Friday, July 31, 2009

Friday Photo

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Charlie, in Fiji.
A man working at the hotel we were staying at had invited us to his village's kava ceremony. Can't say much for the taste of that concoction [blech], but have much to say of the adorable kids. When I snapped a photo of all the kids, they flashed the universal two-finger 'peace' sign. Yes. A little peace, with a side of 'no problems, no worries' would be quite nice. In Fiji, that's, 'SENGA NE LENGA.'

PHOTO ©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Blue, yellow, and green

T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
There are sweet moments in life that can sneak up on you when you [blue], may be inspired by or come in contact with something or someone new [yellow]. You liked this new hue. It was unique. It "moved you." A la Crimson & Clover. As time passes, and you're drawn to this new shade, maybe you even meld into it [green]. The challenge then lies in the 'balance.' While you may meld into [green] and really like this new hue, you must also maintain your original, your true color.
It's what connected you in the first place.
©2009 Wendy Hudgins


T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
'Teachable moments.' The buzzword from last week's Presidential press conference on health. Perhaps the 'health' of race relations?

With the Gates-Crowley incident, a societal discussion has bubbled up.


Think of even the tiniest little gas leak in your house. If you were to light a match. BOOM. It would ignite. However, if there were no gas
(or the race discussion became a non-issue) then there would be no explosion. Life would march on.

But a discussion has been 'lit.' Clearly, there are still issues. Opinions. This incident struck a chord across races. So we should still discuss. Until it gets neutralized. Until we are better able to be colorblind.

Not colorblind to where we mask out and homogenize our uniquenesses, cultures, and rich histories. But colorblind to where if someone else were in the shoes of Professor Gates, that the treatment would have been the same. Take me, a 5'2" white female. If I were locked out of my house, and I were jimmying my window or door,
and an officer came to the house, and I showed him my ID, would
have been taken down in handcuffs to the precinct?

So a societal discussion has bubbled up? Good.

Until we're colorblind... keep talking.
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Heart. Head.

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If I create from the heart, nearly everything works;
if from the head, almost nothing.
[ Thanks Chuck ]

Monday, July 27, 2009

Creativity. Art.

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Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.
Art is knowing which ones to keep.
[ Thanks Cat ]

Friday, July 24, 2009

Friday Photo

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My niece, Zoe, 6-months old on 7/28. Atlanta.
PHOTO ©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Thursday, July 23, 2009

God doesn't throw dice

T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
We never know what our relationship with the person next to us is at any given moment. We can be sitting next to someone on the bus and they may be someone we hurt in a past life and owe an apology to, or they can be a messenger sent to change our lives. We can never be sure what the reason is, but we can be sure there is a reason.

Be open to everyone you meet. Keep your smile warmed-up. And get the word "random" out of your head. As Einstein said, God doesn't throw dice.
[ Thanks Jeffrey ]

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Which one wins?

T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
There is a story attributed to Cherokee wisdom...
One evening a grandfather was teaching his young grandson about the internal battle that each person faces. “There are two wolves struggling inside each of us,” the old man said. “One wolf is vengefulness, anger, resentment, self-pity, fear… the other wolf is compassion, faithfulness, hope, truth, love…” The grandson sat, thinking, then asked: “Which wolf wins, grandfather?” His grandfather replied, “The one you feed.”
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Doubt. Faith.

T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
When we have doubt, it limits our faith.
When we have faith, it limits our doubt.
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, July 20, 2009

New grass. Old lot.

T W E N T Y - S I X - L E T T E R S
I saw it on last night as I drove by Fenton and Bonifant for an errand. This blog entry. What used to be an old rickety building on an old lot is now freshly-mowed green grass.

I also saw it in 2007 in the lower 9th ward. From Katrina. Concrete foundations that used to be someone's home. People who had never known that area wouldn't know what was used to be there. Now just a concrete slab and weeds. But the owners knew. The neighbors knew the history behind that old lot.

History isn't meant to be forgotten, but in order to move forward, sometimes we must start fresh. Even nature does this.

As we navigate new waters in our lives we need to be reminded that even at a slow pace we each possess the capacity to change.

It may take time for fresh grass to grow over old habits or memories. But it is NOT destined that we repeat things in our past. We know the patterns from our past. So repetition of them is easy. But if we want 'better,' we must do 'different.' Think 'different.' Allow new possibilities to grow and develop. And trust that the seeds we lay down, the new efforts we make, will blossom and flourish in time.

