Friday, February 27, 2009

Tape this Journal Closed. Mail it to Yourself.

(A few weeks ago I mailed my copy of Keri Smith's "Wreck This Journal"to myself. Here it is just before I dropped it into the mail slot. A few days later, I received it in excellent condition from the USPS--the stamps weren't even canceled! I am having a wonderful time destroying this journal and will post more updates soon!)

Monday, February 23, 2009

a new dream for conscious living....

Today a really nice woman from The Center for a New American Dream came to one of my classes. We all sat on the floor around her and discussed ways that we can all live more consciously. I realized how much I already do that is "green" without even realizing it, or talking about it; now I can be more conscious about it! If you want to live in a way that is more conscious and perhaps better for the Earth and its inhabitants (and the future) I suggest clicking over to

Saturday, February 21, 2009

My New Best Friend, Sam...

Adventures in Travel Expo - Washington DC
(Saturday, February 21)

Washington DC Convention Center
Lovely art in the Convention Center

Vendor booths from all kinds of different locations/tourism
boards and adventure tour companies:

Rock climbing wall.
Indoor SCUBA pool


Travel Channel host Samantha Brown
gave a Keynote speech
and did some autograph signing.

We met her too....
and we look like best friends. (What?!)

Friday, February 20, 2009

A Better Bid in Vegas!

I'm going to Las Vegas in April for my 30th Birthday! A group of my friends are coming along/meeting there and I'm pretty excited about it. (I know, sounds cliche, and it kind of is...but there's a lot to do there especially for a group of people with different interests--I for one can't wait to hike around in the Valley of Fire).

Anyway, I'd planned to use Hotwire to book my hotel, since I wanted a decent hotel (actually, a 5 star--it's my birthday!) at an awesome price. After some researching, I found the site, This site allows registered users to post the deals they got on the opaque travel booking sites, Hotwire and Priceline. Then, if you're going to book through, say Hotwire, you can compare the hotels by their amenities and location to try to get a better idea of what hotel you're being offered on Hotwire. When I began searching Hotwire, I concluded that the hotel I was being offered was most likely the Venetian by looking at the listings on for the Venetian. And, when I was ready to book on Hotwire, though I wasn't 100% sure what hotel I was getting, I had a good idea...and well, it was the Venetain! I can't wait!

The site really helped--and I'm glad I found it. So, if you're looking to score a deal from Priceline or Hotwire, I'd suggest checking out first! Now, I'm actually excited about my 30th Birthday...rather than just feeling like "wow, I'm getting old!" (Ha!) Viva Las Vegas!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


We have new discounts on lovely handmade jewelry and accessories over at
PinkBird Creations

The economy may be bad, but you still deserve to look good!

Sunday, February 08, 2009

PinkBird's Picture: Rothenburg, Germany

I took this picture of a beautiful and very "flat" tree in Rothenburg, Germany a few years ago. When we lived in Germany we took a roadtrip to Rothenburg ob der Tauber in Bavaria to spend a weekend with my In-Laws who were staying at a bed and breakfast in the town while they were touring Europe. It was amazing to experience a such a well preserved medieval town (some parts date to something like 960 AD!). The Marktplatz ( town square) is complete with a moving clock tower, the shopping and eatting are abundant and theres a wall to surround it all (not to mention heaps of tourists!). The city itself was fascinating with its red roofs, characters, and winding alleyways. The stories locals tell are fascinating, the clocktower is mildly amusing, the toy museum is different, and the beer is fabulous! Stop by Hell (Zur Holl or "to hell") for a beer or snack...seriously.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Wild, Wild Life...

I have an amazing yoga instructor/guru. Some time last week she read Mary Oliver's poem, "The Summer Day." It is my task now to reflect on this poem...this is what I have come up with so far:

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Where does this journey begin? Where am I now? I am at a place of beginnings, of middles, and of endings. I am following my dreams, my internal compass is leading me to the life I must live. For years, I thought I was making a “plan,” I was trying to find my path, and yet somehow I missed it. (Despite it determinedly showing itself to me in multiple forms and through various people). I was given innumerable of opportunities to identify and accept it. I know I was not ready then. I know that I am opening up and realizing it now. I know that my dream--all dreams are real and that the Universe is with me in bringing them to into being. I do not believe that the “good people” in the world are difficult to find or that miracles are few. I know that they are present all around us everywhere.

It is easily difficult for me to make plans. I like to “go with the flow.” I like the freedom to change my mind intertwined with the freedom of certainty. I want to do and learn through trial and error. What is it that I “plan to do with [my] one wild and precious life?” I know that I am able to awake each morning with gratitude for another day on this amazing planet. I know that I am able to be creative, authentic, full of light and hope. I can begin to pay more attention, to convey love and thanks to every moment. I am beginning to trust myself and allow myself to fully be myself.

