Fall

Leaves, brown, falling, acorns, squirrels, migration, geese, pumpkins, corn, cranberries, nuts, Halloween, golden, orange, rust…I think of fall I think of autumn leaves I think to me that’s what fall is all about the leaves orange, red, apricot, yellow bright glowing colors of the leaves that and hot apple cider although somehow the apple cider doesn’t taste as good as I expect it to this year the leaves aren’t as bright and colorful as usual some yellows and golds, browns but almost no orange or red the colors are disappointing so far this year.

Packing

Today I started packing to go away for a few days six shirts, six pairs of socks, gloves, and scarves incase of cold weather. It’s a pleasant 70 degrees outside today but not knowing how long such good weather will last I am taking some warmer clothing with me. I just love the weather we are having right now its warm without being hot, comfortable weather. I am not a good traveler traveling tires me out but I find myself looking forward to this trip a nice change of pace don’t you like a change of pace every now and then I think a little verity is good.

Power

Pow- pow -pow our super heroes had powerful punches! Changed the world, and were unbeatable. When I was little I thought grownups were like that all powerful .I couldn’t wait to grow up and be all powerful also with my own grown up powers, even though I am grown up there is still a child inside of me that doesn’t feel powerful. In spite of my grown up powers. Its that part of me that says if I were powerful I could stop a war or two, stop world hunger, house the homeless and I cant fix those problems. They are to big for me to fix alone, but I can see that the world is a better place since I’ve been here I can make a difference.


This is my contribution to this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Taking a Break

While I was in the city I decided to take a walk in Central Park where I photographed some of the parks carriage horses taking a break.

It was a pleasant day and nice weather I walked to the Met from 57th street by the time I got there I was so thirsty that I went straight to the cafeteria and bough a carrot juice and a coke and drank them both.

Right now there is an exhibit of The Age of Rembrandt the exhibit included many Dutch painters as well as Rembrandt and several works by Vermeer.

After the museum closed I sat on the steps and watched street performers they were very athletic and witty they did jumps, back flips and comedy they were good with a crowd.

While I was in the city I decided to take a walk in Central Park where I photographed some of the parks carriage horses taking a break.

It was a pleasant day and nice weather I walked to the Met from 57th street by the time I got there I was so thirsty that I went straight to the cafeteria and bough a carrot juice and a coke and drank them both.

Right now there is an exhibit of The Age of Rembrandt the exhibit included many Dutch painters as well as Rembrandt and several works by Vermeer.

After the museum closed I sat on the steps and watched street performers they were very athletic and witty they did jumps, back flips and comedy they were good with a crowd.

Hello

An artist and a mother I was born in California and live in New York.
I am a searcher. I am searching for moments of magic and enchantment to savor; I want to hold them in essence on paper to remember again. I believe in spirituality the beauty and love of God, but am leery of religion. I want to live each day without fear; something at which I often fail. Sometimes I feel alittle bit like Mr.Magoo kind of lost and not sure where I am going, but I have hope in rainbows, the magic of spring rain, finding a seashell on the beach, a baby’s smile and the eternal hope of love and a better world. I am grateful for the love of family and the kindness of friends and strangers. I believe that by kindness, support, encouragement and love, one person at a time, we can create moments of healing. My ability to enjoy and experience these things comes through my art and poetry. I believe in the power of creativity to heal the mind and soul and body. I believe that the arts enrich our hearts, health and souls. I love the arts even the ones I find challenging. I believe in the power of art and love to heal. Fullness of life freedom of expression comes through my art, writing and poetry. I diligently search for serenity but it most often it finds me in unexpected moments

This is my contribution to this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Chill in the Air

Today I am feeling cold its sixty degrees here today. I don’t remember where I packed my sweaters, I did find a jacket. This morning I made a cup of coco the chill in the air seemed to call for it, the time for ice tea is over no more summer dresses now the weather calls for long sleeved shirts. I miss the warmer weather but I am looking forward to the autumn leaves turning colors in the coming weeks already a few yellow leaves float to the ground.

I am reading A Woman's Paththe book describes women’s spiritual journey and travel a kaleidoscope of spiritual beliefs and exotic locations. It’s an inspiring read.

Today I am packing for a short visit to the city. It’s a little overwhelming the amount of things I need camera, the laptop computer, changes of clothing, bottled water, books, food. I am not a light packer I know I am taking to much, but what to leave behind when I try to eliminate things I just end up thinking of one more thing I need to take with me.

Geese

Some Canadian Geese who’s picture I played with in Photoshop this afternoon

Fuchsia

Wildlife

This morning I walked down to mail box to put a net-flex movie in the box on the way back a doe was standing in the path not moving just staring at me, then she dashed into the woods There is a lot of wild life around here. Earlier today a woodchuck ate the lettuce out of the planter box and the tops of flowers growing on the front porch.. Yesterday a large flock of Wild Turkey were going though the front lawn looking for bits of fallen birdseed.

