Shit happens. Literally. What are the chances?!
Picture an idyllic setting in beautiful Montana: picnic tables nestled amongst majestic mountains, the delicious aroma of an outdoor barbecue, live music, laughter amongst friends, calf roping lessons, a campfire, a tipi and horses frolicking in the fields nearby. Ah the great outdoors!
While finishing up my delicious plate of food, I was startled by the feeling of something falling on my head: Did someone throw something at me? I look around and found no guilty perpetrators. Something told me not to run my fingers through my head. I’m glad I didn’t.
“Hey guys, is there something on my head?” I asked innocently. The speechlessness amongst my comrades was followed by roaring laughter: “It’s bird shit!”
Trying to avoid attracting the least amount of attention possible, I quickly b-lined for the washroom. Why is it that when we are in a hurry, there is always someone moving slowly in your way?
“Excuse me!” I said as I pretty much fell on a guy.
He quickly noticed the reason for my hurriedness and stepped aside quickly.
What better way to get bird shit out of your hair than a motorcycle ride?!
Intrigued by my latest hair drama, I looked for information about the odds of having a bird poop on one’s head. Turns out the odds are not very likely. Kind of like winning the lottery. Lucky me.
Whatever the odds are, I am pleased to say that in many cultures around the globe, having bird poop on your head is very good luck. A sign of a bounty of wealth headed your way.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and
I am living proof.