piles of rocks
Slept in super late this Sunday as per usual, and made pancakes and bacon for brunch. Got some stuffed pepper soup stewing away in the crock pot, and here I am sitting here at my desk spending some quality time soaking in my light box’s rays.
Sundays are usually lazy days for me lately, and today I am feeling creative. I have not been the most diligent writer as of late, but I must not let writer’s fear get me down.
All my activity in the kitchen this afternoon, reminds me how important it is for us writers to have other hobbies besides writing.
You need to give yourselves a chance to be creative with everything.
Lately, I’ve been coloring, working on a cross-stitching project and baking more in the kitchen. Although, sometimes I use these activities to procrastinate on writing projects that I should be working on instead, I feel a sense of freedom on working on other things.
Expand your horizons – be open to new ways of creating.
Chefs are creative when they are in the kitchen; painters dabble with different textures, different colors; bakers create freshly baked masterpieces of flaky, buttery bread and crusty goodness.
Athletes create different exercise routines, different ways of pushing themselves to the next level, of knowing what they can and can’t get away with when it comes to their bodies.
As writers, we have to get used to thinking about things in a different way.
If you just stick to what you know, or if you stick to one thing, you may become an expert at that one thing but you will limit yourselves when it comes to creating.
Writers know that the more you know the more knowledgeable you’ll become and the more useful your writing will be to others.
Never limit yourself as a writer, or as a creative person. Craft, paint, hike, climb, explore, taste and try new things.
We never know what will spark that next great inspiration. What do you like to do to stay creative?
You may have heard me mention Seasonal Depression now and then. Well, it’s fast approaching winter, and that means less concentration for me, general tiredness and the start of the blues.
I really don’t have anything to genuinely be unhappy about. So, even though I may be feeling down, other than SAD being the reason, I HAVE NOTHING TO BE UNHAPPY ABOUT.
I have, 1. Friends and family that love me.
This is obvious. I get together with them occasionally. Like today, going to hang out with the girlies!
2. A boyfriend that loves me.
He actually seems kind of grumpy today, but I think that is because he has to work and I have the day off.
3. A job that I like and people who I like working with.
I really do enjoy working with the people I am with right now. Even though the job is only temporary, they have been so welcoming and it has truly been a good experience for me.
Our new place is a mile a way from parks in any direction. We have access to great restaurants, book stores (which is a good thing for me) and a farmer’s market.
5. There is a lake a mile down the road.
We live near a lake. I love living near water. Although colder in the winter, I’m sure, there is something relaxing about hearing the water and seeing the waves rolling into the shoreline.
6. We have all our basic needs covered.
I have a place to live, food to eat and clothes…the last one which I bought more of this weekend. I may not have a lot of money. But we have enough to live healthily.
7. I have a car.
I have a vehicle to get where I need to be. And even though my car sometimes needs care all on its own, it is something for now and I am thankful for that.
8. I have my writing.
I have more time to write now that I am working lesser hours. And I use poetry to express my thoughts, especially when something is troubling me. This is a therapy all on its own.
And when I am writing…I truly feel like the self I am supposed to be. I felt lost those years I didn’t write very much.
9. I have my health.
Well, I am healthy in my own right. SAD and acid reflux not really life-threatening issues. Oh, but heartburn really is a pain in the ass, isn’t?
10. I have my sanity.
This one is up for debate some of the time…but mostly I like to maintain that I keep a somewhat decent head on these shoulders. I have my smarts, what limited common sense I’ve retained, and I have my creativeness.
I like to think that the last one is the most important. Because if I can’t create, if I can’t create something beautiful out of nothing…then what is the point of living at all? We all hope to find a little bit of life’s magic somewhere.
I think we should all strive to be our best creative self, don’t you?
What do you guys think?
Our new neighborhood is full of some interesting people. This is but a glimpse of my walk this evening after work today. The neighbors’ cats are so funny, too. A lot of them just hang out near the sidewalk (or in the middle of the sidewalk) hoping that someone will pat them as they walk by. Attention hogs! lol. I’m very thankful that I live near some great parks. Was walking up one of the gorges, tonight.
cat stretched out on the sidewalk
a furry checkpoint
pay the toll
(one pat, a scratch behind the ear)
and be on your way
a young girl named “Marty”
a huge, long-haired dog
looks like a four-legged Chewbacca
two women wearing name tags
clutching flyers: Avoid eye contact
a couple who clearly don’t shower
lovely garden, though,
a guy walking his dog
tugs on a ball in his dog’s mouth
water brown and stagnant
so dry, my scuffing feet
drown out the sound of running water
thoughts are racing
and breath in gasps
need to go, go, go
up one more stairs,
down two, one more to go
then back home and time
for the inhaler; breathe, breathe
breathe in the life
of a home so varied
of one walk
that took only thirty minutes
I haven’t posted much for a few days, but I’ve been on vacation!