Writing

When I think of writing I think Of Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bonesand other writing books like Julia Cameron’s The Right to Write. I carry a copy of The The Right to Write in my purse so that I have something to read when I am waiting along with a notebook in case I feel the need to pass the time by writing.
My favorite place to write is in coffee shops with a latte’ I don’t write important stuff I just like to write because I can. I didn’t always like to write, as a teenager and a young adult I hated to write, wouldn’t and couldn’t do it. Responding to letters with a phone call or not at all. But that changed after I read Natalie Goldberg’s book and I learned to write just to write and stopped worrying about the spelling and the punctuation.
Some days I have something interesting to write about like the small black bear that has been wandering into the yard this week but other times I have nothing to write about but I don’t let that stop me from writing in my notebook I just write about the fact that there is nothing to write about no one is going to read my notebooks and at times like that I write for the sake of writing


This is my contribution for this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Small Pond

There is a small pond at the front of the house.When I take a minute to stop and watch the pond is busy and full of life. Green frogs have moved in and sit around the pond one afternoon I counted seven of them ,they are all sizes from tiny small to fairly large.This spring three goldfish were added to the pond now we have lots of tiny fish swimming in the pond some are black while others are gold and a verity of shades in-between.

across the road

I took this picture across the road on an afternoon walk in the woods.

The End

And they lived happily ever after isn’t that how stories are supposed to end?
I prefer the beginning of a book the anticipation of a good read to the end when I have finished and there is no more to read. I prefer beginnings to endings. Birth the beginning of life is a happy event as opposed to death the end of life. Weddings are happy events divorce the end of the marriage is a sad and angry experience. I received a letter from my attorney yesterday regarding my divorce the end of my marriage has been a long and slow process
All things have endings books end trips end days end and become nights. Some endings are happy ones others are not In just a few days my parents will have their forty-six wedding anniversary they are working on happily ever after.


This is my contribution for this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Hummingbirds

hummingbirds blur
darting to scarlet blossoms
emerald wings flash


my contribution to the Tiny Pretty Things theme at http://onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com/

Sunday Scribblings

I get that sinking feeling…you know the one I am talking about right in the pit of your stomach, I know something gives you that feeling to. I get it when I think about flying. Since last spring I have been planning to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Texas, but I haven’t bought the tickets I have fears of getting lost when I have to change planes and missing my flight. The part that scares me most isn’t the plane crashing every time a plane takes off or lands I know its going to crash sitting on a plane I forget how to breath and my chest hurts I know we are all going to die OK I know Iam only worrying because I know that flying is statistically a safe way to travel besides everyone dies sometime anyway. But the part that really give me that sinking feeling is the thought of getting lost in the airport when I have to change planes

http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Daybreak

light enters window
deep under my covers
sleep escapes me





my contribution to the daybreak theme at One Deep Breath

List of Ten

I am sitting on the bed next to the window its gray and overcast outside such a pleasant change from the hot days we have been having. I am looking at a book I bought today Journaling for Joyby Joyce Chapman, it talks about Journaling our memories and I’ve realized that I don’t like thinking about my memories to me memories are scary things and I try to avoid them. Another chapter is called listing your life, it has an assignment to list what I like I’ve decided to make it a list of ten that shouldn’t be to hard and I can always make another list another day.
1 hamburgers
2 a clean room
3 to have enough money
4 haveing friends
5 dangly earrings
6 red shoes
7 spending time with my son
8 a good book to read
9 cats
10 fall leaves

writing

I walked down to the Every Thing Goes Book Café and ordered a drink I can’t pronounce Vanillaccino the menu calls it a blended frappe with syrup all I know is that its an iced espresso drink and its cold the cold part is important because today’s hot. I walked down to the café hoping the atmosphere would help me to write and also I am looking for a book to read. I seam to have a lot of time on my hands lately and not much to do. I used to dream of having more time to myself. it’s a dream come true turned into a nightmare I am so board its pathetic If I didn’t have my writing I don’t know what Id do only worse than writers block I find I have nothing to say I read threw writing prompts and they leave me totally blank today I was reading Julia Camerons The Right to Write: she says you don’t have to be in the mood to write that you just write and the mood will come so I am sitting here in the café sipping my icy drink and writing.

