"You don't need to justify your love, you don't need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love." —Don Miguel Ruiz Sr.⠀

Goodbye January

Goodbye January

This has been one of the nicest January(s) I’ve had in a long time. For some reason, I was more aware of the changing light after the winter solstice. I could even witness more sunlight since I was consciously paying attention.

I think too that some things are changing in a positive way. I can’t say how just yet, simply because I don’t know how. It’s just that I feel it. I’m so looking forward to good and positive change.

These are just some words to welcome in February… and to say hello to you…

xx

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Oo What a Day

Oo What a Day

I saw a really lovely interview with the author emily giffin. Mostly, I’ve never heard of her… In the interview she talked about her journey to getting to write, as well as her own writing process. She also talked about how, as human beings, we don’t always make the best decisions, even if we try. So it all made me want to have a look at some of her books. I haven’t yet, but her interview was inspiring.

I can relate to when she said it takes discipline to write. Like she mentioned, I also like the feeling of of when the writing is done… even if it’s just for the day. The hardest part is actually sitting down and writing.

The book The War of Art addresses the resistance that comes with trying to create. It’s actually a very good book. It helps with moving past the blocks that are inherent in trying to create.

I’ll have a look at some of the books of emily giffin. In her interview she seemed kind and intelligent, progressive and aware of the challenges that we face in our everyday lives. It was a super interesting interview…

I just did a search and found the interview online. You can watch it here.

xx

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Snow

Snow

falling
… like stars


one easily imagines
its only reason for being
is prettiness

Above, I changed/was inspired by a poem by Mary Oliver to fit my mood a little more…

In the Meantime

In the Meantime

All good things arrive unto them that wait- and don’t die in the meantime.

Mark Twain

In times of challenge and difficulty… if you can, move your feet.

I learned this from watching tennis. It seems when things aren’t going quite your way, in tennis, the advice is to move your feet, get unstuck, the movement helps in keeping things in flow until you can figure out a solution.

I’m thinking of when I feel a wee blue, I like to crawl up somewhere and take a nap in hopes of the bad stuff disappearing. I think it was Shakespeare who wrote something about the idea of going to sleep and forgetting about it all. That it’s all crap, may as well just go to sleep.

I’m a big fan of sleep, but we do learn that sleep is not a solution. And, mostly all the time, there will be a solution. We hope and work towards one that is affable. I’m not sure what affable means, but to be honest, I just feel like using it here. Point is, we hope and work towards better days and good solutions to the sticky moments, rough patches…

In the meantime, before what pains or disturbs is solved, move your feet… remember the idea is to do something along the lines of keeping yourself afloat until you’ve made it past rough waters.

Reading and writing helps for me. I mostly don’t feel like doing anything during rough patches. But I try and encourage myself to read and to write. And it all feels like it just stinks. That thing that’s bothering doesn’t disappear. However, I’ve found that when the difficult moment is over, I do marvel at what I’ve done in the meantime. Something beautiful, and possibly heartbreaking, has been written since when my heart was broken. In pain there’s no room for pretense… thus what’s true is beautiful. Or I’ve stumbled upon some new and marvelous thing, simply because I needed something to help me, pushing and encouraging me to seek… search for something that soothes. I try to keep it positive. So I might discover a new author, or even sign up for a class… I learned French in this way…. Move your feet, and nurture the moments in the meantime.

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Dare to Whisper

Dare to Whisper

Hello friends, I had the privilege of participating in the Adelaide Literary Award Competition 2018. The Adelaide Literary Award Anthology is released in three volumes: Poetry Anthology, Short Story Anthology, and Essays Anthology. Anthology volumes are available now for purchase on Amazon. & You can flip through the Adelaide Literary Award 2018 Poetry Anthology here online.

Be cosy dear You… and let me know how you feel about the poem. It’s called Dare to Whisper the F-Word.

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Words Are To Be Taken Seriously

“Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words set things in motion. I’ve seen them doing it. Words set up atmospheres, electrical fields, charges. I’ve felt them doing it. Words conjure. I try not to be careless about what I utter, write, sing. I’m careful about what I give voice to.” 

