Thursday, December 30, 2010

My outlook for 2011?

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'Happy' 2011!

Click the image for more 'happy.'
Bonne année! Et bonjour y'all!
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Receiving. Then, giving.

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This is how 'breadcrumbs' and other little traditions of mine begin:
I get an idea. I begin it. Then share it.
Here's a new one I thought of today...


However many gifts you receive for Christmas, consider giving that number of other things of yours away.

Did you get one present for Christmas? Two? Ten? Look around your home. What's been sitting around unused for too long. Perhaps it's a coat, a book, a dustcatcher, those old glasses of yours, towels could go to a veterinarian's office.
I'm not talking eBay. Regifting doesn't count either. I mean GIVE away. Donate. And do it each year by 12/31.

Receiving. Then, giving... away.

©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, December 20, 2010

Revealing who we are

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Times of turbulence and challenge pull back the layers of 'who we strive to be' to reveal the 'who we are.' — WENDY HUDGINS
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, December 17, 2010

Our year in... 'status.'

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Yesterday and today opened what's sure to be a floodgate of 2010 wrap-ups. Your year in [Facebook] Status. I generally do not do applications on FB, but this was irresistable. A funny snapshot from this past year. From Snowpocalypse to a recent huge surprise of my two sisters showing up at my doorsteps for my 40th birthday. Here's a peek at my 2010 (click image for better view):

Friday, December 10, 2010

Breadcrumbs

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So... what is a breadcrumb?
Having so many of these recently, I need to share this post again.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, November 12, 2010

Friday Photo: A peek into the garden

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One corner of a room full of 100 flowers.
The two paintings that started this whole project are on the bottom row: Katelyn on the left wall, Susan is on the right.

My Bambi "flower" from Ducky is at the bottom right. And a really special one to me is on the far left, from one of my dearest friends Ross Weldon upon learning I was leaving Florida to move to work with Discovery Channel. The flower count to date is: 129 flowers. With limited space, there are 100 flowers here on the walls of my dining room. Every single flower I've received has a little story behind it. And in diversity of the flowers, and my knowing you, the creator of this little mark of inspiration, they are ALL are so beautiful and special to me.

To everyone who has sent one in, thank you.

I've matted and framed each of these myself (my first job in high school was at a frame shop in Tucker, Ga). There are ball point pen doodles of flowers, full-on paintings, and hand-done collages of flowers. To each of you, I so greatly appreciate your time and contribution to this really special and crazy project I came up with. I absolutely LOVE it! What a beautiful, crazy garden we all are.

To those working on your flowers now, and for those that I'll receive next year and years from now, thank you. Keep sending 'em in!

And... I think I'll need a bigger place!
Silver Spring, MD

PHOTO©2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

11/11 Annual flower count

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129
sketches, paintings, and collages of your flowers is the official flower count for 11.11.2010. Merci!

I have already framed and matted 100 of them. It is a really impressive thing to see. But to me, personally, it has a really magical quality about it. Thank you. For sending yours in.

This little idea for a Flower Garden was sparked through a painting exchange with two dear friends, Katelyn and Susan, from my year living in France in 2000. Both of their paintings happened to be of flowers. Et voila...

As we all lived in different parts of the country and the world, I was inspired to begin gathering 'flowers' from other friends as well. The garden began in earnest when I moved to Florida. I believe there were about 10 to start. And today's count of 129 illustrates so beautifully to me, that a small idea, a good idea, can blossom if you keep at it. It has wound up being quite an unexpected life lesson. A beautiful one.

The garden has blossomed into a space full of flowers from friends, family, neighbors and people who have inspired me through my life. When I get a bigger space, the other flowers will go up as well, so keep sending in the flowers! I'll be collecting them all my life. And every year on this day, I'll announce how many flowers I've received to date. Of course you know, next year is 11/11/11...

There were also 6 flowers that were really beautiful, but were not hand done, so instead of being the garden they are in the SDR.

To each of you who has taken the time to sketch a little flower for me, for the garden... je dis milles mercis!

©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Portraits of joy

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November 9th. Today marks the beginning of the last 30 days in my thirties. And it's also my dad's birthday.

I got him an unconventional gift this year, but one that simply lifted me up when I first learned about it.

I first heard about this beautiful book a few weeks back on my favorite show, CBS Sunday Morning. It was Halloween Sunday, so most of their tie-ins, unsurprisingly, were fairly macabre. But there was one that -- in nearly 700 pages -- focused on life.

