Friday, July 24, 2015

Taking a Sabbatical!

Just wanted to let everyone know that I'll be taking a break from the blogging world until September 1st.

These last few months have really just worn me out.

Currently I'm dealing with a family illness, creating lesson plans for my daughter (homeschooling a 2nd grader!), and my spirits just haven't been in the best shape lately (lost a friend, community was devastated by a flood).

So, my soul needs time to recuperate.

Writing, poetry, and art are usually my outlets but I'm really feeling the need to hibernate and turn inward, to replenish myself.

I think it's entirely possible to run ourselves completely dry without even knowing we've done so.

On the bright side, I did purchase a wonderful book recently.  Its a year-long workbook that will aid me in transforming my life, my mind, and my personal space into a much more peaceful place.  I have begun a deeply-Buddhist journey toward the Yogi lifestyle.

I need to rest, friends, so that when I return I can get on with all my blog projects.  My own writing.  And myself.

See you all in a little over a month.

Wishing you safe, and creative adventures in the meantime!

Monday, July 20, 2015

P!nk - Raise Your Glass

"So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways."  

I'll always raise my glass.  <3

Natalie Merchant - Carnival

I've walked these streets
a virtual stage
it seemed to me
make up on their faces
actors took their
places next to me
I've walked these streets
in a carnival
of sights to see
all the cheap thrill seekers
the vendors & the dealers
they crowded around me
Have I been blind
have I been lost
inside myself and
my own mind
by what my eyes have seen?
I've walked these streets
in a spectacle of wealth & poverty
in the diamond market
the scarlet welcome carpet
that they just rolled out for me
I've walked these streets
in the mad house asylum
they can be
where a wild eyed misfit prophet
on a traffic island stopped
and he raved of saving me
Have I been blind
have I been lost
inside myself and
my own mind
by what my eyes have seen?
Have I been wrong
have I been wise
to shut my eyes
and play along
by what my eyes have found
by what my eyes have seen
what they have seen?
Have I been blind
have I been lost
have I been wrong
have I been wise
have I been strong
have I been
by what my eyes have found
in that great street carnival
in that carnival?

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Hats On!

"Strange City"

"This whole city's black and white
Tell me what is your color.

Could it be the same as mine?
Faded greens and blue street lights,
There's a red fire burning
In the sea up to the sky."
--Mat Kearney--

Created for the Hats challenge at Postcard Sunday.

**All elements used are referenced here.

"Clothes Pin" Art

"Hanging the Wash"

Created for the Clothes Pin challenge at Digital Whisper.

**All image resources cited and referenced here.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Midnight Porch Song

"The Night Trip"

Vine swims the porch
Steady as the tap
Of a broken window pane.
This humid place,
Second-story perch
Where mosquitos
Live their last days,
Old cats climbing the gutters,
Sweet relief of wet roof-tile,
As night falls and
The spiders spin their webs,
Invisible graveyards
For the weary moths.

Written for a prompt at MindLoveMisery.
Artwork shared for the Wings theme at Take a Word.

Midsummer Moon

"Somewhere Soon"

Night, with her winged beams,
Tilts the cloud of her head,
Speaks gently to me,
Resonant  calm of the raven’s
‘how-to,’ spin of light rain,
A candle shared by two.
I tilt the tea of an iron pot,
Silent boil of sound
As shadows dance the walls,
Graceful as air on land.
The curtains slowly tilt,
Breeze of summer smells
Into the alcove of my livingroom.
I, too, dance with the invisible
Foot-mamba of each shadow,
secrets shared with the moon.
Then disappear into a book,
The one nearest the hand-clutch
Of my coffee-brown couch.

Written for the Night prompt at Poets United.

In The Style of Paul Celan

"An Afternoon Walk"

A Gravitation

July travels
Another month
The moon has swallowed.
The buzz of jar-flies,
Flat-winged and heavy
As creek water,
Thick and muddy of
The twenty-five day rain
And deep as the siren call
Of the whippoorwill,
The winged song of
Summer birds and marigold,
A sort of whirlpool of sound
That pulls the season
Toward the center of itself
And is gone.

Written in the style of Paul Celan.

Written for a challenge at Toads.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Working With Stars

"Time Winding Backward"

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."  --Marilyn Monroe

Created for the Star challenge at The Three Muses.

Sunday, July 5, 2015