Magic of Poetry

I’ve been writing poetry since I was nine. I was hooked at an early age by the ability to turn daffodils into yellow crowns, and to compare fog to a cat. In illness and troubled times, poetry is a therapeutic outlet. In joyous times, a celebration. The magic comes, when I pull out an old […]

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More Art Lessons

The second lesson was creating blind portraits. I have done this before and like this exercise so much, I have committed to doing one a day. These are from the course: To do this exercise, look at yourself in a mirror, or gaze at a portrait of yourself. Glancing only once at the paper to […]

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A Quotation

Sometimes a quotation just speaks to the heart. This one, by Sanober Khan, author, really spoke to me. I have not read her work, but the poetry in this piece certainly sparks my interest. Do you have a particular phrase or quotation that speaks to you?

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Lesson in Abstract

I signed up for a ten-day free painting course a while back. I compromised of 5 exercises and 5 zoom meetings to discuss the process. It was actually quite excellent. Lesson 1 was to tape off two large pieces of paper, each into six sections. Then setting a timer to 30 minutes, painting on the […]

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A Bit of Whimsy

Found this old photo and paired it with Yeats’ words to create this bit of whimsy.

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A delicate farewell

A hydrangea takes her place amongst the fading summer flowers – a delicate farewell to a season that bloomed early and is passing fast.

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Focus

We measure our days by appointments – his and mine. At a recent appointment, the doctor asks me if I’m prepared to do more tests or need a break. I appreciate his empathy but decide to go ahead with testing. Soon Winter will be upon us and getting around will be difficult. Maybe in Winter, […]

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Doors

Even at 67, I am discovering new insights about myself. One of them is that I protect myself with walls – as impenetrable as concrete, yet invisible. I like to tell myself they don’t exist. And yet when I think about my relationships, I feel the ache of distance. I alternate between warm and standoffish […]

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Magic

My camera lens never tires of the sky. My heart strings don’t either. What part of nature/life sparks magic for you?

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