This experience was much less awful than I imagined, but not great as to be expected. It was fine the day of - surgery went well - two full bony impacted and one that had come through. I had two tops and one bottom - so the bottom one hurts more, which is typical. So if you only have tops, don't even worry about it!
But overall, the hardest part is the mental game of healing. After a few days have passed since this was filmed I am at the point where it's almost like an internal scab when it gets itchy. It's just annoying, sore not really pain, very distracting. I've found that the Advil is still helpful at this point... But enjoy these few tips and such!
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A few weekends ago, I was back east for a family wedding.
The wedding was lovely. The day-of weather was beautiful despite recent hurricanes, and though I was nervous for the ceremony reading I was going to share, it all went perfectly well.
Nick and I flew back to the east coast together, but with his work reaching the end of their fiscal year, he flew back to Denver sooner than I did. I spent more time with family, catching up on the past year or more. This left me to travel home solo. I don't mind traveling alone, but I do love to travel with Nick. I think it's actually one of the things we do best together. Our whole relationship is really based on travel, but that's another story...
I found myself traveling back to Denver, quietly making my way through the airport, after a teary good by to my mom. I had a bag of freshly picked apples from my favorite orchard and popcorn from the local arcade (it's literally the best, we are all hooked, don't judge). This made my bags a bit tricky to maneuver, and meant I'd receive some chastisement from the flight attendant, but I managed thanks to the larger paper bag from the airport market. I slipped the bag of apples next to the salad and walked onto the plane.
I don't really like to chat on airplanes. I find that awkward pause between conversations unbearable. You come to a mutual place where you're both still talking, not sure how to end it, but definitely over it, and even when it is ended, there's that feeling hanging in the air. It's as if the energy has been opened, but then it just floats, unsure if it's needed or if it should just go back to hiding. There's that other awkward situation if only one person realizes that the conversation should be over, or the people around you are over it, but the person keeps going on and on, a bit too loud for such a crowded space. This is the worst. This plane ride wasn't like that at all, thankfully.
It was, while mostly uneventful, somewhat comical. At some point during the flight I wanted my water bottle - one of those camel back ones with the silicone straw type sipping device. Well, I wish I'd remembered that they often leak on airplane rides - and when I reached down to get it, well, it had leaked. I used some napkins to dry the backpack a bit, no harm done, but you know how tight these planes are and how now at least 16 people know that your water bottle leaked.
And then, you know how those silicone straw type sipping devices keep the water inside it (and that's likely how the leak started in the first place? Well I will usually pinch it just to let the water fall back down into the bottle rather than staying in the mouthpiece - but this was an airplane under cabin pressure - so it shoots directly up towards my face. Luckily I had napkins handy already.
If this wasn't enough, I decide I might as well keep the train rolling and eat the salad I purchased to compensate for the lack of lunch on a lunch hour flight. (Why do they even bother with the pretzels?! all 4.6 of them in that tiny stupid pouch...) any way. The dressing container was not too unfriendly, but was touchy enough to spurt out a bit of the mustard colored dressing onto my sweatshirt. Still, no harm done. I'm just lucky that my choice to shake my salad in the container to distribute the dressing didn't go awry!
And all the while I was able to laugh at myself and this comical stretch of consumption.
Lucky for me, the two guys sitting next to me were not weirdo's (like the guy standing near me in at the gate who I actually prayed wouldn't sitting next to me or near me), but looked more like professors of somthing. They seemed kind, they had glasses of white wine, split a sandwich and were mostly quiet.
Other than general exchanges for the flight attendant passing out drinks, and the moment I decided to let this guy know that his head phones were sticking out of his pocket and risked being lost (the little rubber ended kind), which took much more explaining than I realized, it was mostly not awkward.
There was even a moment when the man sitting in the middle, nodding off on a nap, nearly spilled coffee all over his lap because he had it in his hand to prevent it from being knocked off the tray table. Luckily I had the somewhat damp napkins handy.
