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3 Dogs Studio

Guymon has several places to shop around town, but for some unique items only found in larger cities, a trip out of town can be an inconvenience.
Now in Guymon and close to home is the new Three Dogs Studio with a wide variety of gifts perfect for the holiday season.
Although owner Lori Mendenhall has had the studio open since April, she recently finished renovations and held her grand opening on Dec. 5.
She has added several new and unique items, many from Southwest artisans that can't be found anywhere else in Guymon, including bright hand painted furniture from designer Christie Kennelly, Cowhide Crosses from Bungalow 702, Garden Deva out of Tulsa, Mosaic by Jill Kernodle, John McDonald Blown Glass, Isabel Bloom Sculptures and a wide variety of Tie Dye clothing and accessories from Lori's own TieDye and Batik.
The first step inside Three Dogs Studio located at 405 Village Sopping Center, one door East of Zippy's on Hwy. 54, is a blast of multicolored madness. Lori has been making tie dye for several years now and has a large collection of clothing and accessories for everyone of all ages including large colorful tapestries that decorate her store.
Art festival and craft show enthusiasts may be familiar with Mendenhall's work.
She has been selling tie dye at art festivals and craft shows for several years including the Wichita River Fest, Tulsa May Fest, Firehouse Art Center, Paseo Art Festival and her biggest show of the year at the Winfield Blue Grass Festival.
The hottest item this year, according to Mendenhall, has been her velvet scarfs that are selling "by the bushel basket" both at craft shows and at her online web store MarleyTieDye on Etsy.com.
In addition to the wide variety of gifts, clothing and accessories, Lori provides a used book exchange service for anyone looking to share or find new and interesting books or authors.
Come on down and see what the Three Dogs Studio has to offer this holiday season. Open from 12 to 5:30 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday.

An Introduction to Mystery

Have you ever lost yourself in the sounds of the world around you? When you close your eyes and the world seems somehow more magical and your troubles are no more than grains of sand blowing with the wind. I have never been able to explain the mysterious emotion that covers me up from head to toe, wrapping me between the sounds of music. And so I write, poetry, music, blurbs within my blog, knowing only the few people who read this may know of the mystery I write about. I sit listening now to the music I've recorded and posted and wonder about how different it is than any other music I've heard.

I never really cared about making money or fame, as an aim that is shallow and superficial. What I want, have wanted and will always want is to lose myself somewhere in that mystery, that the depth of what I do takes me away to someother time and place. It never completely works out that way with my own music but perhaps I'm too close to it. When I listen to Michael Hedges or Jose Gonzales or Sigur Ros and feel the greatest joy and the greatest sorrow I have ever felt at the same time, it pulls my spirit out of my body and feels as if I can spread my arms out and lift up off ground, flying through the cool breeze.

I have noticed the same feeling from time to time after I have woken up and a dream still lingers in my mind. Not typical dreams, but the ones that carry some quiet emotion that builds and builds in my mind and remains with me throughout the day until I fall asleep again. When I feel everything around me at once and I am connected to it. When I feel as if the only real purpose we have, will ever have in this world is what we give ourselves. Its how we view our situations and what meaning we choose to give them that carries us.

So, I find that emotion, that mystery in the poetry and music of the world around me and in the love people share. I wonder how many people are listening to it? I walk down the sidewalks and watch all the other people scurrying about their days and wonder, do they hear it or am I slowly going crazy? Is crazy even a bad thing considering the sane people in this world completely plugged into their possessions and oblivious of the beauty all around them all the time. I wonder if they will ever know that rhapsody?