"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Doing Over and Over

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I ride upon my bunny, upon my egg boat. Transported into many times and places is where I think about it all. A favorite song of mine is about riding upon a pony upon a boat, as of this moment I can not recall the name or who sang it.
Today is a pure white day which is perfect for pondering the nonsense of my perceptions.
I have spent almost twenty years being a reverse pioneer. Where I choose to be just became more than tolerable this past week. A.T. and T. is my saving grace. It is amazing what has happened. My place is wired wirelessly, seriously. I just added that word to my personal dictionary. A few days ago they added unlimited data, phone calls, and texting to their services. So, I have satellite TV and all the above.
It is less money than it was before. AMAZING! I was waiting for Google to send up low flying vehicles beaming more into the clouds. It seems I do not have to wait for them. But, I still want a Chipotle burrito delivered to my mountain by drone from Virginia Tech. I guess I will just have to make my own. Cooking is one thing I do with great intent. My daughter has surpassed me in that category. She is the Chef. My full time is spent on taking photographs and drawing or painting.
This year has been very good. I am very thankful to have my eye sight in top notch condition and the heart and breathing thing is much better. I do not want to waste time wrapped up in positions I can do nothing about.
I am watching paint peel on the wall of our town hall. Photographing peeling paint is more fun than watching paint dry, that is for sure. I really love "my" town. I have watched it change into a different place from when I visited here as a child. It is not better or worse, just different. I see people appear just to disappear. It leaves a hole in your soul when this happens. My great Aunty M. is one hole not easily filled. She was one amazing woman. I learned so much from her that I bet she would never know. Independence comes at great price, sometimes. So worth it. I do miss the flower market in downtown San Francisco. I miss my friends and the museums and art galleries. But hey, they live inside my mind.
I just watched a class at MIT about documenting whatever catches your mind. Diligently! Pick a topic then do it again and again and again. I always look for pattern. It is intrinsic to anything, at all. Origami is all about that. What keeps me going is to find out what is behind. The folds are great to unfold to see the pattern developed. It tells the story. Telling stories is what I do. Editing, now that is something altogether different.
Imagine a little baby blue convertible Volkswagen, you know, the kind that the tennis ladies drive at the beach in South Carolina? Outer Banks. Palm Trees and the moon. That bunny is really a car. Cranes are better than flamingos, right? It is snowing so heavily, right now.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Now I Lay Me Down
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When I was a child I would lay in my bed and worry that I might die. My mother taught us the prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord 
my soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
I pray the lord
my soul to take

I have no idea who wrote this. Just Google IT, you say? I will get lost in a tangent. . .Anyways, now I understand what this means. My mother has been in hospice care off and on for the past two years. She recovers both her mind and her strength, periodically. It is truly amazing. Where she is is allowing no visitors. period.
I feel sad, a lot. I have some issues of my own. It seems that I must believe that what happens is part of God's plan, whatever you call Him? The moment we are born we begin that process of dying, I have been told. I hope for my mom that whenever that may be, which no one knows, it be in her sleep peaceful and content of having lived a life worth living. I appreciate experiences more each day. Things just tether us down. It is the quality of being present in your life that is where the answer is simply. May the force be with you!

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

http://channel.louisiana.dk/video/siri-hustvedt-person-apart

http://channel.louisiana.dk/video/siri-hustvedt-person-apartA must watch after what crossed Elizabeth Warren last night reading King's letter.

Booking It

This Egg Does Not Know if it is or is it?

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The Book, those books, the books with little bookmarks or inscriptions, or notes in the margins, these/that fill my days with intellect and understanding, or trying to make sense of nonsense.
Google is my very best friend. Now, Siri believes she is Laurie Andersen? She wants to listen to me, no matter what I say. I would love to see the DATA which Amazon collects about my habits. I think they have no badges to give to my particular ways.
My 4th grade teacher sent a note to my Mom, it said, "Bobbie is a very intelligent child, (ha ha) but, she is consistently inconsistent." That is very hard to live up to, this idea that was plastered on my forehead. I must say, I am more interesting the days when I have no plan. What I think is that I follow wherever my heart leads. I think the word for that is tangents? But, I always lose my way. Back when I used to smoke I dropped cigarettes, no smoked cigarettes, like Hansel and Gretel did with breadcrumbs. I still couldn't find the right way home.
Mr. Moore who used to live near me, but he died, told me you can not ever go home. WHAT?
I sat on a fallen Oak tree, listening very carefully to him, that day? I am really a snail. He just couldn't see that through his gold rimmed glasses.
My library lives in many places. I feel sorrowful when I think of Alexandria and what the Nazi's did to books. Burning books and bra's will get you nowhere with me. I can think for myself, Thank you very much! I love the New York Times, especially the book reviews. I can turn things off and on like TV's, if I feel it is not worth time. But, Please President Trump, do not censor what I can or can not think because I might hear some fake news. I love tweets from the birds my honey feeds.
Elif Shafak is an author and a speaker from Turkey. She writes fiction which I enjoy reading. I have learned a lot about other cultures this way.
My hope for everyone is to live by the "Golden Rule," so that we can live in peace and respect for each and every person who crosses our path.

