The Velveteen Rabbit - My Imagination

 

There are an amazing number of quotes that appeal to me from The Velveteen Rabbit.

And yes, my imagination often works overtime - bear with me!

1) imagining what I still could accomplish.....

2) imagining what probably is just a whim or fantasy

3) enjoying the limitless parameter of my imagination

4) imagining the delight that Grandma Moses felt as she achieved later in life

5) making real what I am imagining within my capabilities

6) making real what I am imagining that is not within my capabilities, so I think.

7) appoaching this octogenarian decade with hope and enthusiasm.....

8) imagining the "time reality" and making my choices

I am participating online with a group called Underground Railroad (Jill Badonsky).

A prompt this week is making a list and then writing, perhaps in litany style, about a subject on the list. I believe the above list is my first step - now to elaborate on one!

                                 

Could Be Worse!

I love this book - it is my mantra! And today, my 80th birthday - well, it couldn't be better!

It is the best day!! The only "worse" part is that I am older and feeling a few more creaks and groans.

However, the choice is mine and I will take these 80 years, be most grateful and most excited about this my new decade. I am an octogenarian and so proud of it. 

I know! I still color my hair.

I haven't been exercising.

I do take my vitamins.

I am contemplating the bicycle commitment.

I can make it all happen!

In the meantime it could be so much worse.

Wish you all could celebrate with me.

As it is, I am celebrating with my Hubby Dave in Port Aransas, TX where the beach is three minutes away and the little Bambi Airstream is cozy and comfy here in the Magee RV park.

We're opening a bottle of wine and enjoying a shrimp ring and stuffed crab that we purchased at the local grocery. 

Life is good and it couldn't be better!

Happy Birthday to Everyone!

 

Earthing

 no writing about earthing, realigning my electrical energy and its benefits…….

iam too enthralled (committed) 

walking barefoot

thirty minutes in the grass

winged compassion

winged compassion

hovers, covers, flutters from

an opened window

I submitted the above in response to Maya Stein’s pictorial prompt, an opened window.

This has been a 4 week class where daily prompts are given and responses posted with limited interactions among the participants.

This type of class is pure candy for my writing appetite.

I use stock photos from the internet but should get my camera out and begin….again….with photographing the beauty around me.

Today's List!

 12/01/20

Seriously! 

1.  Pay mortgage

2.  Finish cleaning "my room" 

3.  Hair appointment @ 2:00

Not so seriously!

1.  Have a second cup of joe

2.  Applaud Hubby's leaf blowing act

3.  Appease addiction - pick up package at post office of thriftbooks

The above was my reponse to today's prompt from Maya Stein's tri-writing class which is absolutely delightful. It is supposed to be three lines and I ususally write a haiku, but this popped out of my fingers this early a.m. and I went with it.

Sometimes I download an image and include it. It is easy peasy to implement on the site she uses.

Check her offerings out - probably will continue with the tri-writing when she offers it again.

Maya Stein

Separation Required

"separation required"

sunflower fences

appeasing the HOA

the natural way

I just posted the haiku below on my current thri-writing site. The prompt was "SEPARATE."

We had second visit from the HOA president's wife. She was inquiring as to our plans for fencing in our travel trailers. I have three on the property!

1. A delightful 1956 Jewel vintage trailer, almost ALL original that is in the backyard. It serves as my she shed although my son has chosen to sleep in it when visiting. It has a regular size comfy bed.

2, My recently acquired Aristream Bambi, 2003, 19' long and my dream mobile. It is the camping trailer I hope to use the rest of my life....downsized from a 30' travel trailer.

3. My vintage bookmobile, a Little Free Library travel trailer that we tow to the Kerrville Farmer's Market every Saturday. It is attractive inside and out with its MLF library plaque on the side.

According to the current HOA rules here in Bumblebee Hills subdivision, Ingram, TX., we are to have these trailers behind a 6' cedar fence approved by the architectural committee. 

When we purchased this home we were told that the HOA had been disbanded. We now have learned that "No, not disbanded, just unincorporated!" And what does that mean? Not sure, but some legal powers no longer are in place.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Our First Rally!

 

commonality among strangers?

the airstream rally? 

this isn't’ rocket science! 

making friends because?

(she muses)

This was my contribution today to Maya Stein"s tri-writing prompt, "use 'this isn't rocket science or magic' in your three line response." I omitted the magic phrase because I was attempting the 5-7-5 syllabic haiku form.

* * * * * *

We are currently camped with a dozen or more Airstream travel trailers at a rally here in Fredericksburg, TX. This is our first outing since we bought and brought our 19' Bambi from Idaho in September.

The itinerary is flexible and so are we. Today we will eat with the group at the BBQ place we frequent since Fredericksburg is only 30 minutes from our home. Then tomorrow there is a planned Italian lunch with installation of officers and the rest of the day is ours to play as we desire. Home Sunday morning!

We are withholding our opinions of this kind of social gathering. RV rallys are very popular with all types of travel trailers and Airstreamers are very very active with get-togethers and caravans.

Time for more coffee before I take the dog to a very nice fenced in dog area. Yesterday Ava made friends and had a delightful romp. C;mon sunshine! Where are you?

Nature Journaling in the Classroom

I am currently teaching a journaling writing class at our stellar senior center. This week I have given “nature journaling” the front row seat. Without taking my adult students on a hike, I am bringing a touch of nature to our room. For each of the following prompts I have a visual or a few sprigs displayed in small bottles.

