Do You Write Too?

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” ― Anaïs Nin

Artwork by Gol Naran @ golnaranart.wordpress.com
Artwork by Gol Naran @ golnaranart.wordpress.com

Calling All Writers

If you like to write then we need your help.  One of our readers, Michelle, at Putting My Feet In the Dirt has an ongoing reader created story page at her website called Monotony Free Mondays.  We need writers to join in with our regular group to help write this story together. Continue reading “Do You Write Too?”

Sunsets and Memories

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.” ― Richard Paul Evans, The Gift

Sunsets and memories

Sunsets, like empires and memories of love long ago, fade slow; first brilliant, then warm, and finally passing to silk brocade on black velvet.  How much more beautiful they are in memory when the busy moments of planning and passing through life have stilled. Continue reading “Sunsets and Memories”

A Child in the Garden of Darkness and Light

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once she grows up.”

― Pablo Picasso

Kimora Paints
Grandpa, why did you hide all the pink markers under the couch? To teach you to use other colors my dear child. Watch your lines…

My grand-daughter is seven and has been an avid art student since she first painted an epic battle scene between dots, circles, and lines on my living room wall at one year old.  She is a fifth generation student of the Garden of Darkness and Light. Her grand parents have immersed her in music, art, writing, math, science, and literature. Continue reading “A Child in the Garden of Darkness and Light”

Of Joy and Shame

“Watch out for each other. Love everyone and forgive everyone, including yourself. Forgive your anger. Forgive your guilt. Your shame. Your sadness. Embrace and open up your love, your joy, your truth, and most especially your heart.” ― Jim Henson

Joy and Shame

 

Joy and Shame

The voice of Joy and Shame,

Forever call my name.

I hear their pleading day and night,

Step from the shadows into the light.

Come to me, the voice calls;

One rises, the other falls.

The touch of Joy, a fleeting game,

The rival player, a crying Shame.

I love them both, I cannot choose;

Side-by-side, they play my Muse;

At the end, I turn away,

They’ll be back another day.

Neither hopes to ever win;

But, they  know; I’ll play again. Continue reading “Of Joy and Shame”