Once it appeared in the world, there was a difference.
Things weren't the same afterwards.
What was puzzling was that no-one noticed when it happened. Life went on.
But everything had changed utterly.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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"I hope you are all creating every day according to the inner map you were born with. I know it sometimes seems that map is written in ...
Beautiful. I love your morning pages, what you write when you're just in the present, stream of consciousness.
ReplyDeleteThank you for what you wrote on my blog. Sometimes your words feel like being showered with hugs and kisses - I want to say, stop, stop, that's enough, lighten up, but it isn't too much, really, not at all.
Jean, you ought to be 'showered with hugs and kisses' - it musn't be easy at times. We all ought to be similarly showered, don't you think? :)
ReplyDeleteYah, well, oh, sigh, the 'morning pages,' so far and 3 tiny entries, but hopes for future mornings...
I had originally thought it could be a notebook to draw on in other writing rather than the words in the notebook being the writing itself.
Thank you. I do love it when you drop by with your gracious, heart-felt, supportive comments.
Hi Brenda, I love your poetic morning pages. I write morning pages too, but they are more like scribbles of thought than anything coherent.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to tell you "thank you" for your sweet comments to my blog. Sometimes I wonder if I should open my feelings about my work, or just keep my thoughts tucked away. It's silly, but hard for me to expose my heartfelt feelings, even in such an anonymous medium as a blog...so I appreciate you voicing your opinion about the work I thought was bad.
Oh yes. Without knowing exactly what you mean here, I nevertheless know exactly what you mean .... Thank you Brenda.
ReplyDeleteThis composition~~a testament to a Timelessness and Truth in Simplicity~
ReplyDeleteStriking~reaching down to the essence~~
I had not seen this~~I am Blessed to see it Now~~
Blessings~