Roots: As you ponder the roots in your life, what images emerge? What words do you associate with roots?

Wildflowers: What wild ideas would you like to scatter and then patiently anticipate their blooming?

Bulbs: What memory, wish or desire would you like to bury, knowing that in a certain amount of time it would miraculously emerge as a beautiful happening?

Snapdragons: What monster dragon in your life needs to be snapped or severed?

Mums: If mums the word, what topics will you never write about?

We will also be discussing clustering, a journaling technique that is also called mind mapping. Word associations occur as one word leads thoughts to another to another to another. I am presenting a small bouquet in a salad dressing bottle (label included) that can prompt spontaneous word plays that will lead to writing a 5 minute sprint on a discovered theme. 

I hope the participants enjoy this creativity. 

Nature has to come into the classroom as our weather is cold and rainy.

Remembering Carl

I have been spending the wee hours this morning with an assignment to write a "prose explosion."

The following is my response and now I am to develop this into a haiku, highlighting fragments and phrases. My word limit was 250 words and the submission is 267 words, but I don't want to cut anymore of this essay.

I will post my haiku after the teacher's response. This is a learning experience that has been quite an eye-opener for me. It is difficult to write an acceptable haiku - less is more with haiku!

Remembering Carl

It glistens by the front window as the slanted black surface reflects sunlight, pleasures and promises of artistic pursuits in the making. However, it’s not the same since I googled his name and the obituary flashed on my screen. Cause of death not mentioned. No charities nor memorials gave a hint.

The choice to take another piano lesson from him disintegrated with a few lines on the computer screen.

Our beginnings were in a smoke-filled small teaching room at the local university. As an adult learner I sought lessons in my new town of Houston, It was therapy for me. I did not realize the therapy would become a long-term friendship.

When I realized he was gay I was probably more comfortable with the relationship. His partner of forty years cemented his “marriage” and the potential for our relationship to be very platonic.

I was in a place where my sexual antennas would waver when a man, any man, paid attention to me.  

Once or twice during my divorce I chose to skip the lesson, pay him to drink coffee with me and just listen and empathize. Was his hourly rate more than a therapist? I didn’t care.

On every page of my stacks of music (current favorites - Chopin, Brahms, Khachaturian and lesser-known William Albright) are his fingerings, pedal markings, and scribbled dynamics from a ballpoint pen he shook to move the ink flow downward.

Now I can only relearn my previously checked-off accomplishments.

Perhaps someday, I will begin the challenge of new music with a new teacher in a new town.

Now I can only reminisce.

10/20/2023

My Response to Jane Hirshfield's Poem

 

It Was Like This: You Were Happy

by Jane Hirshfield

It was like this:
you were happy, then you were sad,
then happy again, then not.

It went on.
You were innocent or you were guilty.
Actions were taken, or not.

At times you spoke, at other times you were silent.
Mostly, it seems you were silent—what could you say?

Now it is almost over.

Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.

It does this not in forgiveness—
between you, there is nothing to forgive—
but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment
he sees the bread is finished with transformation.

Eating, too, is a thing now only for others.

It doesn’t matter what they will make of you
or your days: they will be wrong,
they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man,
all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.

Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad,
you slept, you awakened.
Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.

—2002

Jane Hirschfield

It was like this:

It doesn’t matter what they will make of you
or your days: they will be wrong,

...you don't particularly desire to be mystical.

you choose transparency over the quizzical nature of

not knowing who you are or rather

whom you present yourself to be.

it is quite possible that not only will they

be wrong, but also you could be

wrong. you tamper with the possibility

that yes, you could allow someone somewhere with

advantages notice you. in the meantime,

it really doesn't matter what you make of you.

what matters is that you make yourself honest to

you, only you.

(inspired by Jane Hirshfield's "It Was Like This: You Were Happy)

The Best Part of Retirement

                                                               

I shall begin a stream of consciousness writing this moment at the computer. What do I mean by that?

I have no topic, no outline, no destination for this post. I am truly writing from my thoughts this cloudy day. I guess you could say I am writing "from the hip."

I am home all day today. There is a small group meeting at the church later this afternoon, but I am not 100% on board for attending. It's just something more to get ready for - I'm taking the day "off" and working in the backyard. "Day off" from what you may ask? I want to take the day and not do anything that I feel I have to do. There will be some accomplishments, especially since it doesn't appear that the weather is going to be too warm to work outside this afternoon.

I am shutting down most online commitments and classes. I still post twice a week with Underground Railroad and am looking forward to a class with Maya Stein. That is going to be the extent of the next few months. I am teaching a memoir class at the senior center now and following it with a journaling class. I must do extensive preparations for the latter as this is the first time I have taught journaling. I want it to be thrilling for all the participants. How do I gauge "thrilling?" If I am excited about the assignments and preparations then hopefully that anticipation will flow into others. 

In the meantime, I am gathering my collection of journaling books and beginning to seek guidance for a good syllabus. I will share in this blog my plans and the creative efforts of the participants.

My music seems to have taken a back seat to backyard duties and to my writing and Bible Study. Daily practicing on the fiddle should resume asap. Piano playing should also be a more frequent activity. It's not lack of hours in the day. It is motivation and getting out of the recliner. Sometimes I think that my age is really "catching up with me." However, I won't admit that! 

I am praising the Lord for this day of rest and relaxation!

Yes! Praise the Lord for being alive!