Happy Birthday Andy


Today March 24th, Andy Zorn would be 32… Happy Birthday, son.

A few images that are great memories of him. Love you kiddo.

He was the life of the party, red headed, green eyed and always into something. A fabulous fisherman, he could out fish the lot. He was a wonderful son and a great friend. Missing you on your day.

You are gone, never forgotten.
Life goes on, so live it well, it could end at any time.
Go for the gusto, travel, meet new people, listen and help others.
Be KIND.

Wish you were here I’d take you out to the Great Barrier Reef and let you snorkel and eat a lobster.

PK land

Images from my land west of Ft. Worth. “where you put seeds of love, flowers bloom.”

The philosophy of painting a life story.

Past thoughts are like a work of art.   It is already painted, hung on the wall and viewed.  Our thoughts should be like this.  Already did that,  finished and moving on.  A painter knows it is difficult to go back and rework a painting.  Typically, once you finish and return to paint you have lost the “zone” you were in at the moment you were painting.  The likelihood of getting it back is slim.  When recalling thoughts of past love, loss,  and sad times, it is best to observe them like a painting.  Frame it and hang it.  Reworking those times in your head, honestly it just doesn’t work.  The painting is finished, like the past life experiences.

From my artist view point,  it’s time to move on and paint something new and fresh.  How about you?  Are you still reworking life’s tragedies?  Well stop it!   Today create a new composition.  You may not be an artist but you can create a new life story.

Saturday morning I became a student of a 16 year old who has five years of Chinese traditional painting under his belt.  I pulled out my new bamboo brush dipped it in ink and started painting.  He stopped me!  The line must show more emotion from thick to thin in the blades of grass.  I should paint with more feeling.  He would correct my fingers and the way I held the brush many times.  He was so patient and constantly showed me how to paint leaves.  He has practiced the art of painting leaves for a year and I thought I could pick it up in a day.  NO way.  There is a specific way to create each part of nature according to my young Chinese teacher.  I would watch him paint.  Then I would copy his strokes.  I quickly forgot and couldn’t do it again to save my soul.  He never laughed just keep showing me again and again.  Is this what I need in my story of life, someone to show me again and again how to do it right?  I am beginning to wonder.

Is life a painting?  Think about that just a moment.  If  life is a painting, what does your’s look like?  Is it beautifully executed  or retouched and muddy.   Have you hung it on the wall or do you rework it over and over?  Today lets stop reworking our paintings, lets create a new one to hang on the wall?  You need some new supplies or new thoughts.  For me I bought all new supplies in a shopping trip to “Fu Zi Meow” or Confucius Temple shopping mall.  New bamboo brush, ink, felt pad, paper, and a couple of  “how to”  books in Chinese.  Fresh start.  New supplies are like new thoughts.  What do you want to paint?  I want to paint a mountain with misty clouds… but first I need to learn grass, rocks, leaves and flowers.   This is the start of my creation, a thought provoking mountain landscape.  Must learn the parts to create the whole composition according to my young teacher.  Like life, get all the pieces in order to create a great life painting.

Pieces?  What are your pieces?  Think for a moment, all the sweet things in your life.  Do you need to thank someone for something they did for you?  Maybe a child cut their finger and you were able to offer a band-aide and compassion to heal their wound and dry a tear.  Have you talked to your child today?  No!  My suggestion is call them and say “I love you”  for no reason.  Write them an email or text them a nice message.  Know an old person that is lonely, then go visit them?  Don’t know an old person, then call your grandmother and say hi.  You can smile at someone when your walking down the street.  Take someone to lunch and pay for it.  See someone on the street begging for money, then give them a coin or two.   Your painting becomes a compassionate one, one with tender feelings and love.  Every minute you are painting a life story, make yours beautiful, full of wonderful emotions and lovely memories.

Remember you can’t go back and rework it or you will muddy it up.

Start creating your story of life.  Reflect and step back, look at it and admire the effort you spent on it.  You might want to do this every evening just before you fall sleep, recall all the events of the day and say, “What a nice composition I created.”  Then fall asleep, and awake to a new day and start your new work of art.

What are you creating?  Hit the reply button and tell me what it is you created today!

Renting a high-rise apartment

It was raining cats and many dogs when I walked two long blocks to the apartment complex with Sophia, the school secretary our person that gets everything done.  Isn’t it always the secretary’s and shouldn’t they make more money than all of us?  She is pregnant and followed me down the street with her umbrella, commenting she loves the rain.  Well I will admit it was an experience in wetness, not sweatness.  We met the land lady on the 27th floor to view the space.  Removed our shoes and put on slippers.   I always wondered why they left their shoes at the door.  I know now.  After walking in the mud puddles, no one would want these dirty shoes in their homes.  It is a wonderful custom, and I think everyone should do it.  So if you come to visit me I will have slippers for you at the door.

My new apartment is a split level, making it both  27th and 28th floors.  The master bedroom view is to the south, highly prized by the Chinese.  (Good Fortune!) The kitchen is cute with a huge view of the three pagoda looking hotel and freeway.  It is about 1000 square feet I am guessing, plenty large with a living room, extra bedroom and bath and a half.   I asked for it to be cleaned and the lights to work in the bathrooms!  Geez what is the deal, no lights?   So the landlady agreed and will take two extra days to get it ready.  She is a nurse and her husband a surgeon.  How convenient in case I get ill!  Afterwards back to school, I had night guard duty.  Just watching the kids as they do homework.

This evening I watched Sawyer do Tai chi with his master.  The master has a large stomach, the better to hold his chi, I am told!  He gave Sawyer a little box with a baby on it.  It is a gift as his wife just had a baby girl.  They give gifts to all their friends to share in their joy and fortune of the birth of their new one.  Lovely tradition!   I came to school the other day and found a porcelain pig wrapped in pink sheer fabric, one of our teachers just had a baby girl and I got to share in their fortune!  Goodie a gift for me!  I like gifts.  The pig has candy in its belly, yum.  Alice was showing me her dance moves as she is learning Latin dance.  Some one tell Yulia, she may have met her match.  (Yulia was one of Andy’s best lady friends.  They took us Salsa dancing once!  Yulia is fast and furious on the dance floor, Andy and I admired her for that.)  So I took pictures of Sawyer and Alice in their poses.  They are just too cute. Alice told me today is her mom’s birthday, low and behold she and I are born in the same “birth year.”  Alice didn’t know her new Texan friend was so old!

Yoga again and this time we did one of those flip over poses, toes over your head and on the floor.  I remember Oprah speaking of muffin top on TV.  Well my muffin top had flipped over drooping into my boobs and then smashed into my face.  Last class when I did this I got stuck and the yoga teacher had to come flip me back.  What a pretzel I am!

Are you ready for a good laugh?   OK, your already laughing envisioning me  as an inverted muffin, but I got hit on tonight, you know a guy tried to make a pass at me.  I was waiting for Alice in front of the University and this white guy came barreling toward me, all excited to see the only white older lady in town.  He is a Math teacher from Montreal, wanted my phone number, very persistent, luckily Alice came along and helped me escape his clutches.  She said he was not my type!  I think he was just excited to see a white face!  HELP, just eat, pray teach……no LOVE.