Finding Junk

I know it's a great junk day when i have to open my truck windows to make sure i can fit all my junk inside. Seriously, this cool, big frame I got from Resource 2000 could not fit into my truck without the window open. So I drove to Longmont will all the windows open. So fun.

I'm telling you, I love that place. I loaded up my car with lots of stuff, for guess what? Just under $12. Also stopped at ARC Thrift in Broomfield and found the perfect art table. My truck was full and carried just under $60.

But here is what really got me....while at Resource 2000 (for those of you who don't know what this place is, it's like a gold mine of used junk in Boulder. Google them, they are great). You can pretty much find any building supply you need and the other kicker is that they loan out tools! Didn't do that today cuz I couldn't fit it in my truck, but I will soon. But hey, what caught my eye as i walked through was this really cool display of that black sprinkler tubing. You know what I'm talking about? Kinda thick and long? There were these large peices (like 100 or so) shoved into this barrel. But i'm telling you, it looked like giant, black weeds, or spider growing out of that barrel. So inspiring. I needed to get myself some quick. So I took what I thought I needed and ideas sprang out of my head (ha, like that black tubing). I was going to color mine, place them in a large barrel of some sort and put it at the start of my driveway to the farm. For sure everyone would know where to turn without even looking at my address. God I love it. Isn't this cool? All these colors just bursting out of this barrel. I wonder how I will get paint stuck to them? Wouldn't it be cool to have a saying on each one too? like...create, risk, listen, determination, spirituality, etc? Not sure of this yet, but something is percolating in my head.

I leave Resource 2000 wondering how I can find glorious art in a used building supply store. But I do. it is one of the most inspiring places for me.

Surrender

What have I just done? I have rented a small, little under one acre farm. This farm needs work. Serious work. I don't even know why I am there. What draws me. But really, I do know. Its something deep inside. Something that is beyond me; I am simply following.

I rented the farm on a Saturaday. That night, I went there and walked around aimlessly wondering what I was going to do first. But it was all so overwhelming that I sat down in the weeds and cried. Why was I here? I surrendered. I let go of all of my fears and just listened. Something told me to go to the garage where my first item on the agend was a junk art studio for myself and any kiddos out there that want to get really creative without even knowing or understanding it all.

I shoveled and carried things to the burn pile. All night. While shoveling; I knew why I was there. This is everything I did as a kid. I loved to clean out buildings on our farm, make them new and different. I had longed to go home for some time now, but home is no longer there. My parents have passed and the family farm has since been bought by someone else. But oddly enough, I went home that night while shovleing someone elses crap. It felt so good. If for no other reason to rent that farm, it was for this. This brief time of going home.