Showing posts from June, 2013

Poetry Recommendations?

I'm in the mood for poetry. I've been writing a little of my own over the past few months and I'm feeling the urge to read some. I just finished reading the young adult Matched trilogy in which poetry is a prevalent theme. As if I wasn't already in a poetic frame of mind, now I'm utterly craving it. I need your help. In my collection already are Maya Angelou, Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe, Shel Silverstein, and A.A. Milne. What other poets or books should I check out? They can be classic or modern, for children or adults. Who are your favorites? Leave your recommendations in the comments. Thank you!

What The ...?

You know how there's this tendency to put on our best face when we come to the internet. We don't want anyone to see the imperfect moments of our lives, so we stick to shiny moments. This is not that post. If you're looking for shiny, you'll have to look elsewhere today because I have a story that I feel the need to share. It came at the end of a long day. My husband had spent the morning helping his parents pack up their shop to move to a new location. Then he spent the afternoon working baseball fields to prepare them for a tournament. He didn't get home until 8:30 p.m. and then he had to go back to help at his parents' shop. I hadn't seen him all day, so I packed our two-year-old up in the truck and we rode over with him. None of us had eaten dinner yet and shortly after getting to the shop, my son's little voice came from the backseat. "Yogurt, mommy?" My heart broke. I hadn't thought to grab a snack on the way out. Instead we got out o

Nourishing the Creative Within: A Wishcasting Post

It's another dreamy Wishcasting Wednesday with the ever-inspiring Jamie Ridler. Today she asks, " How do you wish to nourish the creative within? " The timing on this is absolutely perfect because yesterday I unblocked my creativity with Jamie and some other wonderful women. Periodically, Jamie hosts Creativity Coffee. It is an hour in which she gets on live video and leads creative play for whomever wants to come. Each person brings whatever supplies they want to create anything they want. During that hour, participants can chat with Jamie (by typing) and Jamie responds to those comments. It was my first time there and I LOVED it. I don't do much drawing or... um... art-ing, but I enjoy it. On the rare occasions I draw, I wonder why I don't do it more often. Anyhow, I set myself up with a notepad, colored pencils, and soft pastels. Listening to Jamie, I set out to work. I had an idea of drawing myself looking at a night sky speckled with stars. Before I'd eve

Doing Good

Shhh. Do you hear that? Do you hear the quiet emanating from me? I'm feeling contemplative lately. I've turned inward to assess my goodness. Am I doing good in this world? Am I making something better for someone? Am I pitching in? Am I using my powers for good? Do I even have powers? That's what I'm pondering. That's where I'm working on myself right now. I don't have much to say about it, but I thought I'd mention it.  Because I'm wondering. Are you doing good in this world?

The Update Post: Lost Pigeon, Sweetness, and Veggie Garden

Update on the Lost Pigeon Remember the pigeon who visited us last week ? He moved on. After about 28 hours of rest, bird seed, and water at our house, he departed quietly. My husband and I went out to check on the pigeon and see if we needed to house him in the dog crate for another night. After perusing our yard for the day, he had returned to the roof of the arbor to rest. He didn't want to come down, so we left him alone while taking care of other yard tasks. After I fed the ducks, I turned around and our little pigeon friend was gone. He snuck off while we weren't looking. I guess he's not much for goodbyes. Hopefully he is back home by now (or perhaps off on another exploration adventure). Update on Wishing for Sweetness A few weeks ago in a wishcasting with Jamie post, I wished for the sweetness of fruit fresh from the garden. Over the past week I have picked about three pints of strawberries from my own small patch. The blueberries are still growing and so are the f

Wishcasting: Discover

This week the sparkly Jamie Ridler asks, "What do you wish to discover?" This is a difficult question to answer because I don't know what I don't know. So, I wish simply to discover new things. Wonderstruck experiences, loving moments, new places to go with my family, gardening tricks, the perfect camera settings, great books, the poetry I'm sure is inside me. I wish that my eyes and heart may be open so that I do discover things when the opportunity arises. What do you wish to discover?

What If I'm the Crazy Bird Lady?

Living where I do, we get a lot of wildlife in our yard: deer, groundhogs, rabbits, the occasional raccoon or opossum, and birds of all sizes- sparrow to hawk to turkey (no emus... yet anyway). Yesterday I headed to my back yard to work in the garden and was greeted by a new visitor- an all white bird. He didn't fly away when he saw me. He cautiously kept a few feet of distance between us, but seemed unafraid. As I got closer, I noticed bracelets on each ankle- one red and one gold. The most I could make out of the writing was "Bronx, N.Y." I think it's a homing pigeon and this little guy is a long way from home. He was picking at bird seed that had scattered on the ground from the above hanging feeder, so I set out a small pile of seed just for him. My husband found a website explaining what to do if you find a lost pigeon:  (seriously, there is a website for everything ). The site says that you can try to catch it in an old bird cage

Wishcasting: Space

I'm wishcasting again with the divine Jamie Ridler . This week Jamie asks, "What space do you wish to create?" There is a little room off the back side of our bedroom. It sits on top of the garage with slanted ceilings that follow the roofline. A few years ago, we set it up as a studio with my husband's drawing table, a window seat that he built, a futon from my single years, an old hutch that has followed me since my teen years, and some other odds and ends. It's a stark little space with plain white walls and a bamboo floor which we laid. It's not the most temperature-controlled of spaces. It gets hot in the summer and cold in the winter. I find that we just don't use it as much as we could. I wish to make that space more usable. More loved. I wish for it to be a quiet retreat in which to create. Perhaps a place where I can sit with my computer and write. I wish for it to be a comfortable and welcoming space. I'm not sure what it's missing or how