My mother (the aptly named Grace) never learned how to swim but she loved walking on the beach. She collected shells and beach glass everywhere from the Jersey shore to the south of France. She kept them in this huge glass container (which I dusted off for this photo); I keep it in a prominent spot in my home. I have great respect for my mom. She lived in a difficult era–depression, war, and “a woman’s place was in the house”. She had ambitions, some of which were realized and some not. I owe a lot to her. I only hope I’ve been half as good to a tech-savvy millennial and I hope she remembers her grandmother on this day.
My mother loved roses. The Oracle caught my mood.
magic flower laughs
opens remembering heals
like stars aborning
sacred spirit shines
between memory and rose
flowering the soul
I was watching “Better Call Saul”, a tv show which is a prequel to the great “Breaking Bad”. This frame was of Jimmy McGill in a diner talking to his strongman Mike. The New Mexico sky, their postures and the geometric shapes in the background made me ask my husband to freeze the frame. Here is the shot:
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The ring rises in flames, shadows of the sun opening a path to beginning. Rocks expand and explode into ashes, illuminating the sharp contrast of future within the past. Eyes focus with renewed clarity on the intersection of time.
The cosmic altar calls. The egg of myrrh responds, acting as catalyst to wings embracing the sky.
Reflected as moon
Paired with another piece of mythological junk mail art.
My first attempt at using the Neocolor II set given to me by Kerfe 27 years ago. A very fun and forgiving medium which you can smoosh with water. I tried to give this a layered effect by adding watercolor, pencil and fine tip marker.
become the sun
just as it rises
a mystery within
nourished by the sun
the shadow as it rises
awake it rises
tracing paths within
a silhouette in sun
the sun returning rises as the light within
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt this week, “Obelisk”, below.
The Obelisk was originally an Egyptian stone monument sacred to the sun god Ra, especially associated with sunrise and sunset.
The poetic form I used was tritrina.