one month until Colorado!

I will be in Fort ,Colorado in just one month to teach a weekend of wax splashing!
Encaustic Extravaganza
Saturday Oct17 and Sunday Oct 18. Join me and have some fun with wax!!!!
in love. trish.

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my DVD!

It's here! Come have fun in wax with me :) in love. trish.

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Patricia Baldwin Seggebruch's fast, fun, and inexpensive methods break down the barriers to working in encaustic. In this DVD workshop Patricia leads you through three encaustic collage projects using dozens of creative methods and materials. You'll start with low-cost supplies from stores you visit every week and incorporate techniques from collage, scrapbooking, painting, and other media that make you feel at home. Take advantage of the Pre-Order special and get the chance to ask Patricia a question! Learn more at our blog Regular Price: $44.95 - Pre-Order Price: $39.95 + S/H (Sale ends 9/21/09)


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therapy baking

I've mentioned in the past that I bake to process and ponder. I found myself doing just this recently as I rolled around in boy stuff! Coming out on the other side-with a whole lot of cookies!
Three batches and counting, all with interesting variations, emerged from the quandary-along with a smile and a calmer demeanor ;)
in love. trish

Chocolate dipped brandy snaps
6 T butter
1/2 c sugar
1/3 c dark corn syrup
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t ginger(substitute cardamom)
1 c flour
1 c choc chips
1 T shortening
Melt and blend butter, sugar and corn syrup in a saucepan until sugar dissolves. Add cinnamon, ginger and flour and stir to blend. Drop teaspoonfuls onto ungreased baking pan, no less than 3" apart, and bake at 325 degrees for 12-14 minutes or until dark caramel colored. Remove and allow to cool for about two minutes then roll onto the handle of a wooden spoon and cool completely on a wire rack. Melt chocolate chips and shortening in a microwave safe bowl. Dip cooled snaps or drizzle onto snaps. Enjoy!

super minis

Hmmmm....the studio shrinks so my paintings shrink?!....
Having too much fun ;)
in love. trish.

brian starts

Okemos High School varsity, Okemos, MI-game opener. Starter, Defensive tackle.

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Getting in there!

Yes, I think he may be texting on the field....

Number 65.

In love. trish.

Photo credits: Daniel Seggebruch ;)

keys

'The small man spends all day making cages for everyone he knows while the wise man, who must duck his head when the moon is low, spends all night dropping keys to free the beautiful rowdy prisoners.'

I am wonder-fully touched by those born to live dropping keys each and every day of their lives. I am transfixed by their ease in being slow to anger and quick to assist-seeming to hold no fear in their head nor refrain in their heart. They delve into giving of themselves in all they do with no need for repayment. Thanks seems to be rendered simply in the fulfillment of assistance given.

On the flip side there are many who will offer this same assistance, it would seem, yet keep score and develop a log of payments due for each and every offering. And to this small man, if payback is not rendered in a timely manner, and to the degree they alone think is adequate, repercussions are often deliberate and damaging.

My dad drops keys. Discerning individuals even get the gift of delicately rendered golden keys. He requires nothing in return, yet one has to ask what can possible be granted in thanksgiving!? In contemplating my own life and what I would like to see of it, I think he would accept gratitude shown through optimally living to the extent of my own personal passions' allowance. Just living fully. A simplicity that may stump many in the world as not nearly worthy enough repayment. Yet so very sensical to those who do the key dropping. Just. simply. live. fully. This is thanksgiving at its best.

He has taught me this lesson of key dropping over and over again in my days. In small measures: From walking me through an oil change in my Civic as a bright eyed teen to the insurmountably gifted ribbon tied gold key; lending me desperately needed funds which carried me through to the other side of anguish. The everyday blessings he bestows just by accepting and accepting and once again accepting me-missteps and all, are my keys to living fully and honestly by my own heart.

Everyone has at least one key dropper in their life. The person so generous and genuine that their shine causes us to spread our wings to their widest span and fill our satchels with keys to disperse ourselves. My dad gives me the deep desire to take up my own accumulated storehouse, fill my pockets and share them with the world; imprisoned or not-each of us needs freeing sometimes. If only from the repetitive tasks in a heavy day. So I will strive to give keys to each and everyone I touch-at my father's example. Take it up; hold it squarely in your palm-with tenderness feel the gift it is and pass it on. Drop your own keys.

To the small man, live as you do and answer keylessly at the door of heaven. To the wise man, and my moon brushing giant of a father, live heaven every day. in love. trish.

heart wisdom

'give your body credit for it's own innate wisdom'

What does this statement mean to you?

It has been a guiding force for me over the past few years; and grows stronger each day I live by its conviction.

Because of changes I hadn't scripted into the dialog of my life, I was, blessedly, forced to actually listen to my body's signals and wisdom. You know the ones, those small changes in heart rate, sense of unease in the gut, pressure in your heart that if ignored can grow and fester?! Living from this listening place has been amazing: life altering and self actuating~sending me down paths I hadn't recognize as mine to take in years past.

Listening to your own bodies' signal in response to communication, societal expectations, parental dictum's and even heartfelt, lovingly directed suggestions instead of reacting with your minds' interpretation of these forces can be the difference between living and dying. Truly. The day I turned on the choice to do this listening is the day I unconsciously chose to live. No dramatizing-just truth. To make this choice and move forward in self awareness began a journey toward fully living in the best of who I am. And in that, I made the choice to live. No longer settling for struggle. No longer getting sick, desperately so sometimes, and ignoring the reason for its development in the first place. No longer blindly tripping after anothers' direction. No longer accepting the assumed wisdom of anothers' insights over my own truth telling sense and God given abilities.

I thank God for creating in me a powerful passion directing my feet: One so strong that it broke through this living in fear, worry and anxiety and ignited my own passions' dormant flame; feeding it to bonfire proportions. Guidance can come in the strangest way and under the most seemingly impossible directives sometimes.

There are those who have accused me of being a dreamer; striving for unrealistic possibilities; foolishly believing in passionate filled doing over strife filled determination. To their way I can no longer step. In their thinking I can no longer abide. I simply say yes. Absolutely yes! And forever always saying yes to this~I take the accusation willingly and remain true to it every day: I no longer have ears to listen-only heart to hear.

'There are some who will go their entire lives and not live a single day. She did not choose to be one of them.' in love. trish