Nature is my balm. I yearn to study her random texture, learn her simple secrets, and lavish in her fickle gifts. Pray she heals me.
My image: I took this photo of a pine tree as I passed it while #walking today.
My post: I wrote “Let me–Oh, Pine!” while on my phone, laying in bed, half asleep tonight. This is the last day for my personal challenge to create daily during the month of November 2018.
Also, November 30 marks the anniversary of the death of one my favorite authors, Oscar Wilde.
In light if this mundane factoid (about the date), I share these two Wilde quotes with a nod and a wink:
“The more we study Art, the less we care for Nature. What Art really reveals to us is Nature’s lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition.”
-Oscar Wilde, “Intentions” (1891)
Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
Does your mind, heart, and soul move in concert to make your world dance on its axis? Or does your mind take over? Grasping to lead you towards an assumed position? Distracting you with each dip, lunge, sashe, twirl, kick, ball, and step? Tilting your axis only to wobble your will? Losing your focus finally to fall down?
Don’t get carried away. Learn to let it go.
Take a deep breath. Pull back, square your shoulders, follow your heart, and let your soul dance.
Or listen to a song that tells you to let it go. My favorite rock and roll song for that is “Jenny Says” by Cowboy Mouth. Check out their video on YouTube at https://youtu.be/NEfpoUuKFOY
These are my silly thoughts late on a Sunday before returning to the frenetic dance of the work week.
My thoughts are inspired by this quote:
“By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try, the world is beyond the winning.”
-Lao-Tzu, Tao Te Ching, Chapter 48, as translated by Raymond B. Blakney (1955)
About this post: I am trying to create daily this month. Today, I followed a prompt posted by the NaBloPoMo Revival group on Facebook: “Choose a quote, picture, song, etc that you feel epitomizes something important to you. Tell us why.” I created this image using ArtRage a few years ago.
This is doodle of Harold. He was a marionette. I built him with the ever expanding imagination of a five year old. Though I may have been six at the time (Thanksgiving, 1972-ish). Regardless of my age, I found Harold to be the perfect gift for my mom that Christmas. We didn’t have much, so learned to create my own presents.
“Season’s greetings, Harold” by Steph Abbott.
Harold was fashioned out of left over bits of purple, brown and yellow felt, pipe cleaners, some glue, a few pieces crazy amount of masking tape, styrofoam balls, bright red carnival feathers, and googly eyes. He looked great, but he still needed to walk. I strung him together with light blue yarn from my mom’s crochet basket and fastened the whole kit and caboodle to a set of cheap chopsticks. (My creation was inspired by my favorite book, Harold and the Purple crayon, a rare evening of take out dinner, and a recent showing of the timeless movie, The Sound of Music.)
Harold was one of my favorite things that year. He brought me joy, and I believed my mom would delight from my unique creation. Seriously, who want to take a break from a long day to break out in joyful song and dance about the house with a brightly colored bird and their child?
About this post: I created this sloppy sketch of Harold using my finger on the glass of my mobile phone while half asleep last night. So, I truly appreciate your creative imagination. I was inspired to doodle and write from this prompt: “What was the ONE holiday gift that shaped your life or at least a few years to follow. The memory of a fantastic one and the story it spun.” #NaBloPoMo #Create30
Beheld by their splendor, I sat still, gazing at my treasure. Though not mine to truly possess, each provided me with an innate value and enduring promise. Their inner light danced in the summer sun just to catch my breath. My gale swelled with love for these smokey sapphire and golden-flecked gems. As their eyes met mine, my rich soul beamed back. Family is truly a treasure.
This passage and image were inspired by the prompt, “write about a treasure you have.” I wrote this piece and created this image using my smartphone while riding with my family through the Mohave desert. Copyright 2017 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. #writetribe #writingbravely #festivalofwords #ArtRage