Monday, April 17, 2017
I have often said that sharing a meal could change the world. Imagine sitting with total strangers and having your senses and your soul nourished. Well, I had the great fortunate to do just that, with old friends and friends I had not seen for some time. We laughed, we talked, we ate and then we started it all over again. A good time was had by all. Start those meals, just because and change our world one bite at a time!.
Friday, April 7, 2017
My Poem-"Antique Play" All all exists free- Echoed through the night- Our nightly treat of nasturtiums- A drop of sweetness- Dean knew for sure- My favorite of course was honey sorrel- Grass seeds on your back- Told of many loves- Pull a grass sheath to whistle past dark- Cardboard boxes- A fast slide- Ole Tank Hill was full of speed- Treasures and joy filled an empty cable spool- Let go down Ole Tank Hill- Run like the wind- Sliding down icy redwood walks- The ole Zenith radio blasting country twang- Olympic school opened arms- Stop to chat with Mr. Brown- A janitor was safe- Stacks of hay- Arms stretched making paths- Crawling with play- Found an old steamer trunk- A treasure trove of broken pieces- All all exists free-
Saturday, December 3, 2016
This week has been filled with creative moments. I took my own advice and motivated myself. I have been the keeper of old family stories for years. My parents and grandparents were all great storytellers. I have always seen the world around me in color and became a storyteller as well. Speaking in vivid color the same way I use my paint brush. During my childhood my neighborhood was filled with people from all over the world. A wonderful mix of cultures. It was never about things but experiences for me. My passion for art was fueled by my surroundings. I always carried a piece of paper to capture a moment, whether it was pearls of wisdom as my grandmother would say or an image that stayed in my head. To this day nothing has changed. I am still jotting down things that I want to recall for a special time. I paint to bring back those moments.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
During my brisk walk with mist falling faintly over my glasses, I thought of the sage words of Grace Lee Boggs, an incredible woman that I admire greatly. "The time has come for us to re-imagine revolution and get beyond protest. We have to think not only about change in our institutions, but changes in ourselves...It's up to us to re-imagine the alternatives and not just protest against them and expect them to do better".
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
There is a wonderful group of people who are part of Love Letters Live who want to keep the hand written letter alive. I am part of that group. Just recently I gave a presentation on letter writing at a local Woman's Group. The power of a hand written letter goes far beyond just saying hello. A letter can make amends, tell someone how important they are to you, say you love them, appreciate them miss them or simple praise. How exciting to see a personal letter arrive in between bills and junk mail. Writing a letter allows you to say something you might not have been able to say in person. I call it a "Just Because" letter. The thought of making someone happy or encouraged speaks through a letter without even uttering a word.
One of my favorite poet/artist is Robin Posyn. Her words of wisdom have been with me for years. I once read about talking lovingly to yourself. Then I asked myself "what makes me feel alive". It's my creative journey. Motivating people to grow, building self esteem. Nudging others to excel. Sharing pearls of wisdom. Using humor. Talking from the soul. Receiving personal mail. Learning other cultures and an uncluttered environment. All of these things enabled me to grow as a person. I was always a closet writer and recently joined a memoirs class which gave me the tools to show my work. I can now say that I am a published writer. Title "Best of Our Memoirs" featuring Louise Webb and her Memoirs Class. Several of my vignettes are included.