"Every man dies, not every man really lives"
— William Wallace

This book and the words inside, instantly made me take a look at my own life. At his life. And all of the potential that is ahead of each of us. My dad has often said "carpe diem." But often until a tragedy or something comes along to shifts our 'norm' we aren't really, truly, compelled to do that. We forget the preciousness of life. But before I wrapped this up and took it to the post office, I skimmed over 150 little portraits
in this book of peoples lives. And in one single phrase, as if the title of a blog entry, their life was sculpted into an image:
"A knack for connecting"
"Always a song"
"Exploring the world"
"Banjos and big dreams"
"25 cats, 55 words"

Snapshots of lives interrupted.

In the forward of this beautiful book, "Portraits of Grief: 9/11," Howell Raines wrote this, "[these stories] remind us of the democracy of death, an event that lies in the future of every person on the planet. Reading these, I'm inspired by the subtle nobility of everyday existence, of the ordered beauty of quotidian life for millions of Americans."

In the intro, Janny Scott wrote, "there was something mysteriously inspiring about the portraits.... the divinity brought to the commonplace, and the preciousness of each life's path."

T
he divinity brought to the commonplace, and the preciousness of each life's path.

Yes.

That means your path. That means my dad's path. That means my path.

It made me think about my life so far and my life ahead. Am I forming it into something that is a good, strong, faithful reflection of me? Am I doing the best I can to share my insight, skills? To nourish love and friendships? Am I enjoying living my life? It served as a reminder that each of us IS here. Right now. On this planet. Living. And breathing. Now. And we have an opportunity.
We are present. That is a gift. Our life is not yet complete. The story is still writing itself.

Great song title... This is your life. Are you who you want to be?

A month from today I'll walk confidently into chapter 40 of my own story.

Why am I being so bold and sharing my age? I think age is stupid, actually. Who cares? I know people in their 90's who are younger than people in their 20's. But I'm very happy with life. With my life. Even with the stresses, anxieties, and decisions I'm faced with. I'm in a good place. I'm healthy. I'm in love. And I'm a work in progress.

And besides, the internet has pretty much done away with any sense of privacy and confidentiality, so I just thought I'd beat it to the punch. Plus, if you go back in this blog, "Bonjour y'all" which happily, friendly-ly translates to a greeting, "hey y'all," you will hopefully see a several entries that make up some of my life. Entries, that even with struggles, sadnesses, and struggles of life, still overwhelmingly paint a portrait of joy.

Wherever you are in your life, and while we can still write our story, make it a wonderful read.

I love you, Dad. Happy Birthday.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Two years of blogging

November 7th. I've now been blogging for TWO years. And in looking back, I am proud of the core message in my very first, rather spontaneous, blog post... a hope for us all. To be better.

I still believe that.

But you have to be able to separate who was behind this message and realize that HOPE is not a political party's message, it's a critical human message.


This past year, I have been overwhelmingly blessed with an abundance of freelance creative work. To each of my clients, and to those of you who have referred clients to me, I am beyond grateful. Thank you! We have supported eachother. We have survived.

Recently, I proudly added National Geographic to that client roster. Several creative projects
I've worked on for them recently are tied to tonight's airing of "Great Migrations." Doing research for these projects, I watched early video of this show several months ago. This show is beautiful, though sometimes hard to watch, but a brilliant analogy for where our country is now, spoken through the neutrality of nature.

I live in the DC area and this past year, we've attempted to restore honor and sanity. And I am so thrilled that this is airing now. We need this message. The tag line is "Moving as millions. To survive as one." If we can come together, work together and support eachother. I believe we will survive. When we connect and support eachother, this 'life' thing works. It doesn't mean it will be easy. It means it can work.

To push through things in my life, and to share my inspirations and perspectives, I've hashed out this blog with these simple ingredients (click to view):
creative sparks
twenty-six letters
friday photos

breadcrumbs


Thank you for reading over this past year. For your support,
your comments, and your encouragement. What a year. Bonjour Y'all!

And, yes, two years later, I still believe no matter (or in spite of) our differences...

...there is hope for us all. To be better.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, November 1, 2010

So, what are you saying?

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This morning there was a psychologist on the Today Show in a segment on civility in America. Or the lack of it.

This weekend here in DC there was a Rally to Restore Sanity.

