beautiful world.
Though I’ve had minor freak-outs over the past days I AM excited about going. The excitement comes and goes as the vision comes and goes. Sometimes it’s foggy and all I see is separation-from-parents panic. At other times the skies clear and I remember sitting in hotel halls chatting with all these hysterical, kind and artistic people.
It’s ok to leave home. It’s ok to go away for short times and have adventures. It’s ok to sit on the beach and not worry about tomorrow. It’s ok to hold babies and watch movies and walk and snack and talk to people wiser than me. And it’s good to offer who I am and what I have to people that might need The Angel of Laughter or the crazy-organizer or the Ultimate Napping Champion.
I will leave you with a quote from The Office (since it’s on the TV right now)…
“You are a real-life wedding crasher and I must bounce you.”
*bounce*
I had the best night at work, which is slightly ironic since it was my last night at work. That wonderful group of people down at Village Theatre blessed me so much. From my boss I recieved a bouquet of beautiful flowers, from the cast/crew/box office I received chocolate and quite the loveliest card. Combine those things with getting a free meal of crab cakes and french onion soup from the wonderful owner of the restaurant next door and you have a happy Meghan. THEN top all of THAT with one of my paintings being hung front and center in the aforementioned restaurant and I could just melt down and ooze out under the doors from pure love.
Plus there were hugs. Lots of hugs. Many hugs and well-wishes from the truly beautiful people that it has been my privilege to know. I tried to express my appreciation for all of them in the form of raisin/craisin bread and big smiles. I tried NOT to cry while reading my card. You can bet that thing is coming with me to NC.
As I was driving home I was reflecting on why such simple expressions of affection would touch me so deeply. Then it hit me- it doesn’t often happen that I am on the receiving end of gestures of appreciation and love. Not because people are heartless and cruel or because I love better than other people, but because there are few lovers in the world. Rachel being the one great exception in my life. (I exclude family from this entirely, you guys love me great!) I just don’t think that many people sit around and think “I bet so-and-so would love if I did _____”. It makes me want to just run around blessing everyone I can get my hands on.
But in the meantime I am going to enjoy four years of faithful service in the form of nice notes, flowers and chocolate.
Let me know if I can bless you1
“There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love as between an unlighted lamp and one that is burning. The lamp was there and it was a good lamp, but now it sheds light too, and that is its real function.” -Vincent Van Gogh
Ouch.
That’s my one overwhelming feeling just now. I’m sitting on the couch with a heating pad on my chest and a hand-made blanket covering my poor, tired gams. (“Gams” is an archaic slang term for legs, just so ya know). The heating pad is because it’s cold in the house and I’m not allowed to turn on the heat. I’m not allowed to turn on the heat because Dad hasn’t cleaned the filters yet and he wouldn’t like it if I did it for him. The blanket is for pure heart-comfort. Read the rest of this entry »
When I move to Wilmington I am going to set up a semi permanent studio. One of my desires that has lately turned into a dream, is to paint in oils. I have a set of oil paints that is very old and of dubious quality. Combine that with a landlord who (while a perfectly marvelous human being) complains about the scent of said oil paints and you me not painting in oil. The whole thing is made tragi-comic by the fact that I use scent-less solvents. It’s the paints themselves that smell.
Anyway, my desire to paint in oil has spurred something of a wish list in my brain. It’s a list of art supplies that I either want badly or actually need if I am going to be even slightly serious about being a working artist. I though I’d share it with you all, just for fun.
The List
Easels (at least three, preferably one french easel and two A-frame easels)
Cork board to coat the walls so I can hang my mini art collection, sketches and photo references
A new set of brushes for Oil/Acrylic
And big windows with southern exposure
Plus there’s about a zillion books that I want, but I’m not planning on expanding my reference book library until I know where I’m going to land for some extended period of time. Moving books is difficult.
So there ya go! Join me while I sit back and watch God provide it all1
Sometimes you get to the end of a day and you think “Huh. I wonder if someone wrote this as a piece of fiction and we just got to live it.”
And honestly, for the kind of day this was I think I handled myself well. Not perfectly- but well.
Glad it’s over. Glad each day is new.
Gonna go rub garlic on my face.
