Category: Inspiration
The long lost art of the Smile.
http://www.mixedplateblog.com/2009/10/smile.html
Have you forgotten how to smile?
Have you forgotten how to be patient and kind? Have you forgotten how to be thoughtful, helpful? When was the last time that you opened a door for someone, went to their aid when they dropped their books? When was the last time that you connected with a stranger through a meaningful exchange? When was the last time you asked after someone’s well being? Weekend? Family? And actually meant it and were eager to hear the answer?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern
Here you will find a pattern of my genetics, the connected pieces of the puzzle make the pattern complete.
PAY DAY THURSDAY: Introducing Jim The Running Son
http://www.robynlayton.co.uk/index.php?/project/battle-arts-logo/
So this week I have collaborated with Jim, The Running Son in my first ever attempt at a ‘poetry’ battle, poem collaboration!
Don’t forget to vote at the end!
Let’s find out a little more about Jim. The drum roll please…..
Nonsensical
Image props: Angela Stewart
The poem begins now.
So I call this poem nonsensical. I wanted to challenge myself. I always try to search for and pass on meaning, depth, an underlying message in my poetry and I thought this might be a great exercise to help me write outside of my box. To help me learn to write words that have no correlation, that are nonsensical. But see this is impossible because all things are related and all words are correlated. Whether we have the eyes to see it or the soul to feel it. You can never walk away from it.
While this exercise stretched my word association and the way I think about words I realized that I quite like my box.
So I either failed this exercise miserably or it led me further, deeper in my journey to self-discovery.
Nonsensical
The glimmering dull echo of touch
Butterfly Box
http://www.trophyengraving.co.nz/shop/index.php?route=product/category&path=5
The Butterfly Box
There once was a little girl,
With rosy cheeks and hair all a curl.
She loved to dance and she loved to play
In her very own innocent way
Until one day
She didn’t want to dance
And she didn’t want to play
She had all these feelings
that would not go away
Stuff it Tuesday Reminder!
The deadline for the Stuff it Tuesday entries is in 2 hours. Anything received after 4:00pm my time will not be entered to give me time to review and put it all together.
I’m really pleased with the submissions so far, the ‘storetry’ is coming together nicely! Please be sure to stop by tomorrow to see the final result!
Have a beautiful day enjoying the wonderful weather that Mother nature has bestowed upon us.
Happy Monday.
Cheers to the weekend
Weekly Writing Collaboration Challenge with the Mrs. For writers, poets and photographers…come on I know you have the ‘write’ stuff!
So I have come up with a weekly collaboration idea! I challenge you as writers and poets to “stuff” my opening and closing paragraphs with a written paragraph of no more than 5 sentences or a poetry verse of 6 lines that would fit as the “stuffing” of the story.
But don’t do this… Continue reading
PAY DAY Introducing Ray the Musical Poet
Welcome to the very first Pay Day Thursday!
This will happen weekly on Thursdays from here on in.
If you are interested on collaborating please click here.
Now I would like to introduce you to Ray the Musical Poet
Hi Ray. Thank you so much for taking the time and interest in wanting to collaborate with my Pay Day Thursdays, paying it forward. You are the very first! So Cheers to you.
Ray and I decided to share poetry with song. I gave Ray the freedom to take my poem Gravy Baby and put it to rhythm and turn it into a song. We will share the results of our collaboration at the end of the interview.
The ‘little things’ that matter in life, a bit of humor for Monday
So we decided to go to Cooper Marsh on Sunday with our younger children. It is one of my favourite places to go with the littles. I have pushed many a stroller through the muddy walkway and pulled many a wagon. We’ve fetched shoes thrown over the edge of the boardwalk, pulled out rubber boots stuck in mud and carried a tired toddler to my exhaustion many a time. But not this Sunday, we decided to bring Maya (our black lab) with us for the walk. It must have been winter brain that made me forget but you are not allowed to bring dogs there, not even if they are on a leash.
Photo props: http://www.ourhometown.ca/news/NL0028.php
So we hopped into the car and decided to go to our favourite local beach. While driving I noticed a frog, a really big frog, at the side of the road. I mentioned it to the family and my husband insisted that we turn around and go see it (I think he thought I was bluffing when I used my hands to describe how big it was but he assures me that is not the case) So we turn around and find Mr. Frog. By this time he is in the middle of the road. Alex jumps out of the car and goes running into the middle of the rural highway and starts flagging his hands at the cars and trucks protecting little (well, huge) Mr. Frog. Continue reading
Writings of a Mrs 