This morning the psychologist was saying that part of the lack of civility is in part due to having so many ways to express yourself, and specifically the immediacy of that. And with anonymity, comes less concern about the consequences of what you say. He said that eons ago, if the farmer next door did something to upset you, you had to think about what you were going to say, walk over there, and then face that person — in person. And then continue to live next to them. [See blog: Thirty-three Sparks].

This past weekend at the Rally, I noticed a much different sentiment in the crowds compared to the 'other' rally my curiosity had nudged me to attend a few months ago (the, eh-hem, "bi-partisan/non-political" one about Restoring Honor). As a creative, I was loving the self-expression and uniqueness of the messages at the Sanity/Fear rally. Very creative. Very poignant. Or very funny. This rally on Sanity had a variety of signs — like the variety of opinions in this country. This rally had a range of serious and sense of humor — a critical blend for a country in crisis. Am I wrong? But unlike the blinding shades of Caucasian from the Honor Rally, this 10/30 rally appeared to be a more authentic snapshot of the voices that make up this country. A National Mall that seemed to welcome everyone. Even a simple sign that sums it all up: "I respect you as a person, but I respectfully disagree with your point of view."

And I recalled the much more antagonistic tone from the 'other' rally, "how's that hopey-hopey, changey-changey thing goin'?" Well:
a) Change isn't easy, it requires perseverance and cooperation, and
b) When did hope and change become bad things?

I'm of the mindset that if you're gonna complain about a problem, you can and should speak up, but bring solutions to the table.

We all know that immediacy and anonymity can go sliding downhill quickly. But with those very same tools, we also have an amazing opportunity to have an impact. A positive impact through all of these vehicles of communication at our fingertips.

I'm typing in one of those now.
This blog.

On November 2nd, there's another important way you can
express yourself and your views. Through your vote. So change your profile pic! Use your blog! Post your perspective! But be respectful, thoughtful, and OWN that perspective, too.

With all of these opportunities to express yourself, your views, your brilliance or stupidity...

...what are you saying?

And yep. There's an app, bumper sticker, tweet, church sign, profile pic, t-shirt, homemade sign, blog and rally for that.


Use it well.

Go vote.



And, btw, I like my hopey-changey. Image in this blog was from the 10/30 Rally in DC ---- I LOVED this 'hat' I saw with these four letters embroidered on it. I didn't get a pic, but this is a quick sketch I did of it.

Friday, October 29, 2010

11/11

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My Flower Garden continues to grow. And since I'll be collecting these flower sketches all my life, I came up with an idea to update the quantity on annual basis. And I've chosen to do that on a date with numbers that fascinate me: 11/11.

So a week from this Thursday, I'll announce how many flowers I've received to date.
Of course you know, next year is 11/11/11. 'Seems like something special should happen on that day. At 11:11 of course...

The collection began the year I lived in the south of France. Two flowers from a painting exchange with my friends, Katelyn and Susan.

Then in Florida it began to grow a little, to around 10 or so.

And with yet another move, up here to the DC area, a place I was unfamiliar with at the time, I realized I needed the 'spirit' of folks who had had an impact on my life. Friends. Family. Neighbors. Mentors. Just a simple sketch. Or whatever folks have felt inclined to share. As long as it was the final piece was done by hand. Even collage. But no photos and no digital art. The nuance in a hand-done sketch (like the 11/11 one I did for this entry) captures the quirky uniqueness that is so special to each of us. Even in 10 ball point pen sketches I have from folks, they all look different. I love that. And that's the essence of the garden. None are exactly the same. I've framed and matted the flower sketches. And it's really amazing to see all of these together.

So if I've been pushy with this request (even sending out Flower kits to some folks), please know this is worth it. And SO special to me. You know I don't make a fuss on stuff unless it's important. So to each of you who has taken the time to sketch a little flower for me... for The Garden...
je dis milles mercis! Et revenir ici le 11 Novembre pour une mise à jour!

And if you haven't sent yours in, then quit reading this and go sketch your flower.

Then check back here on 11/11.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

What's important?

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In a painting. In our work. In our home. In our relationships.
In our lives. Find the essential. Shed [or share] the rest.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Our direction?

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Forward.

Sometimes what you feel and believe is already summed up so perfectly, beautifully, and powerfully... by someone else. Your job is to simply keep passing it forward. To share it. And to live it.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Thirty-three sparks

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Last night, I was a nervous wreck watching the beginnings of the rescue team in Chile as they lowered the Phoenix capsule to perform it's first test (of course, I love the name they chose for the capsule). I had also vowed to myself that I wouldn't — that I couldn't — watch again until all thirty-three men were up safely and reunited with their loved ones. Too much suspense for me.

