The authentic self is the soul made visible…
Tiny blossoms are springing forth on the flowering plum tree.
Sprouts that is.
Actually… I had no idea WHAT this plant was when I decided to use it in my Garden Art. This may be one of the last pieces in that series, too. For now anyway. I started working at two (very small) part time jobs, so when you add that to school, things are starting to get hectic.
If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
The preparation of good food is merely another expression of art, one of the joys of civilized living.Dione Lucas
First of all, I want to share how excited I am to be finishing up the Alphabet Game. This is the FIRST time I’ve started a series on my blog—and actually stuck with it until the very end.
Wonder is being in a constant state of awe, no matter how mundane your circumstances might be.
Valentine’s Day may be about love, but love isn’t just about romance.
An American business man was vacationing in a small coastal fishing village. One morning he stood on the pier and watched as a small boat docked. Inside the boat was one fisherman with several large yellowfin tuna. He complimented the man on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
“Only a little while,” the fisherman said.
“Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” The business man asked.
In the Quiet,I’m unheard, I’m unseen,I can run, I can twirl,If I want… I can scream.Just me and my thoughts,Far away from the crowd,Dancing in color,And singing out loud. I wanted to whiz past “Q” […]
I’ve had some cool insights and exciting ideas while thinking about the Alphabet Game, and I must say that the letter “P” has been one of the most enlightening thus far.
BUT… I have to back up and talk about the “M” word first… Memories. I realize now that some things really ARE worth forgetting—mainly things that I learned (or absorbed into my unconscious) when I was younger.
Almost every successful person begins with two beliefs: the future can be better than the present, and I have the power to make it so.David Brooks
I have to be honest here. This Alphabet Game has had me stumped for days. Every time I sat down to address the letter “N” I’d get frustrated. All of the words I came across […]
One of my best friends from high school remembers everything. Whenever we talk, she reminisces about our old shenanigans as if they happened yesterday. Things that we did decades ago; things I’ve long since forgotten.
Last year, I (briefly) dated a man who reminded me of her. Our conversations were like time travel; we’d always end up in the 70’s or 80’s! Sometimes I wondered why the two of them weren’t dating. They both had this weird connection to the past—as if that past still existed.
Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.Carl Jung
—A personal journey through the “K” word.
I think the old bumper car is kicking into overdrive. My journey through education is making more and more sense, as the fragments of information—that I’ve learned in various classes—are beginning to connect. The ‘bigger picture’ is coming into focus, and I could not be more excited!
This Alphabet Game is great because it prompts me to explore words. Words link to other words and—as I follow the trail—ideas literally spell themselves out. I thought it would be fun to share my […]
Wildflower at heart, Uncultivated and pure, Longing for someone near. Free spirit, Soul dancing in the wind— To songs of love, Once whispered in her ear. I’m taking a short break from the Alphabet… I […]
D is for Dreams
Everyone knows what dreams are, but I wanted to find a more personal way to describe them. Not the dreams we have when we’re asleep; the dreams we dream when we’re awake. I poked around google and found exactly what I was searching for:
A synonym for dream is HOPE.
“Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.”Guillaume Apollinaire
I’m on the letter “C” today and this quote is perfect. I’m starting with a word that I’m not necessarily a fan of, but I won’t make a habit of that.
Contradiction: a combination of statements, ideas, or features of a situation that are opposed to one another.
Sometimes a professor will say something that totally contradicts what another professor said. That’s confusing, and sometimes annoying, but that’s not why I brought it up.
I thought it would be fun to do a new series while I’m on my “time out.”
I realize that sounds a bit paradoxical, but I’ve had a long weekend—with plenty of time to ponder the idea. After posting the little things, I was amazed at how it affected me. Taking the time to think about the things you love (or are grateful for) really does change how you feel.
That being said, I’m going to attempt an ongoing series about the things that I love… moving slowly (but swiftly) from A to Z, and I’m calling it The Alphabet Game. Feel free to join in anytime and add your own. Here goes the first letter:
This morning I drove into Pasadena. It wasn’t a major excursion, but it was in the opposite direction of where I normally travel and everything was unfamiliar. I wish I had taken my camera. It’s the perfect place for street photography, but it was just TOO hot! I wanted to get in—and get out.
I went there to pick up the kit for my drawing class. I’m already enjoying the course. It’s not so much that I’ve learned anything yet (it’s only been two days), or that I even see the possibility of getting really good at it. It’s the fact that I’m putting aside my fear, putting the pencil to the pad, and making an effort.
- morning coffee
- to tinker; a little bit of this and a little bit of that
- thunder and lightning, especially when I’m enjoying coffee and tinkering
- the sound of rain on a tin roof
- rainbows and butterflies
- the way my body feels after doing something strenuous (rare, but happens)
- swimming in cool waters
- when the sky explodes into colors (missing Colorado)
- road trips—I’ll get out there again, eventually
- walking on sand
- the ocean
I think the definition of artist is a bit enigmatic. I’ve never called myself an artist. I’ve said things like “this is some art I created,” or “I love to create art,” but that’s as far as it goes. I think the first explanation that pops into my head is the fact that I don’t use pencils, pens, or even brushes (although that may change after the new semester).
Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends,
Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends,
Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too,
Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new,
Plan for retirement— look forward to rest,
Where children once played— is now empty nest,
Dating disasters— a marriage from hell,
Lack of investments— there’s nothing to sell,
No regrets linger— My head’s not for rent,
All of these moments— are evanescent,
March forward, full steam— toward what is unseen,
Faith is eternal— I’m living the dream.
His appearance stirred up anger,
Seeds of hatred had been sewn.
Antipathy grew heavy,
I began tumbling,
From my throne.
There I discovered,
Had been my own!
Looking at your past is not a bad thing. Not to brood over it, but to cherish fond memories; see what you’ve done right (and wrong); and to learn from your past mistakes. When you take it all in and reflect, you figure out what’s worth repeating, what you should do differently next time, and—more importantly—what you should never do again.