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Day 171 - #365somethings2018 - I rescued Bardot and myself from the abandoned pile. I decided that I CAN finish what I started. I have this habit of starting with the paint brush instead of with a pencil. Kind of hard to erase watercolours. I'm an accidental painter. That's how I do everything. I should try changing. #watercolors #indexcard #bardot #accidentalpainter #taleswithfriendsDay 58 - #icad2018 - ''Tis the season of discontent for me. An effort of coaxing myself out of this funk. #indexcardart #collage #mixedmedia #funk #discontent #taleswithfriends#reallife caught up with me. I'm stalled. Can't seem to go back to the way I was. Unable to go forward to a new and improved version. Got my desire for no change. Be careful of what you wish for! #augustbreak2018 #stuck #becarefulforwhatyouwishfor #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsAugust 16, Sheba is 12 years old today. A peaceful lull in our lives. I have this longing for things to stay the same. It's wistful thinking, I know. A momentary indulgence. Everything changes constantly- like the play of light and shadow on the wall. This morning we are mostly in the shadow of smoke from forest fires. #augustbreak2018 #longing #shebasbirthday #12yearsold #lightandshadow #change #constant #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsThe lizard matches the cat's eyes. I called her The Huntress. She was at a holiday place. No cats allowed at our house. I can't even say the word without Sheba getting upset. I have to spell it. #augustbreak2018 #cat #greeneyes #lizard #huntress #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsI love that soft animal body and the words of Mary Oliver. -------- You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. Mary Oliver Wild Geese #augustbreak2018 #ilove #words #maryoliver #wildgeese #sheba #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsI love making squares. It's portable and simple. Love need not be complimented. #augustbreak2018 #squares #ilove #crochet #grannysquares #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsI seemed to have lost my 'creative' mojos but I can still make pretty good dough. It feels good to sink my hands into its softness. Might as well make use of today's cool to fire up the oven. Feels like fall with winter coming soon. Want to put socks on. #makingdough #coolday #bakingbread #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsToday, last year I washed all my upstairs windows. Clean open window, open heart. Summer was still normal. Not at all normal this year. The windows not so clean and closed to the cool and rain. As for the heart, it's pondering. #augustbreak2018 #lastyear #cleanwindows #openwindows #openheart #normalsummer #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsTruths are raw. They hit you in the face. They bring tears to my eyes. That we need signs like this in our community garden is necessary and sad. Worse still even with signs, people still steal from others' hard work and left a trail of their thieving. Our onions are gone. The discarded greens are my trail of tears. This is probably not youthful theft or vandalism but an adult being deserving and liberal about the word 'community.' #augustbreak2018 #raw #truths #thoushallnotsteal #thieving #communitygarden #onionthief #photochallenge #taleswithfriends
Tag Archives: Lent
KABBALAH – THE TREE OF LIFE
It’s after 5 in the afternoon. I am sitting and tapping amid all the clutter on my desk. Feeling the fullness of the day. I am tired. I did say after seeding my mother’s and mine petunias and some chili … Continue reading
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BREATHING AND WRITING
Life and writing are akin to me at times. I struggle to get a letter on the page and taking a deep breath is difficult at times. If I don’t try, the page remains blank, empty of the stories hidden … Continue reading
STORYTELLING IN THE DESERT
There are many stories in the desert. Won’t you take a seat and have a listen? I come from a culture rich in superstition and ancestory whorship. We honour and worship the deities and ancestors by laying out food and … Continue reading
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Tagged anxiety attacks, fright, Lent, life, scared to death, storytelling, writing
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THE CHILL OF OUR DESERT
It’s a bit cold here in our desert but we are soothed by its stillness and quietness. Our hearts are gladdened by the brillance of the sun. It beckons Sheba and I out the door and down that yellow brick … Continue reading
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ALL THAT I DO
The road to well-being and happiness is not an easy one. This is not a rant. It is what I am learning over and over again. Damn! There is no getting there. When you get there, you find that there … Continue reading
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LEST I BE MISUNDERSTOOD
Through this period of Lent I have been putting an effort to keep my own council. It is not an easy thing for I am a talker and I tend to speak my mind. Speaking my mind hasn’t really worked … Continue reading
