Monday, April 30, 2012

Z is for Zentangle

Z is for an art form called Zentangle.   I think everyone who finishes A-Z deserves a star.
I didn't draw this. When life resumes to normal, I would like to give it a try.  This photo is by:


They call this art form yoga for your brain!  There is even a book with this title.

 Another one called Totally Tangled.  Great names, don't you think?!  

My friend Renee Zarate  is a CZT- a Certified Zentangle Teacher.  I wrote a poem based on her art. 

Congrats, to all who cross the A-Z blogging finish line!  I have to say I was amazed, by all the unique post, so much zest!  I will do a sum up post on May 7th, to share my thoughts n' feelings on this year's challenge.    Ta dah, You are a star ;D 

Maybe we need a music for our ending.  A would be Adele or Avenged Sevenfold and well
Z, ZZ Top of course~











Saturday, April 28, 2012

Y is for Yummy

Took off this morning and ended up getting coffee, hit the home improvement store, garden center,  and farmer's market. Starbucks was crazy. They were giving away samples of new coffee, cake pops, and mini samples of some new drinks. A crowd buzzed and circled around the place. It looked like a tour bus had dropped off fifty+ people. I'm still feeling the effects of my early morning airport run, the day before.  I ended up leaving the house at 1:45 am and getting home at 2:45am.  I have had jet lag, but this feels worse, to me.  Anyway, hubby seems happy to be home and there is a shift from tired to relaxed.
We stopped at the farmer's market, I gathred some of my favorites. Don't they look yummy!
I love shelling peas and eating them raw, do you?  Daughter and I ended up strawberry picking yesterday.  Everyone wanted Strawberry Shortcake, but I wanted a lighter version. I decided to make plain muffins and add a bit more sugar, some vanilla, and a 1/2 tsp nutmeg. My daughter decided she liked it better than the biscuit version.  The verdict is still out with everyone else.  Here is my Strawberry Muffin Shortcake.

Plain Muffin recipe:

2 cups all purpose flour
1 tbsp baking powder
2/3 c. sugar
1/2 tsp nutmeg

Combine in a medium sized bowl and set aside.  In large bowl you will mix your wet ingredients.

1 cup milk
1 egg
1/4 cup canola oil or your fav
1 tsp vanilla extract (yes, it will add to the flavor, don't be shy)
Whisk this together and now with a spoon stir in dry ingredients.  Don't over mix. I spray my muffin tins with spray oil and preheat my oven to 400 degrees. This recipe will make a dozen or more based on the size of your pan.  Bake for 15-18 muffins, till the tops are golden brown. I served ours warm from the oven with butter, berries and homemade whipped cream!  It is easier, than the mess I normally make with biscuits. Let's just say flour fingerprints on my clothes and globs of biscuit dough to clean up.  These are yummy and simple to make. The hardest part was picking the berries!  Hope your weekend is sweet, oh, I mean yummy!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

X is for eXhausted

X is for eXhausted.   I was suppose to go to the airport and pick up Hubby around 10:30pm. It is now going to be more like 1-2 AM.  I am on stand by...  Son wants me to watch youtube videos about the Knights Templar. The narrator has a monotone voice...I can feel my head bobbing and weaving. I don't know when I will get home, but somehow I suspect 3am. If I am lucky~ I know a lame X, but considering it is the best I can do. Attic isn't done, but close. I gave up... He was suppose to come home Saturday. Oh, well...tomorrow is another day! 


W is for Wonder

I wonder what poems I will select for Poem in Your Pocket Day!  Will I make people wonder as I perform guerrilla poetry or will they laugh?  My poor daughter doesn't know what she is in for. My daughter is sixteen. I'm picking her up from school today to go order flowers for Prom and get her shoes. Little does she know, I'm planning a stop at our favorite watering hole, Muddy Waters.  Yes, that is the name of the coffee shop I frequent. I will leave some pocket poetry.  She gets out early today... I wonder why they call it half a day, school ends at 3pm and they get out at 1pm....I wonder?!

