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| Invite the sacred |
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| Embrace the sensual - fairy lights, marjoram incense, a little breeze coming in the windows. |
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| Mandala magic |
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| Life in lines |
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| Photo scavenger hunt - repeating patterns |
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| Photo scavenger hunt - look up |
Friday, September 12, 2014
Bloom True Boot Camp
Do you know Flora Bowley? If not, check out her blog. When you are checking out her blog look for the posts on Bloom True Boot Camp. I have been following the daily prompts. It is quite fun! You don't have to complete all of the prompts. Just do the ones that speak to you. Here are a few photos of what I have been working on.
Monday, September 8, 2014
The Third Line Project
You can keep it or pass it on
What do you think? Keep it or pass it on?
Depends on what it is? Does your life depend upon it? That is does your life depend upon keeping it or passing it on?
What will you get for keeping it? What will happen if you pass it on?
You will never know unless you make the decision to keep it or pass it on.
What do you think? Keep it or pass it on?
Depends on what it is? Does your life depend upon it? That is does your life depend upon keeping it or passing it on?
What will you get for keeping it? What will happen if you pass it on?
You will never know unless you make the decision to keep it or pass it on.
The Third Line Project
A sudden stirring of the huddled herds;
What was it they heard or sensed?
Animals have a sixth sense they actually tap into
Us humans do not use our sixth sense, also known as intuition, like we should
We all have it, we just don't use it
We should, it could save us a lot of heart ache or even create heart ache,
but we should listen to it none the less.
We should sit still and listen; listen to our yearnings, our hearts desires
Where do you go to listen?
What do you hear when you listen?
What was it they heard or sensed?
Animals have a sixth sense they actually tap into
Us humans do not use our sixth sense, also known as intuition, like we should
We all have it, we just don't use it
We should, it could save us a lot of heart ache or even create heart ache,
but we should listen to it none the less.
We should sit still and listen; listen to our yearnings, our hearts desires
Where do you go to listen?
What do you hear when you listen?
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 27
For laughing in school you will get in trouble.
At least when I went to school, laughing in class wasn't allowed. It was all
business, the business of learning Chaucer, algebra, and earth science. What a shame.
What is life without laughter?
Why save it for time away from school?
Students and teachers could benefit from laughter throughout the day.
I did hear laughing coming form the teachers lounge one day.
I felt as if I was privy to some secret. What were they laughing at?
At least when I went to school, laughing in class wasn't allowed. It was all
business, the business of learning Chaucer, algebra, and earth science. What a shame.
What is life without laughter?
Why save it for time away from school?
Students and teachers could benefit from laughter throughout the day.
I did hear laughing coming form the teachers lounge one day.
I felt as if I was privy to some secret. What were they laughing at?
The Third Line Project - August 26
And my voice, it rang out.
It had been so quiet for so long that when the time came
it sprang forward out of nowhere.
I can't remember what I said. But all of a sudden the room was silent and
everyone was looking at me.
What did I say? What sent me over the edge that my voice exploded out of me?
I wish I could remember. No one will tell me the truth. They
say everything will be ok. Not to worry. What did I say that was so horrible no one will talk about it?
It had been so quiet for so long that when the time came
it sprang forward out of nowhere.
I can't remember what I said. But all of a sudden the room was silent and
everyone was looking at me.
What did I say? What sent me over the edge that my voice exploded out of me?
I wish I could remember. No one will tell me the truth. They
say everything will be ok. Not to worry. What did I say that was so horrible no one will talk about it?
The Third Line Project - Catching up
That farm greener than green
thanks to the rain. It has been a dry spring. Things
were looking lifeless and they were lacking color.
We prayed for rain for months. We would only get a sprinkling, every now and then.
Nothing that made a difference.That is until last week.
Every evening about 6 pm we would get a gentle spring rain. It
would soak the ground and the over night hours with no sun would let the rain do it's
thing
Boy it has done it's thing!
The fields are green and the flowers are blooming.
The sheep are well fed as are the cows.
Thank god for the rain.
Compass: it shows us the way. It shows us our true north. Without
it we are lost. Some people have a inborn compass the works amazingly well.
Their sense of direction both physically and spiritually are flawless.
What happened to mine?
Rooted things wait on the family porch
The elephant plant, the hibiscus, the rubber tree. They are all there, one for each child, one each a favorite.
The hibiscus is mine. It flowers. I like that. Mom and dad wait on the porch as well. The family dog used to wait on the porch. It's just his bed now.
The little feathered forest folks.
They live in amongst those big, old roots.
You never see them but you know they are there. You see their front yard. You see where they enter their home. You feel their essence.
thanks to the rain. It has been a dry spring. Things
were looking lifeless and they were lacking color.
