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In my deepest, most ancient memory of me, I am sitting in this magical spot that once used to exist at The Homestead where I grew up. There was once this old barn, and this little place had once been an old shed just off the barn. Drive shed, tool shed, who knows. But now it was just the ruin of the foundation blocks/cement (whatever), … Continue reading A Rant About Why I’m Doing What I’m Doing
Just noticed the leaves on the Black Walnut are starting to unfurl, as more rain falls, and the sky is gray. Beside me on the shelf sit a trio of ferns, each different from the other, and each a new purchase, something to green up my little nook when I can’t be outside in my garden. I find them inspiring, beautiful, soothing, and they seem … Continue reading When I Was 6
To Sue, he is ‘Uncle Dick. To her daughter he’s D3. To me, he is Crossroad.Man. I don’t even know what to think. You know, I’ve been writing this post for a week now. And every day something changed. Kept going back, re-editing, changing my approach, dancing, dancing. Around. As the script changed. Lets not get into the details, really. Certainly the details are significant. … Continue reading An Epicurean Way
What moves me today, tis a soft breeze, A shady nook, a good book. That butterfly that dances by, the sound of cicadas on a mid-summer night. Perchance, i may be flirting with a new lover, while life flows, it drips, it floods, it enlightens. But that day, within the first month of new grief, opened new vistas of possibilities. And so, born that day … Continue reading What was left in Pandora’s box?
I’m sitting here staring at the screen, arms crossed, laying back on the green velvet Settee (where I like to write), wondering…”what on earth do I write about“? Than, just above my eyes I spy something flash across the transom…I know not what. A leaf perhaps? Fluttering in the light from the streetlights up the drive? Who knows. But, it got me to writing, so … Continue reading Above The Door
In gardening, as in many things, there is a lingo, and one must strive to understand and imprint to memory certain terminologies. Tis not my forté, and therefore I struggle. I have a particular tendency to grasp onto my own unique lingo, and thus come off as an astounding moron in relation to topics I am actually quite versed on. For instance, take Determinate and … Continue reading Time in the Garden
To establish a garden, one must sit with it, and quietly listen to what it wants to be. Over days, weeks, months ideally, it will open up to you. Through this quiet time spent in its presence, you will know what must be done. Through the fall, winter, spring, and on into summer, one may even gain a deeper understanding of it all, and perhaps learn how … Continue reading On Creating a Garden
Creating does not happen devoid of experience, as experience often becomes that which moves the soul. It is a complexity of situations and deep emotional responses, born from events of which only a few of our own design, or desire. These elements work in concert with one another. They mesh, and meld, and circle around and spiral forth, divining which ever instrument we chose, or that … Continue reading The Act of Creation
“The poet is an anomaly in our culture. The goal of our culture is money and power. And that’s not exactly what poetry is about. What is it about? That’s a hard question. It’s about anything the human mind and unconscious can produce. And that’s infinite.” [Stanley Kunitz] And living life within the confines set by our society is certainly not what writing is about, … Continue reading A Poetic Vocation
Oh, I am so fey, so much sometimes that tea-towel in the wind. As the weather warms, the trees all fresh with new green leaves, spring flowers burst out with their pinks & yellows & purples, and as the light rises in the sky, it illuminates so many memories. Good f’n maudlin sometimes. I push myself, every day, I show myself how wonderful it is … Continue reading The Gifts Of The Muse
Into the lens of the camera I go when I have need of escape. Through my camera I can escape the realities of the day, week, month, year and just languish in the act of creativity. Gardening is a close second, but the winter months leave us gardeners edgy. However, with my camera I can appreciate the subtle beauty of winter. What leaves are left … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Oasis
Words, beautiful words. Poems, stories, of all kinds is what I crave. Whether the story be historical, a mystery, or a fable for children. ….Oh, tell me a story. That is why I am inspired to blog. To tell stories, to share experiences and to learn, most especially to learn. I am teaching myself how to write. Not just in a journal, but to really … Continue reading …Inspiration
by PaulaB 