 

Don't look at me! by *aoao2

Maybe I should get tea, it does feel like a Mad Hatter type of day?!  Hope I'm not late... ;D

I  did a post over at Poets United today, the prompt is wonder.   Maybe I should wait and write my poem after my adventure?  What would you do and which poems would you pick?   I wonder... ;D

I'll be back. It is one of those days.  No biking today, running back up in the attic to finish my mess, run to pick up daughter,  run errands, run home write poem, cook dinner, clean up and then run to airport, to pick up hubby.  I hope you have a wonderful day :D 

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Inner/Outer Poem for Imaginary Garden




Sleeping beauty nods her head
surrenders to the day's ease
her thirst quenched as dusty gold
ribbons wink in her direction
blue notes of the symphony soon play
she will waltz in cascaded thoughts
the hum of bees and gently breeze will
sway her dreams
her yearnings a rite of passage
her fragile petals open
her charms make one swoon
as her posture bows and breaks
she will droop and fade
her legacy leaves lingering
memories entrenched in her
beguiling perfume
her family remains to 
finish the dance
Winter's embrace will gather
 at first frost
her hips are now ripe and soft
like tiny ruby jewels plucked 
n' steeped to make new memories
warm with extra spice~ 


 
 I did a prompt over at the Garden today!  The exercise is to write a poem about your inner and outer world. Gather and collect words to reflect both worlds and create a poem.  If you have a chance stop by~
 



V is for Vault

When you write do a lot of your memories wander in?  I call my Mom and ask her if she remembers this or that. She laughs and says, "give me a minute, I need to open the vault."  She has a great memory. I'm not talking in regards to her age, just in general.  We both have this odd thing about birthdays and remembering dates. I remember birthdays of people I have met and don't see anymore.  The don't see involves being military and moving so much. I'm not sure why I remember, but I do.  Why do I remember?  What impacted me to tuck it away in my vault(memory).  Do you remember things, that you don't necessarily try to, just do?!

I wonder do our memories have a connection with sensory overload.  Maybe our senses were on full alert, when we gathered and tucked away our thoughts, in our hard drive.  I mean vault ;D

How far back can you remember?   We hear stories of what we did when we were little.  We see photos and home movies?  But what memory of being a child is still fully alive in your memories?    I remember my Mom and I getting ready for a party.  The mantel of the fireplace was decorated with birthday cards and there was music playing.  I think I was four.  I was dancing, but I had to get my hair done.  I have Indian type hair.  My mom and grandmother always tried to curl my hair with those pale pink sponge rollers and Dippity Do. Yes, they still make that green goo.  Before that,  it was something black with bristles they would stick in my hair like pine cones. My hair was always a cause of drama. Mom wanted it long with some wavy or ringlets on the ends. Her MIL wanted it short and curly.  Anyway, I am getting dressed up in this gray dress.  I called my Mom after having this memory. "Why gray?   I look at all the photos of my friends, no one wore gray as a child?  What's up with the gray dress? Were you depressed?"  

      She acts stunned and laughs "No, you had gray eyes till you reached the age of five. They   were so different and when you wore gray your eyes were beautiful."
 
     "Really gray eyes?  I didn't know that.  What color were my eyes when I was born?"   

      "They were brown, changed to gray and then became dark brown almost black."


I never knew this...So see what memories linger and play with them. Who knows what details you will gather for your writing.  I'm still in shock, really gray!   Check with your vault, see what happens!  

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

U is for Unique

Isn't it funny how when we are little we all want to be the same. We want to fit in, be like another spoke on the wheel, or another petal on a daisy, or another pencil out of the box. I hated my name, when I was little. I was the only Ellen.  Now, I love my name. It is in our middle school years, we notice our differences and what we are good at. What makes you unique?!   We often hear the term the best and the brightest...  I think we all have a chance to be our best and the brightest. We all are unique and it is embracing our talents, our views, that allows us to realign with who we are and should be.  You can only be the best yoU!
 

unique by ~runzwithscissorsXx

 

I thought of this U while in my swimming soup(attic sifting through my memories) and spied a box of books. In this box was a SARK book.  SARK is an artist that embraces the unique. She helps you find your voice. The last page of the book was called acKNOWledge your self:

She asks you some questions to ponder:

What angels are in your life?

Who gives your heart wings?

Where do you feel most at home?

 

"There is a place, in between dreams and besides all that physical stuff, where your spirit truly glows."