We need to try to see the something not as the old [insert old identity here], but envision what it's future might be. Then let it grow.

The past has valuable lessons and memories for us. But when some of those lessons or memories don't work, or you don't wish to repeat them... it's time to lay some new grass on that old lot.

Move forward and think fresh.
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, July 17, 2009

Friday Photo

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Sunrise — Little Cayman, Cayman Islands
PHOTO ©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Lux in tenebris

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So after yesterday's 'confessions of a blogger on hiatus,' I met with someone to review the contents of a Souvenir Program I'll be designing. It's for an upcoming black tie event at our church, The 1st Annual Fundraising Concert by the University of Liberia Alumni Chorus.

Things like this (announcements) normally don't make their way into my blog, but with Tuesday's breadcrumb of my '11:11' entry on Bastille Day, then yesterday's creative spark, 'Tiniest bit of light in the darkness.' This one simply could not go unmentioned in its breadcrumb quality...

The motto for the university is Lux in Tenebris
Translation: there is light in the darkness

When I told her of my entry title from yesterday and the coincidence of it also being the their motto, she simply smiled with a calm, confident wisdom, and said, "well, that must mean you are on the right path."

These people flitter in and out of our lives. We need them. And someone needs us. I recently heard a great thought, "sometimes we don't know if God is using others to work on us, or if God is using us to work on others." That's not our concern. Our concern is to keep our eyes open. Remain hopeful. Reach out. And keep going.
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Tiniest bit of light in the darkness

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What do we cling to? Where does our hope come from? What pulls us out of our struggles?

While I've seemingly been on a blogging hiatus, I am feeling ideas and inspiration coming back bit by bit. And I never want to write just to write. I want to [insert creative outlet here] because in the core of my creativity, my being, my spirit, I have something to share.

That goes back to this belief that crept into my mind earlier this year...

When people tap the deepest (often darkest) places within them, they become connected to The Source that binds all of us together. Not just to those who are living, but also to all the people who came before us, and who are still yet to come. Timeless. Immortal. Bigger than most
of the nonsense and fleeting trends that make up our daily lives. But
in all of the scary stuff, the aggravating stuff, the buried dreams, the monotonies, and responsibilities of life, how can we tap into that source? Lift ourselves out and rise above the artificial, toxic, mediocrity-inducing, ingredients crowding up, sometimes even suffocating, our lives?

I recently saw Slumdog Millionaire, and for Jamil in the dreadful confines of the slums of India, it was a girl that gave him hope. On
Man vs. Wild [sigh], Bear, has a photo of his wife and kid tucked
in his shoe. Hope is powerful. Even if it may be the tiniest bit of
light in the seemingly darkest places of our lives.

Find, then follow that glimmer of hope.
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

It's 11:11 in Paris

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It's 11:11 in Paris. My favorite time. My favorite place.
Bonne Fête National, aujourd'hui!
©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, July 10, 2009

Friday Photo

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From a tiny little fruit stand in South Carolina.
I picked up a huge basket of these last week heading from Atlanta to the
North Carolina
mountains. It is peach season, and these are amazing.
PHOTO ©2009 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, July 3, 2009

Friday Photo [July 4th]

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New Orleans, Louisiana.
No matter how tattered, torn, worn, or faded something is... at its deepest core, it is... what it is. Even our own wrinkles, bumps and bruises, heartaches, and proud moments are reflections of the things that have made up our lives. And how we've handled them. Some days we may be flying high and proud. Other days we may be weighed down by a rainy day or a heavy heart. We may get tattered along the way but it is still important to possess a sense of independence, gratitude, and respect for where we've been in our life, what we've endured, where we are right now, and where we are heading. Even if we can't yet see just where that destination might lead us.

Could those people who declared 'independence' way back in 1776 have ever imagined our country as it is now, today, in 2009? Try to find a level of hope and aspiration for your own life.
Be bold! Dream big. REALLY big. A few folks back, two hundred and thirty-three years ago did. They were also full of faith.

Have you ever noticed that almost all of the patriotic songs we launch into on the 4th of July (way back from a time, incidentally, of immense growth, change, challenge, and uncertainty for this young country) not only mention, but actually highlight, 'God?'
"America, America, God shed his grace on thee." Yes. Have a little faith.
Dream big. This IS the land of the free, the home of the brave.

And as life has a way of constantly testing us
, we must be brave.

And we must have faith.

PHOTO ©2009 Wendy Hudgins
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