Month: June 2017

Today I put down my last indoor pet. My cat has had some simple problems of peeing that has been uncomfortable for many who visited.  We have had to keep all doors closed, should he find a shoe or a shirt to mark. But the other day he was bleeding from his mouth. I took him in. There were some tests, and expensive surgery was warranted. I decided against it because of his age.  Today I lose the last other living being that was in my house.

I cried and have been sad, but I’m also trying to get used to not having to shut doors or to be able to kick my shoes off at the door. I know I have been allergic to cats, and he has not slept in my room. I wonder if my breathing will be better without a cat in my house. RIP family friend.

It is not about the loss, but the experience of a being.
Feeling thankful for him and for the possibilities of more breath.

Pusche

I’d like to think that it is avoidable, but if you are in the public eye, or you work in a larger arena, you will eventually find that you are going to piss people off. You just can’t please everyone and sometimes you just have to stop trying.

People will get an idea in their head and sometimes it takes on its own life, it becomes its own monster. Even if it is totally false. You can feel the breath on your neck getting hotter and closer and more intense. It is so unfair, and  it may sound trite but sometimes you just have to let it go. I have been thinking about this song a lot lately.

If you find you are in that place, let me encourage you to get up and shake it off.

 

Breathing in deep, dancing and shaking it off.
Pusche

‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off

Commissioned artwork

“The following is part of a letter from an artist to an architect friend: “I asked him for some of the money I need to continue my work. He told me to come around on Monday. I went on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and there was no money. On Friday someone else came to the door and threw me out. I’m discouraged about getting paid for this job.”

Michelangelo_-_Creation_of_Adam
“The Creation of Adam” 1512
fresco 280 cm × 570 cm (9 ft 2 in × 18 ft 8 in)
by Michelangelo (1475-1564)

Sound familiar? The date on the letter is May 2, 1506. The artist was Michelangelo and the patron was Pope Julius II. The “job” was a three-story tomb with forty bronze and marble statues. Michelangelo never completed the job because he was never properly paid.”

I guess I’m in good company. I don’t compare my work to that of Michelangelo. I’m only comparing the horrible treatment and feeling of rights of others to my time and work. At times my clients have been just as brutal. I can’t help but wonder what this type of stress does to my health.

I’m tired of the bad form of others towards what I create from my heart.
Pusche