we were when
I stand alone surrounded by distances, covered with a vast blue, green layered behind and below. I have come to the precipice to find my place in the landscape. I intended to bring beautiful words, to leave poetic gifts as tokens on the wind, to tie threads of song to the sky.
But I find nothing more is required of me than to be here, present, alive.
to the earth
For Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday, a haibun inspired by the photo provided by Frank Tassone, above.
I’ve had this song on my mind for awhile.
also linked to earthweal open link weekend
The Oracle was simple and direct today. Humans aren’t in the picture at all.
listen to winter
rain and sun
green through birdsong
deep summer air
Nina and I used to collaborate with the Oracle on a semi-regular basis. I’m hoping we will do so again soon.
Yoko Ono placed an ad in the front section of the NY Times on October 9, 2014, John Lennon’s birthday. He would have been 74.
It’s International Day of Peace, so I thought this headline haiku from two years ago would be worth revisiting.
John Lennon’s words seem a perfect fit for Planet Earth, and I collaged the world around them.
the earth is calling–
a tattered net unweaving
life into the void
My original haiku (inspired by the surrealists) was cut from headlines in the newspaper section; the new one was composed this morning as I looked at the image and thought about its message again.
“A dream you dream alone is only a dream.
A dream you dream together is reality.”
So…give peace a chance, world leaders.
Nina is still not ready to get back to art, so we’re taking a blog break. Don’t worry, we will return.
Gouache resist which looking at it reminds me of a color blindness test. I had been using the wrong ink in previous ones; it can only be Higgins Black Magic ink and no other!
Here is the image before the resist. Sharper in color yet I still like using the technique. Went in with watercolor to amplify the color. Here is the image before applying the ink.
…with hopes for something positive from the climate conference in Paris…
we call you that
sometimes. We do not think
what this could mean. We do not think
green brown riot of pattern and
color could disappear.
We do not think:
A response to Jane Dougherty’s “butterfly cinquain” challenge. She’s right, it does look like a butterfly!
I may have mentioned that I am finally cleaning out the storage room. I’ve gotten through the first layer of old knit swatches and yarn, and the first portfolio stored in the back behind them yielded a lot of my children’s drawings, and a few cards, including this one sent to my family by Nina and her family for the 2001 holidays, the first holiday season after 9/11. I would like to resend it out today to those governors, sons and daughters of immigrants all, who wish to close the doors of America to those in need because of their religion.
And it reminded me of the very first headline haiku I did, “Imagine“, so I thought it was time to also reprise John and Yoko’s wish for the world.
“You may say that I’m a dreamer.
But I’m not the only one.”
I know that’s true. Not all of us are ready to close the doors out of fear and our minds and hearts with them.