August Rain

It’s been raining all morning overcast and gray. This afternoon when the rain finally broke I took a short walk to the market sprinkled by the occasional raindrop. As I watched a black cat walked across the porch her reflection cast in a puddle of rainwater. The crisp coolness of the afternoon breezes are a welcome change from the hot August afternoons we have had

Heat

hot August night
cooling gentle breeze
I am refreshed

My contribution to the compare and contrast theam at http://onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com/

Fried Green Tomatoes

I am sitting in an armchair in the attic it’s the middle of the afternoon a lazy Sunday I haven’t anything pressing to do today. In spite of being July the weathers cool and the day is gray and overcast.
I fried green tomatoes and zucchini for lunch today, I think fried green tomatoes are one of the things I like best about summer. Last week I was reading a Rex Stout mystery in it the hero Nero Wolf was having green tomato pie with his meal Ive never had green tomato pie. I hadn’t even seen a recipe for one until I googled green tomato pie but I don’t really want to bake one I just want to eat one.

Blogging

I am back. I found myself unable to get into my blogger account for several months, blogger would say that my password was wrong and that my email address didn’t exist ect. but this evening with some expert help from my Dad I am sitting in my arm chair with my computer blogging again.

Swans Feather

Boxed

acrylic 20 by 16

Acrylic on Clayboard

Uncovering A Sense of Balance

It snowed yesterday, a lot everything is dressed in white the sun is shinning brightly as if it were June. Birds are leaving hundreds of tiny footprints on the skirts of snow, I can hear little whispering bird voices, all this beauty and the thing I notice most is the chilling cold… I hold my heating pad tight and count the days till spring.
Feeling tired and out of sorts I think it’s a good time to practice meditation after meditation I feel refreshed and ready to be part of today giving me a sense of balance I could use a lot more balance in my life I especially enjoyed the optimism and hope in this weeks pages while reading Finding Water.

Getting up early Sunday morning I caught the train into Manhattan. I was attending a class at YJ’s and bleary eyed I stopped at Star Bucks for some caffeine reinforcement which made me late for class as I slipped into class and sat down the room was filled with the beautiful tones of a man was playing the bowls. I was enchanted by the beautiful sounds I later after he was done playing I learned that his name is Ira it was a beautiful beginning for a wonderful class.
This week Ive been slightly under the weather all week long but it has also been a week with blessings Sundays class Tuesday I complained about my dizziness to Minay my acupuncturist something Ive complained to my doctors about for years and to my joy she was able to make the dizziness go away. Tuesday evening I went to hear a sound healer play the flute and harp for a blissful hour and a half.
Wednesday I had some time between my therapist appointment and my doctor appointment so I stopped by the bookstore and picked up a copy of a book Dr Woo recommended to me The Cheap Bastard's Guide to New York City its full of cheep and free things to do such as in June The Metropolitan Opera Company plays in Central Park www.metopera.org anyway Ive been sitting with book in hand and computer planning all the fun things I am going to do.

Finding Water

One of the sugestions in the chapter 1 of Finding Water is to list five beautiful things

1 The Amaryllis in my parents front room
2 a green scarf
3 Gold Finches I saw sitting in the tree
4 The colors of my new set of paints
5 this painting painting

Starting Finding Water

Well its been a while since I’ve posted most of the time I’ve been staying at a friends apartment in Manhattan only drawback is the wireless connection Which does interfere with my bloging I’ve been going to acupuncture three times a week which has been making a difference for me.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the blogging group finding water at
http://artfulwater.blogspot.com/

I have hesitation over having signed up wondering if I will be able to keep up with the group. I have finished the first 28 pages the prologue and the Basics, reviewing artist dates, morning pages, and walks occasionally I still go on artist dates, I walk regularly but morning pages, I have let the morning pages completely slide they are always a challenge for me especially as I am not a morning person, but I will give them a try again.

Short Update

Today as I walked back from my doctor appointment,along tenth street the streets were lined with discarded Christmas tree and the crisp city air smelled of pine. I have been busy working on my book so this is going to be short. Ive been asking myself today what is this garbage you are writing, but I am telling myself to keep writing even if it is garbage sooner or later Ill stop writing garbage. Besides my son flew home last night and it keeps my mind off of missing him.
My boyfriend broke up with me this morning again and writing is keeping me to busy to think of him also.

The Question

the New Year
brings fresh pages to write on
what will I write?
will the year write on me?
or will I write on it?

Vacation

The good news is I am on page five of my book. The bad news is I got stuck there went on vacation and I haven't been writing. I always look forward to vacation with much anticipation but it is so tiring and isn't that ridiculous I am complaining about being on vacation really I have been having great fun. fun can be so tiring. I am in the hotel lobby using their computer so I can have some quiet time its really noisy in my room right now and since I am tired I feel extra cranky about that the lobby is totally peaceful here not even a single person in sight. Today is my last day of vacation and while I am disappointed about that I am looking forward to getting some rest. I think Ill get my note book and bring it down to the lobby maybe I can work on a little writing or a poem.