So you have an idea of something you would like to try out, creatively speaking and you feel the bubbling arise for a potential project and you sit and feel stuck. Maybe it’s an idea you have been wanting to try your hand at for some time, but you have never done anything like it before. Maybe you simply don’t know where to begin. While I love that Julia Cameron…
View Post“The need to be a great artist makes it hard to be an artist. The need to produce a great work of art makes it hard to produce any art at all.” (Julia Cameron) Last night I made the mistake of allowing the ugly head of comparison to rise again. I looked at another’s art and felt like I was “too late in the game”, “Its pointless to write,…
View PostSo today while looking out from our back window onto my landlord’s garden, I was watching this lovely baby blackbird. She has been so adorable to watch lately. She is as a big, if not bigger than a full grown blackbird, yet her wings are still a bit fluffy. She can fly but is like a new baby getting to know the world. Last week I sat in the garden…
View Post“To create is to move into the unknown – move into the mystery of yourself, to have feeling, to awaken buried perceptions, to be alive and free without worrying about the result. But the mind is conditioned to think it wants a nice painting, a nice tree, beautiful scenery. No! Maybe you want monsters. Maybe you want chaos, maybe you want a mess. Maybe it will feel really good to…
View PostI am told to express my feelings. To let them out. My writing is what I am all about. With tears streaming down my face, I find it hard to express this place. Today is my loneliness day.The harsh reality of feelings curdling through my soul.Instead of walking or talking back to a safe placeIt is time to express this feeling, my way. While on good days, days when…
View PostI often wonder how does a writer write for a publisher? How do they go beyond the pressure of writing for an audience and write for themselves again? To have deadlines placed on them, I cannot see how this is an environment that allows creative juices to flow. As I feel like a fledgling writer, I sometimes place the perfectionist pressure on myself also. I Am A Writer In 2007…
View PostWaddle on up, Two to a pair, Wiggle as they walk, Little bottoms in the air. Theres nothing quite as smiley, As flapping quacking ducks, Shaking in the water, cute little tail like tufts. Here comes the swan with her infinite beauty and grace, She becomes quite amusing when she touches her bottom to her face, Her flexible neck winds around her, She plucks, she preens, she prods, All in a days…
View PostMy Moontime Whispers Listen to the wind blow It knows no boundaries, simply flows It caresses gently branches bending This whirling frenzy feels unending. Can this breeze whisper to my soul: “Give in to what you feel, let all resistance go.” Carry me away So I disappear To a distant shore Where I know no fear. Variety is the spice of life they say But what if for…
View PostA Short Poem On Living Inside Walls We enclose ourselves in cardboard houses, Separate from the land around us, Fixating on moving boxes. Indoors we sit and compare our lives. Neighbours rustle windows, curtains Keeping up with the Jones’s Created by a mass media of our own making.
View PostWatching a large fly clean its feet on my paper, I see its beautiful wings up close, A kaleidoscope of iridescent weaves and webs, A million eyes looking out, Yet feeling safe in my presence. I felt humbled by this unique sharing we had today. The wind blows the cobwebs from my spirit of the past week, I feel grateful to be out in this green landscape again. Any insect or…
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