Eating violet Spiked globes of thistle, a Defensive dinner
I wrote this haiku tonight to go with this photo of purple artichokes that I brought home in February. I don’t know why Ive waited so long been to write about this pretty picture. A delayed but delightful pairing?
This post is the ninth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
My thoughts are spinning. Each with emotional images swirling, overlapping, and fracturing. I blink and exhale. My mind begins to pace my breath. My breath slows, my thoughts calm.
Tonight, I created this image using Silk Paints while thinking about the cycle of life and the promp: “Why am I doing the things I am doing right now?” This post is the eighth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
Childlike fear returns Watching The Unkown Terror My Creature Feature
I created this image using Art Rage and published it with Dangerous Modifiers a few years ago. Tonight, I wrote this haiku in response to this prompt: “What is my worst fear?” while watching The West Wing. This post is the sixth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
For at least a few posts this month, I’m following writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 3 was “How would I like people to remember me when I am no longer here?” See this and other prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.
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.
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