I don't know about you, but there is nothing like a song that really speaks to you. A song that expresses who you are and what you're feeling at that exact moment. It's as if you can close your eyes and know there's at least one person out there that feels and thinks, and might even be a little bit like how you really are. I love that feeling.
This is my creativity tonight - listening to music really loud with really good inexpensive headphones.
Here's what I'm feeling tonight: thankful, spiritual, optimistic, contemplative, crazy, in love
What are you feeling?
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Poetry and Pictures
I've had long weekends the last two weeks. I've done all sorts of things like: cooking, cleaning, went to lunch with mom and an old friend, shopping with some of the in-laws, textured my kitchen walls, hung out with my sisters, and spent time with Tom and my happy baby boy. Made me really appreciate our time together. In all that, I couldn't stop thinking about my responsibility to myself, and my agreements made at the first of the year to spend more time being artistic.
I think I mentioned a little in my last post, the book The Artistic Mother by Shona Cole. In it, I am supposed to follow a 12 week program that will put my family (mostly my baby) into my art, and create meaningful pieces that I can decorate my new home with. By now, I should have been a lot further in my journey. But I am sadly still on week one. But no more procrastinating! I am setting the record straight!
She gives you weekly deadlines in easy projects that you can do if you make the time. I am making a personal commitment to every other night spending at least an hour on this. So by next Sunday, I will share with you my fun of week one.To start, there are 3 things in my action plan: Project, Poetry, and Photography. For Project, I have to make backgrounds for future art. For Poetry, I have to read a poem every day (Posting them on here might help). For Photography, I have to list Dill's activities and plan action shots.
In my excitement to get started, i made a little head-start. Here's a poem I just read, and really hits home. My Grandma Belva's favorite author is Rudyard Kipling. In all his writing, I really wanted to find one that had personal meaning to me, so that when I thought of it, I thought of her. and I finally found one. Maybe I can use this in upcoming stuff:
If
Rudyard Kipling
written in 1910 for his 12 year-old son John
written in 1910 for his 12 year-old son John
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools,
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with cowards and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
I hope that he will want these virtues in his life. Hopefully I can show them to him. But a start is to have this up somewhere in the house to read. I'm saving this for later.
Until then,
Jen
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