Recently a friend went to view “her”, the new Spike Jonze flick about a man who falls in love with his OS (that would be computer Operating System for those of you as technologically illiterate as myself). After hearing my friends thoughts on the movie (double thumbs up and a box of Kleenex later) my wee little brain began whirring….what about a little something for the ladies? Below is my creative compilation comprised of components from my kitchen cabinets. Viola! Movie release date Spring 2014.
Sun dappled water rippled in the pond. Lilting laughter drifted over grassy fields while city dwellers took in the warmth, perched comfortably on blanket islands spread across the green slopes. Camera in hand, a wandering we went…….
The purple puffs of Dr. Seuss dreams.
Can you hear Horton hearing a Who?
Long hop to nowhere….
Fish out of water.
Sometimes life can roar. The noise of work, play, friends, family, and all the nitty-gritty in between can become so loud that the artist in us must step back and wait for the hubbub to subside. Lurking behind the frenzy, soaking up all of the interactions, observing and learning.
Finally comes the quiet. Those precious moments when there is nothing but the expression of art pouring out into the silence to fill the space with something new, something that has been growing behind the noise.
Often we find so much more than our creativeness during the in between times. We find ourselves. There is a peace and centering that comes with being hushed and finally hearing the thoughts that only speak to us in a whisper.
Take a moment today to find the quiet, to hear your inner artist, and to hear yourself.
One Lovely Blog Award
Thank you, thank you , thank you to Roberta Gordon, author of “Gemini Witching: Elements 101“. It is flattering beyond words when a fellow writer finds one’s work worthy of awarding recognition. One of the great joys of blogging is the vast network of amazing creatives who inspire, encourage, and share the journey that is our craft. I feel lucky to have found Roberta on this same path. One click on Roberta’s name above and you will be magically transported to her realm for a visit with this debut author.
The rules of this round of recognitions are as follows:
- Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them. Check.
- Share 7 things about yourself Check.
- Nominate 15 (or so) other bloggers you admire. Check.
Here are a few things about me:
- I have more notebooks than any one person should ever own.
- No matter where I move (and I move a lot), I end up with AWESOME neighbors. It’s some sort of phenomenon for which I am very grateful.
- I cannot be part of a writing critique group because I will never stop editing my own first chapters.
- I am usually barefoot or in flip flops.
- I like the smell of mesquite.
- I throw a great party.
- When I’m outlining a story I only write with a black pen or a REALLY sharp pencil. That’s right, I’m talking take an eye out sharp.
Part three of the blog award asks that I nominate some fellow bloggers that I admire. It’s hard to pare it down to a handful as there are so many incredible bloggers and I am finding more each day. To be honest, many days it is a struggle not to get lost in reading all of the other blogs instead of working on my own projects. My read list is growing faster than Santa’s naughty vs. nice checklist.
Some of these bloggers are fellow writers, photographers, business bloggers, and cartoonists. A few are those brave souls who “diary blog”, putting their innermost thoughts and dreams out there into the blogosphere. All are great people who share some part of themselves with the rest of us.
And now for (a sampling of) the blogs that I admire:
Lea and Jay** I’ve road tested some of their recipes – OMG. You…must…go….there….and….cook!!!!!!
Looking to the masters for the “Y” of it all…..
TO SOME I HAVE TALKED WITH BY THE FIRE
by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
My heart would brim with dreams about the times
When we bent down above the fading coals
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
And of the wayward twilight companies
Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
Under the fruit of evil and of good:
And of the embattled flaming multitude
Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,
And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
A rapturous music, till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.
“To Some I Have Talked With by the Fire” is from “The Rose”. W.B. Yeats. 1893.