Bobbie Casey

Bobbie CaseyI like going in 3D circles. Spirals is what they really are, I think.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Energy Perception

Where Continents Collide

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Pausing to ponder the power in all we see, makes me considerably content to not be God, by whatever name you give the force, no matter how big or small you feel you are, this thought has an energy. I often think I could know absolutely, if only I were small enough, or large enough.
I think of faith. I believe what I perceive. I told someone a story, once. She claimed it as her own. I think it matters. If I share something what exactly does that mean? Share?
I saw a sea urchin, purple, I saw a starfish, it was not in the sky, I saw a pretty yellow sea shell, it was broken. I put these in my pocket to carry home. My acute sense of smell is what gave it away. I saw the look in those pretty blue eyes, he knew, as I knew. He could smell, too. I perceived it was not a very good idea to lie. But, I just wanted to share. So I tried my best to get away with what I had done. Now I am left with just a memory. Pretty blue eyes are still pretty to me even if they are angry. I know they exist even if it is just some sort of electrical charge in my gray matter, They are real. I perceive.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

What Occurs

Bending Over Backwards
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My really good friend Joyce Bishop is the hostess I talked about yesterday. We have such a wonderful time trying to solve the problems of our little historic town. She is one person among us who does so much even when she does not feel well. I am thankful for my pleasure. I can not forget her prayer for grace. I learned this as a little child: "God is Great, God is Good, Let us thank Him, for our food." How great was that?
My family loves to watch Blue Bloods. The best part for me is when they gather every single Sunday after the return from Mass. They all have problems like we all do. Almost every type of character is relate-able to each of us. The respect and honor they show one another is inspirational. I contemplate our world today. Kindness and the golden rule would be something to make a difference with practice.
Danger consumes our thoughts, if we let it. 
Joyce does Yoga almost every single day. I walk on my treadmill and listen to yet another TED talk or some such thing. I face the window to see nature even if it is snowy or raining. I watch the birds my honey always feeds. It is sharable the little things which I consider important.  
I am most thankful to have my eyesight.
I try to create something that did not exist before. I love math. I see the rules in every tree, in every flower, and in the stars in the middle of night. When I see the moon it is no longer a huge glaring light. It has form according to it's cycle around our little blue planet.
I think nature designed the perfect package when it came up with an egg. How amazing is that?
Origami was my ticket to understanding many interesting topics. Have you read any books by Sherry Turkle? She informs me with her words. I read her book "Alone Together," last year. She talks about living in our digital world. Robert Lang informs my origami mind. I read "Brain Pickings," on Sundays. It is way better than a newspaper. Just thought you might like to know. . .a few clues.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Egg 22                Bobbie Casey 2017 All Rights Reserved

Breakfast with friends at a sweet National Register House where I live is the best way to start a day being cold  and weary. My spirit is alive in this beautiful place where nature and the tenderness of loving people who call me Honey or Sweetheart fill my core of being to the brim with gratefulness and humility.
We spoke of how all steeples point up, in these complicated times.
I realeyes the wonder of staying put to deal with the consequences of whatever I say or might do is a blessing.
As a group, we can do anything.
Two friends walk early almost every morning with trash-bags in hand to bend over and over to rid our place of things people toss along the road.
DNA or fingerprints can tell us exactly who does this. Cigarette butts and beer bottles have evidence.
If everyone would care enough to take it upon themselves to make a positive difference,
we would not need our government to do anything for us.
I daydream of far away places and times then wake up to reality.
My basket is so full of many many eggs.
Today I am grateful there are no earthquakes or volcano eruptions, no floods, no snow, or icy roads here.
A good day to you.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Me up?



Being a girl scout, once upon a time, I learned to be invisible. Well, actually this is why I discovered a way to float as a pair of eye balls. It is like being a fly on the wall but much better 
leave no trace behind. 
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The ladder is tossed over the basket, I see it, do you?  Buckminster Fuller wrote about the "Spaceship Earth," We think erroneously, I believe, that we are on a free ride through space going around and around our sun.