Can you imagine the person who means the most to you? Trapped 2300 feet under the earth? With such a precarious rescue effort?

But curiosity had me checking in on this story this morning.

In the word 'life' is 'alive' and when we are alive we are feeling, doing, active beings. Death means still, unfeeling, inactive. Even deep below the earth's surface, these men were very much alive. And our own collective hearts have been beating a little faster over the past 12 or so hours.

The captivating story of this event has stirred a spark within millions of people across the very planet that has entrapped these thirty-three miners. We all feel the compassion and anxiety for these families and the miners about to be brought back to the surface.

Last night after turning the TV off, I went online to read a brief blurb about each miner. All thirty-three of them. And one by one, these rough and weathered miners, these anonymous names, became people in my mind. A father, brother, uncle, carrier pigeon handler (this one intrigued me). They were a simple person. In a terrifying circumstance.

But soon, upon their [hopefully] successful re-entry to the surface of this amazing planet of ours, they will be able to speak for themselves, move, animate, and have to navigate their way into the inevitable spotlight thrown upon them by the intense media coverage. They'll recount their experience. Or try to put it behind them.

They will, as they've been doing for 69 days, continue to survive.

But deep under the earth in tight 90° quarters, it was their collaboration, their festive spirits, their ability to establish and follow a basic system of leadership with the goal of survival literally, figuratively and mentally that has helped to keep them alive.

A concept that should be heeded by the rest of this world that's becoming so increasingly divisive.

Can you imagine if the folks running for offices in November were all down there? Or leaders of rival nations? Or if we could toss together thirty-three folks deep under the earth? Would they be able to keep eachother alive? To keep eachother's spirits up? Think about it.
  1. Michelle Obama
  2. Glenn Beck
  3. A 23-year old cancer survivor
  4. An unemployed 60-yr old
  5. Deepak Chopra
  6. An illegal alien
  7. George Bush Jr.
  8. Dana Carvey
  9. A hardened teenager
  10. A yoga instructor
  11. Hillary Clinton
  12. Sara Palin
  13. A PETA advocate
  14. An NRA advocate
  15. A Global peace advocate
  16. A lawyer
  17. A grocery clerk
  18. A babysitter
  19. Maya Angelou
  20. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
  21. A news anchor
  22. Spike Lee
  23. The Dalai Lama
  24. A member of the paparazzi
  25. Robin Williams
  26. Bill Clinton
  27. Leader of Palestine
  28. Leader of Israel
  29. A hollywood star
  30. Your dry cleaner
  31. Your neighbor
  32. Your sister
  33. Your father
What an amazing example these thirty-three miners have been, as well as the teams of people across the globe who have been working to guide and rescue them. An example of what's possible.

It's a shame that so often it takes such dire circumstance like a mine collapse or a Twin Tower collapse to bring us together, to get us to work together, and to have compassion for eachother.

As I click to 'publish this post.' Lucky #13 just surfaced.

I wonder how long the glow from these thirty-three sparks will be able to shine.

Shine on.

And welcome back.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

My September experiment

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"Challenge yourself. Be curious. Discover. Grow."
WENDYHUDGINS.com

I love my work as a DC area freelance Art Director. But one of the challenges I'm faced with as a creative running my own business, is that there's a lot more to it than just the creative...

So for the month of September* I'm reserving Wednesdays to focus on the non-creative aspects that are equally important to doing what I do. Research. Accounting. Billing. Training. Education. Sketching. Networking. Securing new business. Getting inspired. Organization. Still working... but simply not scheduling any calls or meetings.

When our weeks look like this: - give, give, give, give, give.
I'd like to propose:
- give, give, replenish, give, give.

Whatever you do, wherever you are, don't forget to refill the source of your creativity. You need to refill that well in order to continue to pull from it.

*If this post looks familiar, I first did this 'experiment' in February. It worked.

©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, August 20, 2010

Friday Photo

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August = Peaches
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Friday, August 6, 2010

Friday Photo

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Storm rolling through at sunrise in early August.
Pawleys Island, SC.

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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Homage to the motherland

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Happy Bastille Day!
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Friday, July 9, 2010

Friday Photo

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Giverny, France
For Meg and Rev; Jean-Marie and Claire Joyes.
Vive les fleurs, partout!


PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins
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Friday, July 2, 2010

Friday Photo

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THE EYES OF A CHILD [no. 5] -A FRIDAY PHOTO REPOST

Standing by a creek in Stone Mountain, Georgia. 1978.
Taken near the home I grew up in, this is my first photo (Polaroid). Looking up.
Try looking at things from a different angle... from the eyes of a child.

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Thursday, July 1, 2010

Two lessons from goldfish

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THE EYES OF A CHILD [no. 4]
FEED THEM — It's a simple exercise. When we feed goldfish, they get nourished. They grow. A good thing to remember for ourselves, too. Have you fed, or nourished, yourself lately? What do you require to avoid feeling sucked down the flusher?

PROVIDE A HEALTHY PLACE TO GROW —
Check your
fishbowl.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Bright copper kettles

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THE EYES OF A CHILD [no. 3]
When you were a kid, what were your favorite cartoons? What was your favorite toy? What was your favorite afternoon snack? What was your favorite movie?

I love the author, Barbara Sher, and there's an exercise in one of her books that asks you to go back and answer these and other questions. They shine a light on and tap into a core direction that your soul, your life, your 'self' longs for. Or gravitates to. Or is skilled at. Listen to that. Tap back into that. Mine were: coloring, teaching, imagination, and performing.

For a more light-hearted and fun spin on those questions...

I've also read that when you fix that favorite snack of yours, or watch that favorite movie, there's a mental 'time travel' that happens. You can feel swept off to a carefree time of being a kid. If even just for the duration of the
Sound of Music, a Bugs Bunny cartoon, peanut butter crackers and chocolate milk, or The Fox and the Hound. In fact, my dog's name, Copper, comes that movie.

And he is one of my favorite things.

©2010 Wendy Hudgins
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

'To do' ta-da

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THE EYES OF A CHILD [no. 2]
When kids won't finish their food, we turn it into an airplane. When they need to clean up, we turn it into a game. So, can't we also use that same philosophy on us? When we need to accomplish something that we're dragging our feet on, why not turn it into a game? Make it fun.

Everyone has 'to do' lists. For the current items on yours, plus those stubborn ones that seem to get transferred from list to list, over years, even, I've come up with a fun way to knock them out. Grab-bag them! That's right. Have fun with your to do list.

Think fortune cookie strips of paper. Write each item on a single piece of paper. And all of these items, big or small, important or silly, are things you've been wanting or needing 'to do.' Place them all in a small, fun container.

Each morning, place the lid on your container. Shake it up. Then grab two items (this way you get to choose one). And that's your thing 'to do' for the day. Then, well... nike.

Just do it.

Ta-da!

©2010 Wendy Hudgins
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Monday, June 28, 2010

Jingle Bells, Googly Eyes, and Little Boxes

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THE EYES OF A CHILD [no. 1]
Yes, I have a box with that label. Can I tell you how much fun it is to be a creative? A big bunch. There's an essay you might be familiar with called, “all I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.” I also have a quote in my office from Matisse, “all your life you must see with the eyes of a child.” YES!

Kids want to be adults.
And adults often long for the spirit of a child.

Wanting to be a grown-up, a
4-yr old stumbles around the house in dad's big fat shoes. Or a 7-yr old gets into mom's make-up and smears red lipstick. On the wall. Ginger ale in a champagne glass. Then, I think of how adults long for a nap or more play time, and would probably be better off eating more vegetables, playing fair, learning to clean up their own mess. Or catching a lightning bug on the way home from work on a hot summer night.

There's a fresh inspiration, resiliency, and wonder that kids possess... along with a hearty belief in immortality that if they jump off the back of the sofa, nothing will happen. When we adults go to make a move in our lives... we're more analytical.

We need to keep it simple. Fun.


“All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten”

by Robert Fulghum
Most of what I really need
 to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be... 
I learned in kindergarten.
 Wisdom was not at the top
 of the graduate school mountain,
 but there in the sandpile at Sunday school.

 These are the things I learned:

 Share everything.
 Play fair.
 Don't hit people.
 Put things back where you found them.
 Clean up your own mess.
 Don't take things that aren't yours.
 Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
 Wash your hands before you eat.
 Flush.
 Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
 Live a balanced life -
 Learn some and think some. 
And draw and paint and sing and dance. 
And play and work everyday some.
 Take a nap every afternoon.
 When you go out into the world,
 watch out for traffic,
 hold hands and stick together.
 Be aware of wonder.

