Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Write with Trees


Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Whenever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers.
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are.  You must let it find you.
                               - David Wagoner


We spend time gazing at computers and driving cars.

Consider moments wasted meshing with machines.

Nature surrounds us with inspiration. Take a break to focus on tree climbing, leaf pinching and flower sniffing.

Find a natural setting. Relax into it and let nature discover you.



Write to get lost in wonder.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Inklings of Imagination

It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination. 
- Henry David Thoreau



A voyage with curiosity initiates imagination. 

When the mind opens 
to collection and collaboration, fun stirs into wonder.







Where do eyes and ears travel on a daily excursion when awareness appeals?

A bird of paradise flower wants to fly and feel the breeze.  Rooted to the ground, does it imagine the tricks of flight?

Bee flexibility enables head stands and buzzes. Its body mechanics make individuals wonder how it accomplishes flying and turning activities. The marvel of flight beckons.



What magnetism in the breeze attracts the head feathers of a white egret?


Rose petals blow bubbles and shine.


Dancing into spectres, wave triplets taste the light.

Write into the textures and tastes of daily experience.  Translate ordinary.


Unroll colors of connection.







Monday, March 17, 2014

Celebrate Wearing of the Green

Nodding the head does not row the boat - Irish proverb

St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, escaped imprisonment and walked 200 miles from County Mayo to the Irish Coast. He had a vision of an angel who told him to return to Ireland to convert the Irish people to Christianity.

False stories abound concerning his adventures such as the one about him banishing all the snakes from Ireland.

Originally associated with the color blue, St. Patrick's color came from the shamrock whose three leaves stand for the Holy Trinity.

"Wearing of the green" meant wearing a shamrock and fighting against Irish paganism.

Celebrate your storytelling. Weave in a bit of "the ol' blarney" (something deceptive or misleading).