 "Remember Dreamsicles?  What a great name-a popsicle gone dreaming. We only get one of you to dream your dreams, so let them get really big and then please share, we need them."~SARK




 

 

 

   
           



Monday, April 23, 2012

T is for Tea

I love coffee and I love tea. I guess one starts my day and the other one comforts me.  Tea is more ceremonial and reflective for me.  I dyed my fingers blue making a prayer tea flag a bit ago. I am published in Somerset Studio, May issue.  I am so pleased, with how they photographed it. Banners are tricky. I used tea filters in food coloring to create the look. When dried, I used rubber stamps to create a focal image on each filter. So many ways you could do this. I made mine thinking of the sunshine baskets, my Mom and neighbors use to make when I was little.  Little mementos in a basket or box gathered to brighten one's day.  I made mine in flag form. I included tea, seeds and poetry in my flags.

I want to thank Mindy Lacefield for brightening my world with her art class. She is a fun teacher, a wonderful creative spirit.   I found these cookies this weekend on Crescendoh and wanted to share. How sweet would these be with a box of tea to cheer a friend or neighbor.  If you make them, let me know!


I hope to soon, but I'm busy cleaning  out the attic. The tangle of memories is beautiful and sad. I'm swimming in an emotional soup, but I have to make a spot for myself, so I can move forward.
I have to give my daughter credit for the emotional soup idea. When she was little she couldn't say swimming suit. (I wrote this before I added Kristin's art and mine). She called it her swimming soup, lol.   Wish I could make you a cup of tea, but maybe I gave you time to think about your own soup.

My art is beside the talented Kristin Van Valkenburgh. She is the founder of the
blog challenge, "Summer of Color".  I took part in this challenge, last year. This is Kristin's photo...I have not received my complimentary issue, yet.   My art is called, "Spreading Sunshine Banner".  Congrats Kristen, I feel honored to be beside you~



 Kristin was kind enough to send me another photo!  Thank you Kristin! <3


Saturday, April 21, 2012

S is for SOS

My SOS means Save Our Souls.  Do you do something every day that saves you?  I know many of you are going to say blogging and writing. Maybe prayer or exercise saves you or doing a kind act... We deserve time out, it saves us on so many levels.  I think of it as the oxygen mask on the plane. You have to put it on first, before you can help others. I have always felt uncomfortable with this concept, but it is true. I had to get over this feeling when I first became diabetic. Sometimes I have to eat candy before a meal. Yeah, trying to explain that one to your three year old right before dinner. Sometimes I have needed to test my blood sugar in public. I don't like people staring at me, but  I didn't have a choice. Think crowded airplane again and long line for the bathroom.

I think for me, nature is what saves me. I go outside every day and connect with it. Take photos, be inspired by something I see, perhaps write about it. I love seeing the birds on my deck post in the morning singing. I love investigating and seeing things I might not have noticed.


A walk in nature recharges my batteries. What works for you?

 

 Suspicious by ~docbevo

 

 

 

 



Friday, April 20, 2012

R is for Romance, Response

Mary over at the Garden challenged us, to write a poem about a movie. Sounds great except I am also challenged with combining it with letter R.  I decided to go with romance. I haven't really seen any romantic movies, lately, but my daughter was watching one on Showtime, Letters to Juliet.  I don't want to ruin the movie, but  I chose to write about the wall of letters.  There is a Juliet Club ; people actually write letters and put them on this wall in honor of the spirit of love. Yes, it is based on Shakespeare's play, Romeo and Juliet.  Some letters ask for advice, some support, but all letters are answered by  volunteers. These women are named Juliet's secretaries. There is even a prize for the letter, that best expresses the theme of love.  In the movie they made a faux wall out of bricks, all of this takes place in Verona, Italy. The tourism industry has even created a balcony and statue of Juliet to add to the charm.
All in the spirit of love!


Here is my poem:


Love opens tenderly 
like a pale pink rose
unaware of star crossed dance
 tender moments stolen under shadowed moonlight
 riddled with sweeping 
emotions under the arches
of Casa de Giulietta
woeful questions
in youth
answered in the east
 encompass
their aligned fate
touchstones reveal
flourished light
of seven lost years
under a dark cloak of 
burdens


dig the dust that lies here in
sorrow's home
umbrella catches brine 
and its
offerings
yearnings scribed on heart's parchment
tender, fragile thoughts
inked in passion's prose
a legacy of
culture's bridge
and bridal murmurs
all trembling in 
the whispered wind
one 
wonders
what if
courage
gives light
to hope's embrace