In a small way, how can you fun-up your life? Kid-style? Maybe a Tootsie pop if your presentation goes well tomorrow? Draw on your walls at home? Eat ice cream for dinner? With sprinkles. Maybe take a retro lunch box to work? Or maybe, in your filing of 'papers,' 'tissues,' and 'ribbons,' you make a box labeled “Jingle Bells, Googly Eyes, and Little Boxes.”

Why? Because I said so.

©2010 Wendy Hudgins
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Deep. Water. Horizon.

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[ CLICK IMAGE TO SEE BP VIDEO ]
BP may have been the actual company that tripped up via their sloppy and unsafe practices. Practices that led up to the April 2010 explosion that would claim the lives of 11 people. An explosion that has ruined an otherwise huge, healthy body of water along with the wildlife that call it home, and the people who make a living off of those waters. But in this atrocious environmental disaster, it ostensibly could have happened to any of the oil companies. BP just gets to be the focus of our attention for this go round.

Plus they have a good acronym for comedians. Big Puddle. Bad Publicity. ‘Better Pray.

But do you remember the death of Princess Diana in 1997? While the paparazzi may have lead to her death in the name of snapping a photo, the paparazzi would NOT have been so reckless and money-hungry to GET that photo in the first place if WE weren’t so hungry for the gossipy-tabloids. So, who was to blame for that ‘accident?’

The paparazzi, the tabloids, AND us.

With this current disaster, there is plenty of finger pointing to go around. And I’ll admit I just returned from a 1200+ mile road trip. But if our cities were set up so we didn’t need to drive as much; or car companies were held to a higher standard; or if we didn’t have our current appetite for driving which depends on oil (and in a recession we want it cheaply), perhaps this disaster wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

At the making of this video, we are on day 58 of the leak. And we point the fingers at BP. Their practices led up to this explosion. It IS their problem this time ‘round. A Big Problem. But who else needs to refine things?

The oil companies, the car companies, AND us.

But I’d argue that until the leak is capped, and the oil is cleaned up... we really all just sound as if we are bureaucratic firemen standing outside a burning house. Who CARES how the fire gets put out. Just put the freaking fire out. THEN we’ll settle up on who’s fault it is. Day 58 and accusations are still spewing. Day 58 and oil is still spewing.

Who’s side am I on?

Fair question.

I’m on the side of, “let’s solve this problem and get things back to normal for the Gulf region.”

Who’s side are you on?

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©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, May 31, 2010

Purple Heart

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Diving in the clear ocean waters of Fiji.
This purple sponge seemed to be in the shape of a heart.

PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, May 28, 2010

Friday Photo

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Looking up through the clear blue waters of Fiji.
What the ocean is supposed to look like...

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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Essential is invisible

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It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.
— ANTOINE de SAINT-EXUPERY

2010 Wendy Hudgins

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Joys and concerns

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My church is amazing. Personally. Professionally. And spiritually. It's a Methodist church in Silver Spring. And besides the sermons, or even a hymn that can move me, sometimes to tears, we nearly have to be cut-off after the passing of the peace. In other churches this 'greeting time' can sometimes feel awkward or forced, even. Not ours! Even if you don't know everyone in the place, you feel welcome. Like family. You share. You listen. You applaud. You console. You care.

Each week there's a time for folks to voice their 'joys and concerns.' I've heard everything from the inevitability of death that will fall on all of us. To a sick goldfish.
To a graduation. I even recall one week, when a woman lifted up a concern. She was going in for cancer surgery, but her prayer was for the woman who would be substitute teaching in her class. I loved that.

And a year and a half ago I experienced a little scare
in my own family. But after hearing folks lift up this thing here, and that person there, it occurred to me that today, in this moment right now...

I have a joy.

It is... that I have no concerns.

2010 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Not everyone

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Death is more universal than life;
everyone dies, but not everyone lives.
— A. SACHS

2010 Wendy Hudgins

Thursday, May 20, 2010

He can call me 'Flower' if he wants to

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As my Flower Garden continues to grow (now at 63 flowers), I wanted to take a minute and highlight one of my favorites. When I worked at Disney as an Art Director/Creative Spark, our on-site Disney illustrator-extraordinaire and general happy-spirited Scotsman, Don "Ducky" Williams, did me the honor of drawing a very particular "Flower" for my garden. Ducky drew me a blueline sketch of the sweet little skunk from Bambi.