Later on in the flight, he started working on a book - an illustrated book with a lovely message from what my too close not to peek eyes could tell. The illustrations were familiar, and very sweet.
I was interested and appreciated seeing someone do something creative on a flight. I'm always somewhat nervous to do that since I know people are peeking over shoulders and between seats - they can't help it, I don't blame them. I am always curious as well.
But as the plane landed, he handed me a small piece of paper.
"I made you a book mark. It's you apple picking," he said.
I was taken aback.
"Thank you! That's so sweet!"
He had signed it.
I asked what he had been working on. He told me it was a book deal with scholastic, and that the message was, if you had an audience of the world - what would you say?
I asked what his something was, "Don't be afraid to create."
Me? "More Love. More Compassion."
And it's true. The great movers of our time all have a something.
"I have a dream." "Give peace a chance." "Be the change."
While maybe over used now, they're still potent mega-truths.
We chatted about creativity, being an artist, follow your heart, and what they were up to in town.
It was a lovely exchange, that wasn't awkward at all. One of those small moments that makes a whole trip meaningful.
I framed the drawing - there was no way I could use it as a bookmark.
Stay Open & Aware ( & Radiant),
If you're a creative and curious, watch this video of his most well known book.
I cover Jolene by Dolly Parton on ukulele!
This is my first real cover out into the world! I must admit it's a little bit nerve wracking and weird to put this out there, because singing in "public" is still not a natural or comfortable feeling for me, but
I love this song, and I love playing ukulele so it just made sense.
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I had this project on my mind for a while and had fun going through the process.
It was pretty simple, and it was fun to bleach just the center part of the shirt. A little different than usual! Also - it's a bit nerve wracking to post myself singing and playing ukulele... so that's new and fun and takes some courage but I love it so it's worth it! If you want to see this shirt style in the shop, let me know in the comments!
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I remember the moment that I ‘discovered’ art. I remember the spark that hit me, that told me YOU ARE AN ARTIST, YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING & THE WORLD IS OPEN TO INTERPRETATION.
It was in first or second grade. We were learning how to cut & fold paper 'properly'. Anti-climactic? Not really, because the sensation was as epic as I remember, I promise. I was like, WHOA, I GOT THE POWAH. So, yea, even though I was tiny, & it was a simple exercise I remember that moment to this day. I remember the kid next to me was like, you're way too into this. And I was like, WATCH ME FLY.
I remember the class room. I was on the left side of the hallway, a long rectangle from left to right, we were sitting on tallish tables. I was in the back left corner. I remember the teacher, her face, her vibe, but I can’t remember her name. Im sure I could look it up. But here comes the good part!
Back in MA before I went through the difficult (for me) transition that was moving to Denver, CO, I was working at an organic café, and she came in. The teacher came in. I was like - TUNNEL FLASHBACK TO MY FIRST GRADE MOMENT OF ‘IM AN ARTIST, WATCH THE F* OUT WORLD.’ I HAD to tell her! I had to tell her I had this moment in her class. So I did. And it was such a beautiful moment, for her, for me, for artists and creatives everywhere. Because it’s human connection that makes our world worthwhile. It’s nature and our innate need to create that makes it, ALIVE and VIBRANT. She was touched, and I was sure to make what ever she ordered that day especially imbued with gratitude.
The next time she came in, she had something for me.
Some projects are finished quickly, with the flow moving in one steady stream. When it's finished, the project is simply complete. Satisfying and clear. Other projects take time, and thought and the right moment. The latter is what happened with this giant dream catcher, that I've nick-named "Giant Dreamy" because writing giant dream catcher every time is too long. And this kind of project often takes on a life of its own...
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Finding something spontaneous on a journey is more valuable than any plan you could hope yo make. We can walk in with no expectations and find ourselves not only pleasantly surprised, but stunned by the surroundings we come to experience.
Enjoy these stunning pics from a recent trip to Steamboat Springs!