I plan to create and adorn, to do work that is in alignment with my passions and beliefs, to make art that inspires others. (To inspire others to "live out loud," to create, to take risks, or to accept themselves). I want to create and learn a better sense of myself, foster a stronger intuition and own the courage to follow and trust myself and what the Universe has planned for me. I want to be an active participant of my own life. I want to feel at peace making choices that may not adhere to the status quo.

I do not know how to do any better than this (but I am learning), but I believe that I can open myself up to become better, to surrender, and to listen. I know that if I am living and being present in this and each moment that in the height of my life I will not be let down or disappoint. My goals are simple. The things I do are also simple. I love, I create, I hope, I hug, I write, I teach, I read, I learn, I smile, I watch, I try to be a light (or light). It is these simple actions that are the most complex.

Friday, February 06, 2009

What is it You Plan to do with Your One Wild & Precious Life?

The Summer Day
-Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Dreams of Portable Art Galleries for Friends...

The other night I had a dream that I made a portable art gallery for my friend, Sylvie. It was crafted from a small tin in which I made dividers and placed tiny objects for her to paint or draw on. Then, she could carry the mini art gallery in her purse and show off her work to potential clients or employers.

I may not have made her a real portable gallery (yet) I will plug her online gallery (again) and say that if you need illustrating done you should definitely contact her. Sylvie's illustrations have recently been featured on Daytrotter. Check out her blog (and soon to come Etsy shop, for more).

Monday, February 02, 2009

Happy Groundhog Day & First Day of School.

Today, "Groundhog Day," I am starting my 4th semester as an art student. This semester may be different from the others in that two of the classes I am taking are "digital classes." I'll be in a class about Digital Media (an intro to Graphic Design course), and have a Digital Photography class (so I can use my new Canon Rebel XSi!).

Since I need to be running out the door to class, I thought I'd re-post an entry I wrote about my very first art school assignment. Have a wonderful day, go Groundhogs!

"Monday, September 03, 2007

Art School Freak Out

Well, if you're keeping up with me, I started my very first "real" Art class last week. (So, I guess I'm officially not an "outsider artist" anymore). I was so excited that I got all giggly and smiley just going over the syllabus!

Of course, once I got home and attempted to complete my first homework assignment--a series painting with the theme, "Design is about Relationships" the smiles were all gone. I spent a good 2 hours drawing/sketching and measuring and trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the project...all of which had to fit neatly inside the rubric that the teacher gave us.

The "rules" for the project stated what 3 colors we could chose to use (and, no, we couldn't mix them together to make new colors--I asked), what shape we had to begin with, etc. Following those rules was/is very frustrating, especially as someone who has been sort of doing art my own way for awhile. I kept thinking to myself, "You have to know the rules in order to break them." I repeated to myself things about how the limits of the assignment were to draw out all my creativity. To really bring out anything I could think of. To use my imagination to stretch beyond the limits while still staying inside the lines. But that didn't help.

Then, competition set in. I know, like yoga, Art Class should not be/is not about what your fellow classmates are doing....but with Art, well, I'm just so curious about what other people are creating that it's hard for me not to compare my work. While we were working on our projects I couldn't help but look over at what others were creating and wonder if what I was doing was "right." I know I shouldn't. (I've taken pottery and stained glass classes where this wasn't the case though and I don't know why). Maybe the fact that I'm being graded is "holding me back." Maybe it's that we have a class critique and god only knows what people will say about my work...ah!

So, welcome to my first Art School Freak Out. I knew I wanted to do something that (honestly) wouldn't take me forever (as it is the first assignment) but also something that was sleek, simple, (empty almost, something about those components gave me this vision of some kind of Japanese design) floating, and a bit 70s retro. After hours of sketching and measuring and double-measuring and practice painting, I went to work on my final canvas.

Then it happened....I smeared the paint. Red paint. Wow. That sucks. I took a break and went back to it, and this time I accidentally put my hand in the paint. Then that paint-y hand onto the paper. That sucks too. Then I realized that perhaps my design was not for Bekki the novice painter. I tossed that idea (figuratively) and over the next few hours began working on a new design.

I'm still not sure how I feel about the whole thing. The class. The painting. The rules. But, I'm putting it out there. Here. I'm releasing it to the strangers (friends I haven't met yet) of the Universe before I have to be critiqued by the strangers in my art class. Art can make you vulnerable. I am vulnerable. And, I'm OK with all of this. I'm usually like, "whatever!!" or "C'est La Vie" about most things. So, why not this too? Am I trying to prove myself? And, to who? This is not the art project that will break me. Maybe this (art) is so personal that it's not personal. It's homework."