We prayed for rain for months. We would only get a sprinkling, every now and then.
Nothing that made a difference.That is until last week.
Every evening about 6 pm we would get a gentle spring rain. It
would soak the ground and the over night hours with no sun would let the rain do it's
thing
Boy it has done it's thing!
The fields are green and the flowers are blooming.
The sheep are well fed as are the cows.
Thank god for the rain.
Compass: it shows us the way. It shows us our true north. Without
it we are lost. Some people have a inborn compass the works amazingly well.
Their sense of direction both physically and spiritually are flawless.
What happened to mine?
Rooted things wait on the family porch
The elephant plant, the hibiscus, the rubber tree. They are all there, one for each child, one each a favorite.
The hibiscus is mine. It flowers. I like that. Mom and dad wait on the porch as well. The family dog used to wait on the porch. It's just his bed now.
The little feathered forest folks.
They live in amongst those big, old roots.
You never see them but you know they are there. You see their front yard. You see where they enter their home. You feel their essence.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 19
I'd love a man
who smelled like the outdoors
who can cook
who likes reading and
having a fire in the fireplace or fire pit
who likes swimming in fresh water
who likes quiet
Who likes big, open space and
time in the city
who likes riding bikes and walking down Main St
who smelled like the outdoors
who can cook
who likes reading and
having a fire in the fireplace or fire pit
who likes swimming in fresh water
who likes quiet
Who likes big, open space and
time in the city
who likes riding bikes and walking down Main St
Monday, August 18, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 18
Hands are on each other's cheeks holding
on for dear life
afraid to look away because if we do
one of us may disappear
forever
Why is that?
If we are meant to be together then looking away should be ok,
not something we are afraid of
but yet we are afraid to look away
because we both know it is time to look away
our time has come to an end
we want different things and it's ok
we can still love each other and not be together
we have what we have and now it's time to go see what else there is
It's ok to let go and look away
Sunday, August 17, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 17
That lead to straggling roads and trail off
into the deep woods where eventually you will come upon a gorgeous swimming hole.
You decide to jump in. It is refreshing. It has been so long since you went swimming.
There is something so peaceful about floating in water, no less fresh water!
Brings back memories of childhood;
Not a care in the world. You could swim all day long back then.
Why can't you now?
No one's stopping you. It's your thoughts stopping you.
Change your thoughts!
Go swimming all day.
Do it!
into the deep woods where eventually you will come upon a gorgeous swimming hole.
You decide to jump in. It is refreshing. It has been so long since you went swimming.
There is something so peaceful about floating in water, no less fresh water!
Brings back memories of childhood;
Not a care in the world. You could swim all day long back then.
Why can't you now?
No one's stopping you. It's your thoughts stopping you.
Change your thoughts!
Go swimming all day.
Do it!
Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 15 and 16
August 15
Her hair, owl feathered and quiet
Her eyes as dark as ebony
She floats around her greenhouse like the angel she is
This place has brought her the peace and serenity she was looking for, for so long in all the wrong places
She found this place and herself not a moment too soon
Good things come to those who wait with open eyes looking and open hearts ready to receive
This is heaven she thinks as she tends to the flowers and herbs she will sell at Saturday's market
She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, so satisfied and full.
August 16
And into the shadows again, without a whisper!
Always without a whisper
You never announce your arrival or departure
Are you a figment of my imagination?
I wish I knew. I never know what to do when I realize you are here.
But then once I know, it seems as if you disappear very quickly.
You don't want to be noticed.
Just once can you stay so I can get to know you?
Her hair, owl feathered and quiet
Her eyes as dark as ebony
She floats around her greenhouse like the angel she is
This place has brought her the peace and serenity she was looking for, for so long in all the wrong places
She found this place and herself not a moment too soon
Good things come to those who wait with open eyes looking and open hearts ready to receive
This is heaven she thinks as she tends to the flowers and herbs she will sell at Saturday's market
She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, so satisfied and full.
August 16
And into the shadows again, without a whisper!
Always without a whisper
You never announce your arrival or departure
Are you a figment of my imagination?
I wish I knew. I never know what to do when I realize you are here.
But then once I know, it seems as if you disappear very quickly.
You don't want to be noticed.
Just once can you stay so I can get to know you?
Thursday, August 14, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 14
But the end of every biography is death. The end of a city is also death, the end of life.
