Today’s photo prompt for WordPress Photo 101 invites us to incorporate glass as a layer of interest in a photograph. Thank you for the opportunity to share some sun fun I had the other day as I peered through layers of lens, water, and crystal vase to follow distortions of linen lines. Please enjoy!
Today’s WP Daily Prompt poses the (timely) question:
Think about something that drives you crazy. Now, think about something that makes you happy. Does it change your perspective?
Ever have the feeling that someone ‘out there’ is actually inside your own head? or heart? As in, thinking your thought, feeling your feeling, saying what you had yet to find the words to express?
So it is with today’s prompt. I appear to have dropped off the blogging radar. And not the first time. This drives me crazy, because it was a simple practice I promised myself: to blog three times/week.
Blogging makes me happy, you see. It gives me an opportunity, however briefly in the day, to focus on something that connects me with a larger world. Like the one whose ideas reflect my own. And yours, whose words might move me to tears or action or flight. The point is, they move me.
And so I am reminded again what I tell my writers, and what I witness each time we hold a reading for invited guests. Our sharing is, in Brenda Ueland’s words, ‘a generosity, not a performance.’ Ah, yes! I do not need to present polished pieces. There are no grades. I am doing this for my own satisfaction. Thanks for the reminder.
And, as Brenda Ueland ALSO said: “The imagination needs moodling — long, inefficient happy idling, dawdling and puttering. ” That’s where I’ve been. Moodling.
Summer hasn’t quite yet started for me. Or rather, it’s started and moved in fits and bits. Not just heat settling and then dissipating. Events, too. Weddings. Retreats. Reunions. Helping family move. Planning the launch for the book of writings from the incarcerated women we work with. Acclimating the new rescue kitty (OK, she’s three but so t-i-n-y at 7 pounds she looks and feels like a kitty), reassuring the resident rescue dog. Oh, and did I mention writing . . . ?
By next week (my calendar assures me) I’ll ‘be on vacation.’ Meaning, I hope, writing more. Lots, in fact. But between now and then, let this small token suffice:
You pass through me
breeze and breath, sorrow and joy
the rippled lilt of the mirroring pond.
You grow in me
grafting roots, limbs, the whole
living tree of us reaching toward light.
You live in me
your words the bread of our communion
your laughter the wine that lifts my spirits.