This life is but one
and then 
you
die
Right here
Right now
is all I know
eggsactly
eggsistential
no X
WHAT IS IN THE CLOUDS?

Thursday, January 26, 2017

On Being a Skywriter


Two books mean so much to my artistic nature: "Museum Without Walls," by Andre Malraux, and Marshall McLuhan's,  "The Gutenberg Galaxy."

The magazine I favor most is, "Wired."
I laugh to think what Leonardo would do, today?
I read real books,  have way too many to store, and I read many books on my Kindle or I Pad. The rest of my time I am either out looking for things worth seeing or drawing or painting or doing digital.
Oh yes, I write stupid stories and print them out, cut them into strips in my pasta machine, arrange the strips to please me, photograph them, change things, layer things, etc.
I most enjoy Mark Strand's poetry, Leonard Cohen's music (what a genius he was), Yoko Ono and Laurie Anderson are my favorite women.
I wish I lived in Africa when an air plane was a new thing. Being a skywriter would be the only job I would ever have.
I love why Mark Strand used the form of poetry prose, because he was unsure. Or prose/poetry?
I am very sure that I am unsure of many ideas.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Fragile Thought


Egg/Gravity  copyright 2017
Bobbie  Casey 
Exactly- this is the state of mind I find myself to consider the energy of affairs floating around on/in clouds. Consider the egg. It contains possible life. It contains sustenance, perhaps, for something else. It is fragile. It can be easily broken. I know this is true because I invest a lot of time walking on egg shells.
Consider this particular egg, the entire world of vegetation seems to grow outside-on-it's- shell. It is caught in a cascade of water rolling down a mountainside. Maybe. 
So much energy from the water, from gravity, from my imagination, it could be something good or not.



Wednesday, August 14, 2013

I have moved

Hello everyone,

For a while I have been at

http://anatomyofabird.blogspot.com/

If you want to find me that is where I am.

New start, New life, New day.

Bobbie/Filamental/The Bird

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

So Will You Come To See Me?

I'm asking for you to join me on my new blog.  The Anatomy of a Bird I just needed a new space for a brand new way of looking at things. It is a beautiful place, our world, is it not?

Namaste

Friday, March 8, 2013


How I do it? Some have asked. . .that is what I will share on a regular basis. . .but not here.
This blog is dead. Remember the meditation bird I did a while back? Remember my book/boxes like the Mt. Fuji Ballet? This is what it is all about for me these days.

I ask you to join me at my new place The Anatomy of a Bird.   Click the link at the top of the right column.

Thanks to all of you for the support and friendship over the past couple of years, I am truly greatful.

Bobbie

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Just In Case

You know how I hate telling stories. . .
well, you know what, it has been a long time coming. . .
I have been ill for quite a long time.

This was almost all she wrote. . .

You also know that I am a drama queen.

I just wanted to say while I still can

Hello!

You mean the world to me. . .

ALL OF YOU!

The little sparrows are so wonderful. The red red bird is too.

Please don't throw me in this brier patch.  OH PLEASE PLEASE DO!

Tomorrow my baby girl is coming for a visit. I am so thankful! She fell off her skis and is coming brace and crutches and all.

My mama is well, my sister is too. My honey bunny deserves a metal of honor.

I don't mean to sound like a cry baby but I am a cry baby, today.

My son is back in Afghanistan, please pray for his safety and his sacrifice.
I will pray for you!

x0x0x

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Friday, December 21, 2012

Behind The Scene


Oh Honey It Is Cold Outside
The Snow
The Lights
The Tree Still Stands
Crazy Baby Kitty
Pats My Face

 G R A C E 

May You Have A Blessed Day, Too!
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Monday, December 17, 2012

Monday Morning Table


Thinking and planning what is next on my list of want to do's on this Monday morning a week before Christmas. This is a busy week coming up where I can grab a few minutes between have to do's and want to do's. Winter is almost here which is a good thing because I seem to have a lot of time to work in the studio. Snow days come along when I am not able to get out. 
As long as I do not turn on the news I think I can think about being creative. What a sad time it has been for so many. It seems silly to think about a wish list.

Friday, December 14, 2012

See Chihuly





Dale Chihuly at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts at Richmond, Virginia until February 2013 is a must see!
Glass is so now. I collect small pieces. It seems relevant to our time and space.
I see the glass in the chandeliers at a hotel in Atlantic City. It is nice that these art pieces are available to view on the East Coast. I saw them first when I lived on the West Coast. See the video above and then go the VMFA to view them with your own eyes. Amazing.
Have a great weekend! xoxox

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