I’m still trying, and failing, to
adapt to this new climate. Still trying to acclimate to eighty degree
temperatures in January. Southern California is so unlike Long Island where I
made my home for sixty-seven years. But since I tend to be an optimist I see
the value of being able to take a pleasant morning walk in the middle of “winter.” This
early in the morning the air is cool on my skin and the sunshine is bright and
joyful. I’ve become more committed to my daily walks since I got a Fit Bit that
tracks my every step and buzzes my wrist when I don’t hit my goals. But what
has made my morning walks more enticing and enjoyable is my new interest in
audio books. In the past I would walk silently and though I enjoyed the rustle
of dry leaves and the songs of finches somehow those walks seemed boring. I
would set out to resolve some life issue, or plot issue, and end up thinking
mundane thoughts. Now, instead, I listen to inspirational books and poetry read
by David Whyte or Mark Nepo. …
Synchronicity comes in a variety of packages and at myriad times if only we are open to hear those whispered voices. For writers and other creatives synchronous events and unexpected connections are the gifts we need to keep going when challenges or deadlines get too much for us. Recently certain connections have made it possible for me to get back into writing mode and set art journaling aside. Oh I'm not giving up art journaling but I'm definitely curtailing it to two or three times a week. Writing every day is more crucial if I'm to meet my goals. So here are the happenings that lead me to focus more.
Firstly I heard about a woman in the Temecula Valley Woman's Club who has written and published three novels and I am meeting with her on Friday. The value of a partner in this writing life is crucial and since we moved from New York to California I am missing my writing group of amazing women.
Last night we attended the monthly meeting of the Temecula Valley Art Leag…
I believe I was born a poet. I've been writing poems since I was able to hold a pencil and form letters. I fell in love with poetry hearing and reading nursery rhymes. My mother had a set of children's books, a thirteen volume compendium of leather covered books in shades of blue and green. I continued to read the Nursery Rhyme volume long beyond the age when I was reading chapter books and more. That was the birth of this poet. As a child I loved art also but lost that creative niche many years later. Now, in my older age I have rediscovered the pleasures of filling a page with color and shape. Of using crayons, pencils, pens, paint and many other mediums to make art. I have combined my loves of art and poetry more and more and here is a sample, honoring my declaration of becoming the Artsy Poetessa.
THE POETESS She sits on a soft chair of pink and green chintz in the
corner of the room. Her legs curl beneath her long blue flowered dress. Her
long blonde hair flows over her ri…