I mentioned seven lost years(It was suspected that Shakespeare either became an actor or soldier. There was a timeline of seven years nothing was written by him).
I mentioned woe, because it is used a lot in the play.  Dig the dust is on Shakespeare's gravestone.
Beware:  I know some of you will laugh, when I had offerings listed. Yes I thought of pigeon poo...in the movie Sophie's boyfriend ignores her a lot. This was my reference to him. lol

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Q is for Quotes

Do you have a favorite quote?  I love so many I don't think I could ever pick one favorite. One will capture my attention based on my mood at the moment. The words linger, in my thoughts.  I did a prompt for Poets United today, to write a poem inspired by a quote.  I think it will offer a varied view. Yes, like a big quilt without any particular pattern, but threaded and stitched with emotional impact. Poems need to have emotions swirling around them and leave an impact or give you something to connect to.  If there isn't any emotion can words lift you, make you see or feel something in a different way?  Maybe lift is wrong, but writing does give us wings. Wings to journey, where we may not dare or can afford in our real lives. And we can travel back in time or go into the abyss of what the future may look like.  Does your craft give you wings?

 

Umbrella Fountain by ~kissofcolour




"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts."~Marcus Aurelius




Life's layers
arranged like
stale bread crumbs
scattered
on time worn path
did the birds
eat them or
did you find
them?

 I found
fragile faded paper
 words
like sticks
dried acorns
and cascading vines
with apple pink
ambrosia
and
 slow
unfurling spring green
ferns
cascaded with pearls of
iridescent rain
lit
sideways their
  half lights
distilled
alter
my
trip


 I found
dust modes that dance
in
subtle light
through
sepia photos
gathered
they
blend and blur
my 
blueprint
of 
youth

Fermented past
dipped in
 arsenic and Irish lace
smells of cobwebs n' dust 
bitter sweet
dried orange peels
with cloves
answers
in riddles
was it
fool's gold
or real
woven in the tapestry
 of gray

Their dampness
needs love
and light
to open
their embrace
or they'll
wither
in the
musty guttered rain


 soul's vision
billows out
like crystallized smoke
against
the indigo sky
twinkling thoughts
still shine like
delicate
heirloom gems


a tiny light
still
illuminates
your
path
like the golden sweep
of the
midnight sun


it's magic
lies in
vanilla
canvas
where birds
sing
and long gray shutters
open to
bordered red geraniums
buzzing hummingbirds
lift the window
 let your soul
breath
old fashion
sweet peas
their fragrance
gives a stop
and
takes one


*Give a stop and take one is about the allowing light in, through a camera's aperture.  I am comparing it to what we see and don't, as one's soul becomes dyed with life.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

P is for POEtic

 The 2012 National Poetry Month poster, designed by Chin-Yee Lai.

April is national Poetry month. On April 26th, you can participate in Poem in your Pocket. Here is an unique pdf with poems for you to use on that day. Click on a pocket and you will find a poem.  It is about sharing poems throughout the day, this site list ideas. Me, I will do some guerrilla poetry on that day. I am thinking with colorful chalk writing poems in my neighborhood and leaving poems in public. I can think of a few people, who will support and help me ;D

Somerset Studios offered a challenge for their Halloween issue. A challenge to do art inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.  I had no intention of creating a Poe piece.  My daughter came home and said, they were discussing The Raven in class and watched a creepy You Tube video.   She showed me the video and I got thinking about the challenge. I read about Poe's history of losing so many loved ones, turning to alcohol for comfort, and how it instilled further torment. His first published poem was THE RAVEN. It was published in a newspaper called The EVENING MIRROR and we all are familiar with his Lost Lenore.  So, I painted a wine cork black and made Poe. Lenore as the Raven started a huge debate at my house. The college bound son thought it quirky and unique. He said "go with your artistic view."

  Daughter didn't think that was a good idea, "go with the original."   Back and forth they debated my art.  My kids loved the chess piece and Poe. My daughter admitted it was interesting and to send it off for submission.  You know I have read he wrote some really beautiful poems, but no one was interested.  They loved the mystery and macabre of his work. They didn't  want to publish the pretty.  Terrible to think a man that wrote about a raven was pigeon holed. 




 Lenore tilted on this photo, but you get the idea!  You can't tell here, but the back of Poe's face
shows up in the mirror, like an altered faded reflection. It is my favorite part, it looks like a paler, pallid Poe, perhaps his ghost.

I have read people comparing Poe to Stephen King. What do you think?  Do you have a favorite Poe poem?