***Be warned, this will be a long post!
(But don’t worry, there will be a lot of pictures, too, so you can always scroll down and just look at them. :P)
Length of Stay: 2 Nights. Leaving a few days for travel, etc. So…4 days.
I did not expect all the cornfields. There’s a lot of farm land driving on down from Virginia to the Outer banks, and its a great combination of rural landscape and the ocean in the background.
We arrived at Frisco Campgrounds in the afternoon on Friday, and the ranger, who’s grey-haired and a bit stooped and brown from the sun, hands us a campground map and says in that laid-back southern way:
“Well, here’s how it works: you go around and pick out two or three sites that look good to you and then you come back to me and tell me which one you want. Some look like they are empty, but they’re not, so you got to pay attention.”
At the second, while setting up our tent, I stepped on one of the small cactus plants which were scattered amidst the grass and sand like prickly, evil minefields. Oh, and did I forget to mention the fire-ants? (although, they didn’t really bother us.) And the mosquitoes? And the wind that nearly blew our tent away the second night?
But despite mother nature getting the better of us, we were able to get our tent set up and got to see this view:
This might also be due to the fact that the board walks used for access to the beach were flooded from the recent tropical storm. See all that water there in between the dunes and the shrub-like trees?
Yeah. That’s not supposed to be there.
Most of the campsites had some pools of water tucked into the corner somewhere. In one campsite, the picnic table was surrounded by a nice lake of water, and one of the bathrooms and showers was also surrounded (this also added to the mosquito problems) but despite this, we still had a good time.
Imagine all the colors possible in mother nature…let them fill your mind and breathe them in and hold them close to your heart, like a feeling that you’ve stumbled upon an accidental paradise; and even though, it’s not perfect, it feels like it is because of the way the sights and the sounds and the smells assault your senses.
Walking through it, the water was like the color of cherry juice with a hint of rusty-brown at the edges. But glancing out over the flooded land, the sky made it look the bluest of blues, as the grass and sea oats swayed in the breeze and the water rippled, caught by the wind.
Large, black tadpoles swirled around your ankles as you walked through the water on the boardwalk. There’s the gurgle and splash of the water as you step through and the sun is bright and makes everything sparkle.
At the end of the boardwalk there’s the climb through soft deep, warm sand to the top of the dunes, and then there’s the intake of breath and this view:
For dinner that night we went to Dirty Dick’s Crab house (no lie, that was its name!) and got this platter for two:
That night it was star-gazing and listening to the chorus of frogs and insects hum and croak and drone through the campground…the noise was really quite impressive.
Mike, the other half was quite funny when he was taking these pictures…he had a hard time getting close to the railing as he was afraid of heights! Meanwhile, I’m hanging my head over the side like a loon, but I did get dizzy walking back down the swirly stairs.
I got all sorts of sun burnt that day, though, and that night we had problems with the wind blowing at our tent, so the next day it was packing and the drive back home.
We got stuck in traffic for a few hours on 95 coming through Virginia somewhere around Richmond. It was 100 degrees at some point, so thank God for AC!
On our way to find food and a bathroom in Williamsburg, VA, we accidentally drove through historical WIlliamsburg, which was a treat.
Passing through Maryland, we saw a car on fire on the side of the highway and then driving through Pennsylvania on 81, I got car-sick.
But I have to remember these little oddities and that’s what makes a vacation as special as it is sometimes:
I’m ready for our next beach time adventure! (I do have a new beach umbrella and kite to try out!)I didn’t go too crazy on the souvenirs as we really didn’t have the money, but I did get me a new key-chain to add to my collection. And anyway, a picture is already worth a thousand words.
Now there’s the question: Where to next?
Happy Writing! (And Traveling!)
It has been a busy month this December, and while Christmas came and went with a blur, I wish winter would, too!
Although, we haven’t had very bad weather this winter (thank goodness,) but I am more than ready to get on with summer, and green grass, and all the great things that have to do with summer.
Haven’t been up to much lately, either. We’ve gone to see the new Star Wars a few times already, and if you missed my rant about my silly obsession with all random things Star Wars, you can check it out here.
I wrote this poem for my mom for Christmas this year. I did it up in a new picture frame for her, which I forgot to take a picture of, but I hope you guys like it. I wrote about a blue bird, and Mom loves birds, so it seemed to work very well. 🙂 Happy Holidays everyone!
Blue Bird Welcomes the Spring
Blue bird sits under an old, oak tree,
his head tipped back towards the sky.
He puffs out his orange-red breast,
just one last song before he flies.
Cardinals join his herald of spring;
the blue jays, too and chickadees.
Chattering squirrels chase and climb;
a cat blinks lazily beneath the trees.
Old snow melts, and drops and drips,
the trees try to shake off winter’s chill.
Blue bird watches, and waits, and sits;
the air is fresh, the earth is still.