A city that is not dead is a vibrant, living organism. Sounds of people, nature all around. Visions of life - people, animals, plants
Colors, sounds and smells
A death of a city is slow
Piece by piece it goes away. One neighborhood here, another over there
Public servies dwindle, people's safety is compromised
Businesses close, crime rises, populations drop
Until one day the city is dead….it lies vacant and lifeless
waiting for it's resurrection
A city that is not dead is a vibrant, living organism. Sounds of people, nature all around. Visions of life - people, animals, plants
Colors, sounds and smells
A death of a city is slow
Piece by piece it goes away. One neighborhood here, another over there
Public servies dwindle, people's safety is compromised
Businesses close, crime rises, populations drop
Until one day the city is dead….it lies vacant and lifeless
waiting for it's resurrection
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 13
I walk past rubber black boots decorated with flowers and lady bugs.
I remember my purple rubber boots not decorated with anything.
I like my boots just they way they are.
I do wish the calves were a bit looser.
I don't wear them much.
No need to.
So they just sit there looking fun.
I remember my purple rubber boots not decorated with anything.
I like my boots just they way they are.
I do wish the calves were a bit looser.
I don't wear them much.
No need to.
So they just sit there looking fun.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
The Third Line Project- August 12
Flowers and helicopters share the sky with bombs
What do you mean bombs?
Flower bombs? Flowers being dropped out of a helicopter?
Oh….
Bomb, bombs.
Big, exploding, kill everything bombs.
The scary kind of bomb.
I like flower bombs better.
Less harmful, can be just as impactful but in a life giving sort of way.
That is unless you have a deadly allergy to snapdragons or lilies.
No matter,
flower bombs are pretty to look at.
What do you mean bombs?
Flower bombs? Flowers being dropped out of a helicopter?
Oh….
Bomb, bombs.
Big, exploding, kill everything bombs.
The scary kind of bomb.
I like flower bombs better.
Less harmful, can be just as impactful but in a life giving sort of way.
That is unless you have a deadly allergy to snapdragons or lilies.
No matter,
flower bombs are pretty to look at.
Monday, August 11, 2014
The Third Line Project - August 11
Naked walls, the shadows
on the floor look like prison bars
empty drawers, moving on
windows bare, no curtains to hide the emptiness
moving onto shadows that warm the room
draws that are full of their items
windows dressed to the nines
moving on
on the floor look like prison bars
empty drawers, moving on
windows bare, no curtains to hide the emptiness
moving onto shadows that warm the room
draws that are full of their items
windows dressed to the nines
moving on
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Art Journaling
I have been wanting to give art journaling a try for a while. But there was something preventing me from actually giving it a try. The need to do it right? The desire to make good art? Too many options making it difficult to decide what to try? Well…I did some reading and dove in. I decided to use single sheets of paper versus a book; just in case something was really bad. I could throw it out. Which I did. A few times. They pages made me shutter. I also decided to give watercolors a try.
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| Beginnings of art journalling |
These pages sat around, untouched for weeks. Not sure what my next steps were going to be. Then I remembered Moorea Seal's 52 Lists project. I decided to start with list 1; Words that touch my soul.
I then went onto listing my favorite books and places I want to go.
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| My favorite books |
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| Places I want to go |
Today, I came across a prompt that stirred something in me. So I created a new art journal page
I just love the quote on this page
I am going to continue with art journaling. I am not sure what will be next. There are a few things bubbling in me.
August 9 and 10 Poems
August 9
I never noticed before the light in this room.
It's really bright in here.
Wow the whiteness!
Oh the dust!
Great light to be in, to create in, to read in, to breathe in.
I want to spend my days in this light.
August 10
But the moments to us are keen and dear.
They never last long enough
yet in the midst of a moment you don't think about that; that it is fleeting.
Before you think it or know it, it's gone.
Poof! It is now a memory.
I never noticed before the light in this room.
It's really bright in here.
Wow the whiteness!
Oh the dust!
Great light to be in, to create in, to read in, to breathe in.
I want to spend my days in this light.
August 10
But the moments to us are keen and dear.
They never last long enough
yet in the midst of a moment you don't think about that; that it is fleeting.
Before you think it or know it, it's gone.
Poof! It is now a memory.
The Third Line Project
The Third Line Project is just that; the third line of a poem is the starting point of a poem I will write. The poem will come from poets.org. It maybe the poem of the day or some other poem on the site. I haven't set any specific amount of time I am to write. I am to just write.
The project began August 8th. Here is the poem of the day;
And I say my umbrella is enviable
because it is oversized and covered with dots in primary colors.
It has a handle that forms to the shape of my hand.
When it is time to put the umbrella away, it will close and fold up up to be the size of your glasses case.
The project began August 8th. Here is the poem of the day;
And I say my umbrella is enviable
because it is oversized and covered with dots in primary colors.
It has a handle that forms to the shape of my hand.
When it is time to put the umbrella away, it will close and fold up up to be the size of your glasses case.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
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Saturday, June 28, 2014
July's Photo of the Day
July's photo of the day assignments comes from foodwordsandwine. Check it out and check back here beginning in July!
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