I am in my happy place with Richard, which is a great relief. He is cooking a ham slice. I arranged my set up here. I always come with devices and supplies.
Today was a stressful day, so I am enjoying being here.
I have some photos from the cooking.
Pre Cooking HamSomewhat Instructions
Prompt: Make real-life your creative practice, like a show and tell from kindergarten. Be you because you are the best.
Finished Ham
Thankfulness: Alex got more of his homesteading done. Richard called and said I could visit when I wanted. It took me a long time, but I made it here. I dropped the books that were racking up fees at the library dropbox. I got all of the ten loads of laundry I did yesterday sorted.
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Music is life, love, When Earth is much too heavy, A person needs friends; Every melody, lyric, Smooth voice, helps heal hearts, sweet. Words resonate, stand – Near enough to change fears, tears, Into brilliant smiles; Strength found in cheerful, rousing – Songs, picking up pieces, keeping on. If the rain pours down Verses can surround bodies With a shield of peace Allowing hope to freely Wrap one in its warm embrace. If anger brings strife Music can save housekeeping, Rescue someone’s life, Cause wrath cannot remain when Harmonies tenderly play.
Prompt: Use music to set a mood, then create something evocative.
Welcomes: I got agitated because of insurance snafus; music calmed me. Peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches Alex, getting his C-Max. Newly-made bed A subscriber wrote my publisher complimenting my poem.
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I want to know you, I need to trace the lines, truth, You Speak to my heart Those things which without you would Detonate, exploding life. In your eyes, time, Space, With gentleness reflect Your forbearance for everything. The syllables said Reverberate Like snares, tones, Escorting me to locales Wherein I belong. Lightning sparkles in Assurances you choose, share, Attempting to Arouse A sense of caring in ones Who approach living without Being fully engaged In Creativity, imagination, love. Whose lives divorce emotion From the force Of all the richness Contained In brief moments, that carry Strange variables fit to alter each Experience, changing the game.
If you only change the color of The blankets worn without Reforming the creature Beneath, your actions are Futile.
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I stand watching, Tears in my eyes. I cannot, No, cannot, Tell you goodbye.
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The child becomes The one who Believes enough To keep the parents Forever real.
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When people ask difficult Questions, I imagine them marooned Without clothes on, In a swamp.
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I need enough to Bring me back to life, survive, Living on my own.
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It was there, along With the music bringing us Into who we are.
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Prompt What is it getting under your skin or upside you? Create something that expresses the dissonance of the time. Let your imagination fill in the blanks that you cannot maintain rationally.
Making Gratitude My Way (I am producing these gratitude lists to keep me mindful of the wondrous things in life, even amid daily setbacks and sufferings.) Alex made it safely back to his new home. I finished Silence by Don Dellio. Alex found his cat, Gobi, both times she was lost. My creativity seems to have multiplied. I edit, read, write in ways that enlighten me.
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The furrows inscribed Upon a person’s brow, tell Life stories somehow, Mention of the romantic Days, or loving gone astray. Beauty, it may not Seem, but experience gleaned Spends like precious coin When shared with those who follow Trying to avoid sorrow. We would not grow old, Having minds and strength slip past, Leaving us each day, A little frail, gaunt, less bright, As fading wildflowers tend. However, it is A gift seeing this time, fine, Victory, we stayed For the path was riddled With mines set to hinder ways. The lines resonate Each one proclaims a weight, debt, Bow to circumstance, Paid in hours spent, smiles, tears wept, Joy retained, love created.
Prompt Though we are more than numbers piling up, sometimes it is apt to reflect upon life seasons. Create something that tells the tale of days spent in verse, prose, drawing, painting, sculpture – whatever fits your gifted fancy.
Today I Am Thankful Alex and I went to Dairy Queen. Alex found Maui when he was lost. My muse took me out to see the view. I reminded Alex to get hand-trucks. I use Moleskine notebooks and pleasurable pens.
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Each word a missile Launched separate, from souls Who need expression For nurture – promoting growth, Creating beauty, Encouraging resilience, Openness, acceptance, willingness To stay with situations long enough, To understand the lessons life teaches, Among the joys and sufferings Brought with laughter, smiles, tears. No dream too lofty, no hope sparse, Unreal; all in proper time revealed, The love sought becomes the blessing, Arriving unexpectedly when there Exists longing to give and care Beyond the desire to acquire and keep, Meeting the needs of the creature, With gifts of loving, precious sweet. Whispered wisps bubbling from hearts Communicating what is known Gathered close-in like building stones Stable, fierce and yet, trilling song Lines well-written made to stand, Against the ravages of time, again.
Prompt Create something to celebrate the meaning of language, visual or verbal.
Thankful The days that might have destroyed me, forever, did not. I finished a book today. Writing is medicine to mend wounds, create scars. I rested. I wrote a lot during this day.
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