The winter was cold, harsh, and long;
a woman shovels a snowy drive.
She welcomes the cheerful bird-song,
she loves the sound of feeling alive.
Feet away, under an old oak tree,
blue bird sits, and watches, and waits.
Sunlight touches his breast and beak,
he shakes his wings of one last snowflake.
We went to a local state park around here to cool off tonight. It’s a rather large park, with trails, a lake and camping area. I had a nice time cooling off in the lake, although my boyfriend, let’s call him “Mike,” only dipped his feet in. The wuss. (I’m sure people aren’t the only ones to pee in that lake.)
Anyway, got some writing in before the bugs started biting and it was just nice to get away from it all. I forget sometimes how much I really miss the quiet country evenings from my childhood. So nice to get way and relax after a stressful day at work.
like the sound of the wind
in the trees.
Makes me want to settle
on a blanket
in the warm grass.
People splash in the lake
children laugh and play
Yeah, this is just what I needed.
What a perfect end,
to a not-so perfect day.
Just a few pics I took today…and then:
Happy Writing! Hope everyone has a great night!
I’ve been thinking a lot about Grandma these past few days. It might have something to do with the fact that I was up at her house this July 4th, or rather…it’s my uncle’s house now…
Which is something that I don’t think any of us will ever get used to saying. It is difficult because every holiday, every special occasion was celebrated at Grandma’s house. When you lose the matriarch of the family, how do you go on? How do you take sad memories that used to be happy and put them back together again? When everything that reminds you of her, feels so…empty? Anyway, wrote this last night:
I remember my grandma’s poppies;
bright orange-red flowers and
Bright green stems; their petals iridescent,
like glitter on your fingertips
like you’ve been touched by
Every year they would bloom
and every year they would die
mowed over until just the bristles remain
“They’ll come back next spring,”
my mother told me,
But to me it felt like a bad joke.
I think about love
how it doesn’t really go away
after you’ve lost someone special
Instead, it grows,
becomes that sadness
that labors in your chest
You cling to symbols:
old pictures, a key chain
a necklace she probably never wore
You tell yourself: “these things really mattered”
But, what you should be harboring
are the memories
the tokens of life’s joys and heartbreak
Your house still smells like you
it misses the joyful, “hellos,” that echo
and hugs that used to
smoosh my glasses up into my nose;
I look out your bathroom window
I can still see your clothes
on the line, blowing in the wind
I can see all the picnics, all the weddings, all
the graduations, all the Christmas’s
will anyone every throw crumpled
wrapping paper at me again?
But still, I’ll remember,
when the trees grow,
when the family members become
more strangers than friends
I’ll remember that your house
is you, and this land
still hums with your presence
and your family is still here
and I am still here and this feels like goodbye,
but how could it be?
How could it be?
It’s raining cats and dogs here in upstate New York this Sunday evening. I cracked the window just so I could hear the patter of the rain outside, because the sound is so relaxing, but then a spider decided to crawl its way down the screen and freak me out, so that quickly ended! But it reminded me of this poem I started last night. It’s been a while for some magnetic poetry, but I am proud the way this one came out. Happy Sunday everyone. 🙂 Let’s hope its a good week for all of us! Rain, or shine.
like blue sky
and the soft breath
of steam to my lips
Well, May passed by in a blur! Can’t believe that it is June already! But, as I am a June baby (my birthday is next week, June 7th! Yeah, baby!) I love that Summer is just about here and all the things that come with it!
I love the heat, the lightning bugs, the sound of a screen door slamming shut; the hum and croak of bull frogs in the pond next to my house, the crickets singing in the grass.
I love that it is the time of flip-flops and tank tops and shorts and sun-glasses. A time where sweaty socks are forgotten and tucked in the back of an underwear drawer somewhere, and you can slap, slap, slap, your way through cold, air-conditioned super markets. There’s something satisfying about the feel of feet slapping across a smooth, solid floor…
I love the food of summer time: hotdogs, and jello, and pasta salads; pies and watermelon, strawberry short-cake, ice cream, s’mores and iced tea.
And with all these delicious foods come the outings: picnics, cookouts and camping and trips next to the lake…
Nights out on the town with girlfriends in the sweltering summer heat, drinking rum-and-coke, and moving with a freedom that doesn’t happen in winter. Your body is like liquid and moves where you want it to, finally released from the burden of bulky winter clothes…a summer breeze that caresses bare shoulders, like a soft blanket…
Everything is life, life, life and the world is humming, waiting to be explored!
Summer is exciting! I love it when everything comes back to life again and myself with it! Although I have been rather busy with work lately, I look forward to the time spent with friends and the mini-vacations that we have planned! (Still need to post updates on past trips!) Exciting days ahead! 🙂
My goal is to post here at least once a month, although I certainly want to post more with pictures of trips and adventures and such! Hope everyone is enjoying the warmer weather! Got any exciting plans?
Happy Summer y’all!