A Midsummer's Night....

It is with relief
Revealed in a sigh
As Mercury's flight
Turns back right

Twas Like a dream
Upon a midsummer's night
As lovers took upon their flight
So the sacred's shadow flowed
Within Puck's michievous glow

To set forth with thy mind
Conversations of many kind
Answered none
But questions abound
Followed by more
if the answer was thought to be found

By Oberon's folly
He set by night
A lovers tryst
Corrected by dawns light

Upon the morn my mind awakes
Within a new path
Of Creativity's flight.

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Living life. External confirmation vs internal acceptance conscious responsibility for one's own emotional reactions.

Instead of "he/she made me...(fill in the dots), I remind myself "I chose to..." no need to justify it; it is what it is...a choice. Whether it feels like a choice or not, that is what it is

In the movie "The Devil Wears Prada", Ann Hathorn's character is given the choice (presented as otherwise), to take a trip to Paris in place of the one who had been planning and counting on it. Though it wasn't presented as a choice, with Meryl Streep's character telling her she's going to Paris but she had to tell the other girl that she wouldn't be. Not much of a choice is it? It was one of those 'or quit' choice but a choice just the same. The situation became one that covers up that grey area of integrity then steps over the line. That point comes to light later in the movie in the car after a dinner in Paris. I recommend seeing it.

Eleanor Roosevelt said (and I'm sure I'm para phrasing), "no one can make you feel bad without your consent".

So when I feel ashamed, stupid or guiltly it's usually me making it external. I was treated... instead I need to change that to I chose to accept that behavior....

A lesson my sister wrote about 'it's easy'. Until one becomes comfortable with trying or doing something new it will leave it's own effect on us that we give it. I know that if something is easy to someone else and not to me, I could be making it more detailed then it either needs to be OR my detailedness will take it further in the expression of what I'm doing.

New Do

Bad Girl Gang

Well here it is. Susan you posted it first, thank you. I don't have a scanner so I had to wait until I could get a copy via email or blog.

Be....(fill in the blank)

Once I chose the word inspiring. Of course this thought provoking word provoked thought, and dictionary.com fed live.

in·spire ( P ) Pronunciation Key (n-spr)v. in·spired, in·spir·ing, in·spires v. tr.
To affect, guide, or arouse by divine influence.
To fill with enlivening or exalting emotion: hymns that inspire the congregation; an artist who was inspired by Impressionism.
To stimulate to action; motivate: a sales force that was inspired by the prospect of a bonus.
To affect or touch: The falling leaves inspired her with sadness.
To draw forth; elicit or arouse: a teacher who inspired admiration and respect.
To be the cause or source of; bring about: an invention that inspired many imitations.
To draw in (air) by inhaling.
Archaic.
To breathe on.
To breathe life into. v. intr.
To stimulate energies, ideals, or reverence: a leader who inspires by example.
To inhale.

"Pink Floyd legend Syd Barrett dies" was a headline just the other day. What has he have to do with the word 'inspiring'. Well, he was an origional member of the band. The hit song "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" was about him, according to this article. His unique take on perspective of life, and not always legally, has left several notables in the music industry have him as they're brilliant light of inspiration.

Are there merits to being 'inspiring'? Are there disadvantages? What or who's to say 100 years from now the notable musicians of today who were inspired by this person would be considered a nobody, whilst he who inspired became the master. Monet, Manet, Degas, Cassatt, Picasso, Pissero are just those (and for those who don't know they are the salt of the Impressionist artist), are a prime source of the word. They who suffered starvation, social miscast, exaggerations of emotions and famlial differences; but greatness was not to be deterred. They went on continuing what their spirit made them; their bliss, and in the meantime changed the art world whether it liked it or not.

Did they regret it? I don't think they had a choice. Was it worth it to be 'it'? Well we'll never know from them personally, however their takes of choices made in their living years may have kept them yearning; but their divine inpiration lives on. After all when something beautiful has touched a soul it then lives on eternally.

Personally I'm not sure I want the dual edge of 'being inspiring'. Dual? Yes, by being an example of what not to be or do, however, and the 'masters' proved it again and again, Frank Lloyd Wright being one, you can't have one without the other. But then again, is there really an option?

Sultry days of summer

The apex of summer, July 4th, has come and gone with it's usual celebration and hoo raa's. Vacations are underway or have passed for others. This to me a time of "winter". Up in the Northern states the "winter" involves snow and freezing cold that chases people indoors for several months. Here in La Florida it's the "summer" that becomes "winter" as the heat is so strong it chases people indoors for several months.

This time for me is of contemplation. It gets reflected in my drawings and writings. I'll read good novels as that is what one does over the summer, and also get a book or two from a deep thinker or two like the Dali Lama or Wayne Dwyer. They have a way to put the perspective back into the daily routine. Finding the miracle in the day. Even if it's to stop and "smell the roses" it's a wonder to look at the differences in the color of the sky the shapes of clouds. I suppose someone has to do it since we're all too busy to. Funny I've come to look forward to certain natural occurances. Like when I walk from parking my car to work in between is a yard to the convent. Every year it gets sprinkled with dandelions (daisy lions as my oldest would say), but it's so beautiful. It's like the sun leaving it's golden coins on the ground to frame a beautiful old building. The capturing an image in a puddle still is the most fun. So while the dog days are here enjoy the breath of fresh air before that summer storm, hold your hand out of the car window to "make rainbows" while taking that drive, and relish the colors of the sky whether it'd be sunrise or sunset and don't forget to look at the stars at night. I wonder how many wishes are caught up there? Do you think you could see yours?

Happy July 4th

Happy 46th Birthday Susan!!!

Here it is another 4th of July. This is the time I used to spend with my children. I miss them. While Susan, Jackie and I were sitting in a bench in the sun on St. George Street a feather whirly gigged it's way to my feet from the top of a tree. I put it in my pocket, smiled and thought "I love you too Mada".

We had a good time. Got an old fashioned photo of us 'bad girls' with big guns. It turned out really funny. It'll show up on the blog later when it gets downloaded. In the meantime there is us in our hats.

It's been a good walk down Jackie's memories with our mom and dad that Susan and I never knew. She shared a lot of slides which shed some lights on our parental units and our dad's parents. I've got a few to have put on a cd, so we'll see when I get them. Well the line for the computer is getting long as my sisters are perfecting the act of 'hovering'. lol. only kidding.

Happy 4th everyone, and Happy birthday Susan