For those of you who have trustingly entered Eden's tangles and expected to follow the titillating travails of EverEven, well, whoops! Due to somewhat unexpected complications a certain swift halt was encountered when Ever smacked into a knotty branch on the Tree of Life and became sorely senseless. You may be shocked to know that the tree has been growing for simply gadzooks of eons and has developed quite a few stumps, twists and trunks. But, hold tight, there is surely more to come. Sooner rather than later the whirl will raise the wind.

Entering Eden

Ever Even’s

enlightening escapades

in the great green garden.

“O” note:

Let us just gently say that Ever’s nimble and bouncy brain is a bit dimly lit, though her heavy heart is as bright as deep-night star shine. Her hasty and imprudent assumptions brazenly defy reality, but eventually she bumbles into the hard truth. Slide, glide. Up, down, right, left, right, wrong, turn around. Slide, glide. Side to side. As with every tiny dancer, perfect balance is her aim.

Will she ever get even?

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At the moment…

Twilight seeps into profound purple as our befuddled heroine, Ever Even, is whisked back into Eden’s muted origins.

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Here in the cool darkness, drifting upside down and backwards, I briefly consider my particular perplexities. What! What? Where? How? Why Now? Why me? These little naggers are odiously preponderant and would overwhelm me if I paid them the least heed.
TA TA.

Who says you can't go backwards and inverted? Who, indeed? Am I not easing into the entwined vaults of Eden just so? I do sense I am sailing solo in the verdant vapor. But, no worry. Who needs a partner? Don't they always push forward? After all, am I not the original brain dancer? I am so adept at dancing with myself I hardly notice the vacuum. Reverse is my natural mode and moon phase is my time zone.

Speaking of two steps, I am beginning to make out my feet through the misty swirl. Here in Eden they are tiny split hooves...sort of up-turned on the tip, like what you'd find on an elegant gazelle, or maybe a piglet. Definitely not a fox. I might have to consider some polish. Something subtle, like pale puce. Don't want to foot-fright the fauna first off. The flora can take care of itself (itselves?). TA TA.

Nonetheless, my little prissers definitely need some spit and shine.

My hands seem to be missing. Oh well, TA TA. Where have those prissy, pointy pinchers, gotten to? I am more than fond of my fingers and things might be troublesome without their perky presence.

One thing I can see is the foliage and it is lush and chaotic. A bit gaudy, but strangely enticing in a primal sort of way. What ever could be lurking in those bushes? I think I am going to be right at home here. Even though I have an impressively deep reservoir of Irish gloom to tide me over the random joys and exultations of an ordinary life, I am prepared to await with abiding anticipation and open optimism whatever befalls me in this gargantuan green garden.

“O” note:

Ever is over fond of alliteration…it’s the pesky poet in her.

OMG - She alliterates all over Eden.

more about Mz. Fluffy Pants

Eve Oldham is broadly known for her interpretive fresco portraits of distinctive women. Her commissioned work has been widely exhibited in the South and can be seen at www.eveoldham.com. along with a more complete and less biased bio. These hundred paintings are copyrighted and registered in the US Library of Congress. TA TA!

She has written and published “The Essential Apprenticeship for the Primary Artist,” a serious guide to defining one’s inner purpose. She gives seminars and lectures to fervent souls eager to pursue their best selves. She has recorded an accompanying CD for this in a fluty voice that would charm a cobra. In an impertinent vein as Ever Even she writes “The Rules” books, little gift booklets on a mad mixture of subjects that bluntly explain how things are, like it or not.

If you suspect that I did this biased bio dirty deed for her, you are right. I chose the twenty year old photos, too. She primly insisted I include the one with her and a Halloween Frankster. Sometimes Eve’s three faces get a bit blurry and foully focused and I am forced to stage an intervention into stark reality. But let me assure you, you will want to meet this bouncy bundle of talents, if not face to face(s) then certainly through her nimble work.

EVE’S BEFUDDLED, LONG SUFFERING BUT PERSISTENT, TYPIST,”O”

First light from Eden

Quixodities, ruminologies and enticing pomposities,
from the elusive depths of Eden.

Personal perspectives from Ever Even.

Dawn is seeping through my first blogging experience.
As the light expands I await discoveries unimagined.