Grandma and all her grandchildren at the time.
I started when I was young just like everyone else loving my creations. I remember my first self doubt when I was young sitting at the ranch in my grandmothers office and she sat me down with an orange and some cloves. She instructed me to make an ornament by taking the cloves and pressing them through the flesh of the orange. I could choose to make a pattern or I could just cover the orange. It was my choice. Oh the pressure of this was more than I could bear. It lasted about a minute and then my grandma said to me, “no pressure, just have fun.” She explained the orange was going to be beautiful and smell wonderful no matter what I created. She took away the pressure I was feeling and replaced it with freedom.
We all feel this pressure when we create sometimes. Some of us more than others. Some of us do it by putting pressure for money, deadlines, and others self made pressure. This pressure can suck the joy out of creating. For me I decided long ago not to play along. I never place a dollar amount on what I create. However, I do fall into the deadline category sometimes. It is a painful feeling to place pressure into my creativity. Creativity is a natural thing for everyone. It is a practice we should all partake of. When we place pressure on our creativity we lose our creative freedom and therefore do not see being creative as a fun, freeing experience.
How can we be free creatively?
1. By being kind to ourselves. NO harsh self talk. When these voices come into your head just ask them politely to go away and then see some good in what you have created or the creative thought you are nurturing.
2. Don’t box yourself in. If you are photographer and you want to paint. Go paint. I say this because I did this. For a lot of years I stopped playing in paint and just played with my camera. One day I decided to play in paint again and it is what I do most of the time. I still take pictures and I adore photography but it is not my path right now. Right now it is painting. So I am following it.
3. Start your creative process with the bold NO PRESSURE attitude. Just have fun and enjoy it.
4. Remember creativity is your God given right. You were born a creative, we all were. Do not put a place marker in your creativity. Don’t compare yourself to others or let them compare themselves to you. You do not have to be the best or even place yourself in some rank. “You are you. That is truer than true. No one can be you better than you.” Dr. Seuss
5. As far as deadlines are concerned, start early and give yourself time and space to finish things.
Gordon and little miss Cheyenne
Dad with all three of the grandkids. He is a proud great-grandpa.
This is our first grand-daughter and our only daughter. We have had such a great time with this little angel. This little hat she is wearing her grandmother made. She is the cutest little old lady who struggles with arthritis and still manages to make the cutest little creations.
Seeing toys strewn everywhere just makes my heart soar. Not sure why but something about the randomness of the little toys just makes me happy.
Isn’t she beautiful? Ugh! I can’t get enough.
My son and his best friend from Wyoming flew in to fish in Homer with us. My son is on the right.
Day one of fishing
I hung out in Homer while these guys fished. There are tons of little shops to entertain me.
Halibut fishing Day two. The biggest halibut was 115 lbs. They caught rock fish, cod, and halibut. We always fish with Polebenders. When going on a fishing trip always book with a good charter. It really does make a difference.
The Denali Highway is a long dirt road that takes you to Paxson. Paxson is probably nothing to write home about but the views on the Denail are definitely notable. Normally we see all kinds of wildlife but today we did not see much. But we had a great time just going on a drive, taking goofy pictures, and visiting with my dad. I love when you make good memories that you will have forever. It is priceless.
There is no restaurant in our tiny town. We miss eating out sometimes and so we took to the road for two hours one way to have lunch. It was a beautiful drive.
Do you ever look at yourself and think, “Wow….she’s old”? I do not feel as old as I look but I am grateful for my age. I am 43 years this year. I have had a wonderful life. I have a great dad, wonderful husband, great kids, wonderful daughter in law and three absolutely gorgeous grandchildren. I can leave out family and friends. That Bitz family is as close as it gets to being family without having our blood in their veins. (they are the family you see in my pictures all the time)
Me trying to get a shot of all of us. Unsuccessful attempt but somehow I still like it.
My sister in law’s home where we stayed.
There were a couple of these cute little bridges throughout the property.
I loved walking across them or I would just watch the water flow underneath them. It was all so very serene.
The ranch cat….I can’t remember her name. We mostly just called her kitty. She hated people…most of them anyway. She would snuggle my legs when I was working on something but ignored me most other times.
The horses were fun to watch in the evenings. They came close in the morning and ran in the evenings.
I’m obsessed with inspiration boards. I love to see what inspires others. It is always so different. This one is Tricia’s. I loved it.
Tricia never does anything half way. They had a little open house for me at an adorable little shop called Jane & Main. Tricia made gourmet rice crispy treats for the occasion. (Oreo, Neapolitan, and Oh Henry) I tell her that she is Martha Stewart on steroids.
Oops I almost forgot about Larry. He was a naughty bull on a Ranch that bordered the Eardley Ranch. He was so entertaining. He had such personality I could spot him a mile away. I decided he deserved a name, a name like Larry. Gotta love that Larry!
It was this guys birthday so we celebrated Angry Bird style.
Gordon’s mom and her husband Bill.
Gordon’s oldest sister….she looks just like her mom.
Gordon’s brother who acts just like Si from Duck Dynasty. My nephew handed him a pitcher and a cup…..he was confused. When we explained that he reminded us of Si he said, “I am nothing like Si, I’m not a Vietnam Vet!” Uhhhhhhhhhh! *crickets* LOL
Meet Tricia Gordon’s other sister and her oldest son Cody.
Gordon’s brother Charlie’s kids. I loved seeing them. I can’t express how wonderful it was to see them! They lost their mom to cancer almost eight years ago and they lost her mom just this year. They have been through so much. Love them to pieces.