― Toni Cade Bambara

The Sweetness That Is You

The Sweetness That Is You

I ran across Kadhja Bonet in the streets of Instagram. I honestly feel like I knew she could genuinely sing from the first notes of this one. Let me know what you think. In this day, just because someone has a career as a singer, it doens’t always mean that they can sing. So it’s nice to run into such a beautiful voice. Music soothes… The sweetness that is you.

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The Dream Girl

The Dream Girl

Dear You,

It’s difficult for me to tell you now what I’m up to… because I don’t know. They say the creative process is messy. I suppose I’m in the midst of a messy wonder, writing and listening to music. And to be honest, there’s not too much writing going on. It’s more like day dreaming. I watched a wonderful film last night. The Dream Girl by Cecil B. DeMille (1916). I stumbled upon this silent film on TCM. I was a bit fed up with catching up with ‘the news,’ so I changed the channel. What a lovely film The Dream Girl is about a woman that gains independence in life as a result of an inheritance left to her by her uncle. She wants to then live her life helping people to reach their dreams and to help in their happiness. It is lovely; quirky, silent, and lovely…

Now that I am writing about my day here, it reminds me of when I was a teenager, holed up in my room losing myself in the September issue of Vogue (in bed), and listening to music on my music box. I kept my ‘boom box’ (it was actually quite narrow and small) on the window sill above my bed. In our home, we had a telephone with a ridiculously long cord that I hauled into my room and placed it on the night stand beside my bed, in case my friends needed to get in touch with me. I wanted to be reachable in case there was something going on outside that was a million times better than the immense pleasure I was in the midst of. Something so good, that it could lure me away from reading and listening to music. It happened once in a blue moon:).

And this morning, there is a coolness in the air with grey skies, and the threat of rain. I’m writing and dreaming and keeping cosy and let’s see how this goes…

Listening to this. I don’t know what it is… It came up in the search for chill tunes…

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Aretha Franklin

I read this written by Marianne Williamson… It’s quite beautiful, so I thought to share it…

For Aretha Franklin

August 14, 2018
This has turned out to be a sacred night, as millions of souls are saying to others, “Did you hear that Aretha is dying?” There’s the quiet hush of a collective deathwatch, as we throw our prayers to God that they might be roses on her path. I once read that no matter how old you are, the music of your youth is the music of your soul. To say Aretha Franklin’s is the music of my soul is to vastly understate her effect upon my life. Hers was more than the music of my soul; she was in many ways the opener of my soul, a light on my path, a goddess who chanted what I could not chant and cooed what I could not coo and howled from the depths that I had not yet reached. How I remember, as a woman in my 20s, the sacred rite of opening a new Aretha album, putting it on the turntable and sitting for hours just listening. To this day, I know her phrases and notes, I have lived inside them, I remember the tears of both joy and sorrow for which they have been the soundtrack of my life. She opened me and guided me, she uplifted me and soothed me, she accompanied me and spoke for me. While I never met her, she was one of the loves of my life. To have even lived at a time when she was singing to us – for what more could anyone ask? And while I cry as I write this, it is not for her. Such preparations must be happening now, such trumpets and harps must be tuning up, such angels even now must be singing her home. How does one say thank you to such a soul as she?

Dear God,
Please bless your phenomenal daughter.
And thank you for lending her genius to us.
May she know the joy of a million smiles,
for such joy she gave to us.
Amen

lovers need not apply?

lovers need not apply?

Lions & tigers and bears.

The literary world.

Listening to Robin Coste, Lewis she appears to be a dream! Dripping with poise and kindness, talent and intelligence.

It’s all a mystery to me… learning of the literary world. In some ways I want to indulge in it’s riches. And in other ways, I want to keep a distance. Full of fear, of not being able to sit at the lunch table.

The room the stuff celebrity stuff rather than artist stuff.

(That is, the door keepers of the lit world, not the lovely Ms. RCL.)

Is there space for amateurs? Lovers of learning and literature, poetry and prose…

Can we all be invited to learn and play… or is it a space for the elite… and lovers need not apply?

#fear

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