The manipulation of language is an art. We all have our own twist of the tongue.

My craft of self-expression is quite unique. As I am willing to share myself amongst the masses. Yet, I leave room for the unconscious mind to fall between the lines.

I weave riddles and rhymes. Of metaphoric relation, and indirect vibration of personal situation. One may find themselves wrapped up in words. Struggling to make sense: finding banter instead of truthful bearings. Or, one may be insightful: probing beyond the intertwining lines, bearing an open-mind to experience this expression.

Even writing more directly, for the reason of common affairs, I possess my own flare. Filtering the half-winded reader. Wound-up replies showing a misplaced perception. A mind which pin-points the simple sayings: a skimming fool.

Short-sightedness separates from pure personal connection. Most cannot see far past their own self. A saturation of the ones beyond.

Instead, know thyself apart from all else. Then seek the depth of others… The bigger picture of beings building his-story of tomorrow.

This is an open letter to those who have been involved in the Artisans Farm events, and supported our endeavors towards the opening of this location as a grand community events center and artisans gallery.

In these past several weeks, we have been faced with the fact of finances. Questioning the way in which we’ve operated the Artisans Farm, looking at our timeline for Grand Opening, tallying the ups and downs, making priorities.

At December’s 4th Avenue Street Fair, we gave opportunity for our artistic community to participate for 10% of sales and the commitment of time. Knowing this was a leap of faith, but feeling it was worth the sacrifice as a major building block for our mission here.

Our grandest vision is showing, through example, the way in which to achieve a life worth leading through your own artistic crafts and abilities. Taking ones hobbies to a level of success. Bringing the passion out of our fiery souls, and sharing it amongst our neighbors. Creating and widening local sustainability.

March 15th will mark our presence here at 4th & 4th for one solid year (currently here on a 2 year lease). As some of you may know, we have projected a Grand Opening Ceremony for April 1st. We want to have this location to our envisioned point of release, so the community can now utilize the space, and we can all benefit. Giving the location a year to fly -prior to contract renegotiation.

The dilemma we face:
The Artisans Farm has not generated any excess income for our pursuits here. The main asset has been in creating some great connections with inspired artisans community. These events have also been learning experiences. Every event we’ve thrown, the monies made from booth space rental simply went right back into the production of fliers for advertising. December’s 10% of sales put us below our investments for the affair.

Our original hope, starting back in July ‘09, was that this event would put us above what finances are keeping us here– giving us a jump start.

Christopher’s one man operation, “Affordable Computer Services”, has been paying all the dues. As of now, the primary client which has maintained our finances has taken an alternate course.

So these upcoming months, and getting to our projected April 1st deadline has been weighing on us more heavily. For a few weeks now, my thoughts have been scrambling for a decision. It is a hard one to make. Everyone I have spoken to has said to immediately ensure our presence here at 4th & 4th. Though I have struggled with the ever-present desire to uphold my word to the community, as to our plans for this March’s St. Fair event. Yet, I cannot deny this challenge we are faced with. We have no excess funds to put towards advertising (fliers, signage, etc.) for this March’s Fair. I do not wish to ask for the communities’ full commitment to the event, when we can not cover costs to lure in a crowd.

The decision made:
Ultimately the Grand Opening, and seeing this year through is the wiser decision. Ensuring those priorities will surely lend to an all-the-better “Artisans Farm” 4th Ave. Street Fair event come December ‘10.

With that being said, the 4th & 4th “Artisans Farm” Street Fair Fusion event for March 2010 is canceled. We will instead be selling 10×10 booth spaces on the side yard and drive-way end (off of 4th Avenue), for their worth of $400. If anyone of the “Artisans Farm” community happens to be interested, contact me ASAP. I will be placing an ad on Craigslist today. If there is a lower amount you’d be willing to pay for a booth space– Please email me with that amount + booth size, and I will contact you if we are unable to fill the spots come closer to the St. Fair. Or if you’d like to name a price for a booth space around the rest of the yard space (off 4th Street), or down the 4th Avenue driveway– email me those details.

We did ponder whether we could run the event amidst these fully payed for booth spaces. Our conclusion was that it’d be a huge stress, and would likely ruin the “Artisans Farm” vision. Based on past experience, asking someone who has payed in full for their booth to accommodate our event (with a much needed path-way) is asking too much.

Instead we’ve officially decided to begin a weekly run of the “Artisans Farm” starting April, following the Grand Opening of our location. With a newly revised ‘Artisans Guide’, among other details. We will surely email everyone with an official announcement as the time draws nearer.

–In conclusion, if you have any questions, comments or concerns, Please feel free to contact me.

Will be in touch.

Be Well;
In Harmony,
Jacqueline Mellars Granados Pollard

Amazed.

All that has lead us here, and on into the future– A maze for sure. Choices we make, ideas we manifest, persistence we hold by, vision that gives us the passion to move forth when everything seems like a dizzying force of frailsome odds.

Take breathe, take notice to where you stand. Lifting your mind, leaping in body. Up-above the winding of walls. Looking down on the grand scheme. Around at the great beyond and potential. Infinitely existing in endless flight…

Dropping down, back into this skin. For the weight of the world is what’s channeling within. Gravity does force the greatness out of these shells. Poses the challenges unto us that shall force us to dive-and-thrive.

As there is no prosperous view, without the depths of turmoil. Facing your end, your weakness of bitter-sweet emotional withdrawal– This diving down-and-in, does draw us out-and-on.

The vibrations of positivity and love are wonderful to behold. For the betterment of mind-body-soul, and the greatness of mankind. Though I have never swallowed it down, and exhaled these preachings with my every breathe. Nor do I aim for this feat. As my mind is a believer of balance. Knowing the black and white, the hate and love. Reality is what one makes, but ignorance is not my bliss. Humbly knowing what will be, feeling the loss and sorrow, and transcending the inner disgrace of fellow humanity on the brink of destruction– Acting not against or above this wrenching force, but beyond.

Each of us, our own cosmic bodies. Floating gracefully through the void of space and time. We may magnify great energy, provoking life and death– all at once. Reeling in towards the greater unknown, of black holes and mystery. Or colliding with another force for the explosive-implosion of rebirth.

May we break through the brink, glistening with grace and gusto– Gravitating in our Godly passion of creative existence. Becoming the spherical force of layered energy, mass and distorted properties. Magikal, metaphysical, morphing in our mystic minds.

A single thought may spark this being, stretch these borders, shove the masses unto their own. While I am standing solidly in my own, beholding the beauty of those who surround me– we are one in existence, forever on amongst our own.

Khronus Infinidee: Father declared you, and so you are. By December, Leo on the rise. Your force is monumental, in dreams you reside. Bless you, bless me as your carrier, bless this family and our fusion. We shall rise unto the heavens, just as we’ve fallen to here and now.

Namaste!