Here's a clip I just found of the artist himself in his fabulous, crazy, creative studio. Miss you, Ducky!


©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, May 14, 2010

Friday Photo

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Aix-en-Provence, France
PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, May 10, 2010

What are you planting?

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What you plant — you will harvest.
— FROM A SERMON ON THE RADIO
If you want apples, don't plant a pear tree.
If you want faith, don't plant doubt.
If you want good, don't plant negativity.
Think about it. And what are you planting?
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, April 30, 2010

Friday Photo

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Zen puppy, napping on the porch.
PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Saturday, April 24, 2010

365 day journey

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I am really, really grateful for a simple encounter at a little, local coffee shop back in 2008. And for a whack on the head that I got one year ago... today. With yellow tulips. Funny the turns that life takes. The surprises it has in store. If this lasts one more day or till I'm 95, ce n'est pas important. I am blessed and very, very lucky. Already. But most of all grateful. Marc Broussard has a song, and apparently yes, there is 'hope for me yet.' Scrap your script of life. Go with your gut. Let things happen. Feel the fear and, yes, do it anyway. Let go. Hang on. Listen. Follow. Ask for strength. Patience. Allow yourself to be guided. Keep your eyes open. Go for it. And be grateful for this moment, however it unfurls, this moment is your life. Make it a bon 'journey'. So, yes, jump. And if you break your leg? Well, don't jump like that again. But what if. One time. You jump. And you fly? What if.
'21'... To the one who lights up my life. Who took a chance on me. Who calms me down. Lifts me up. And makes me laugh. Really hard. You are amazing. I'm so glad you are in my life. I'm ylp and very lucky.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, April 23, 2010

Friday Photo

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Sunset over the north Georgia Mountains.
Brasstown Bald, near Young Harris, Ga.
PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, April 5, 2010

Sky in the creek

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Je ne cherche pas, je trouve. What if, this week, instead of looking for what we're looking for, we allow ourselves to simply see what's there before us? To find? To be surprised? Or open to the unexpected?
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, April 2, 2010

[Good] Friday Photo

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Daffodil patch along Sligo Creek.
PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Shadow of the real thing

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Character is like a tree,
and reputation like a shadow.
The shadow is what we think of it;
the tree is the real thing.
—ABRAHAM LINCOLN
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Friday, March 19, 2010

Friday Photo

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Walking down a road in Giverny, France.
(Down the road from Claude's place)
PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Monday, March 15, 2010

Just the next thing

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Life is a series of changes and adjustments. And this annual time change each spring is only an hour. So why, then, does it always feel so big? Especially on that first Monday. After getting a delayed start to today, I found myself thinking over, and motivated by, these words. Thought I'd share. For our 'to-do' lists, just break it down a bit...

There's not everything,
just the next thing.
—GENIUS

Brilliant.
©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The stubbornness of spring

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I like the stubbornness of Mother Nature. And while I know we're not quite done with winter, she's moving forward. And what a very welcome sign of that... the first crocus' along Sligo Creek.
PHOTO ©2010 Wendy Hudgins

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

C'est la vie

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"Be happy for this moment, this moment is your life."
- OMAR KHAYYAM
This is a quote I have as a magnet on my fridge from quotables and I so appreciate it. Perhaps especially on the days that don't feel all that wonderful. Our lives, emotions, go through so many phases and changes. Creativity waxes and wanes. We must be patient in those moments that we don't like, or that don't make any sense to us.

I've also heard this phrase: 'sunny weather, rainy weather, neither is permanent.' This is life. It's changing. And thank God for that! Somewhere along the line, there was a perception that steady, constant happiness was the thing to strive for. But look at nature. Look at our planet. Look at a teething child. Change is part of life. And it's not always pretty... nevermind easy.

And while we may not be able to grasp what any one moment means while we're in it, try looking back on those moments... I'll bet they make a little more sense now. They might even give you courage or patience for something you are about to face.

I link to a webcam of the Eiffel Tower, and I love seeing the changes that surround it. So, I snagged these screengrabs over several months to illustrate that the dark, foggy moments are as much a part of life as the brilliant, colorful ones. Sound familiar? Sounds like life.

Take a look... changement, vraiment c'est la vie!


©2010 Wendy Hudgins
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