Sometimes the Prompt is Free
Daily Prompt
I practice BuyNothingChristmas, so the holiday work starts early 🙂 So I’ll be spending the weekend startin to make handmade gifts.
Make art where less is more.
Archive for the ‘Gratitude’ Category
You are the Poem, You are the Song <3
We’re One, but we’re not the same
We get to Carry each other Carry each other ❤
Sometimes the Equinox is the Prompt :-)
Daily Prompt
Happy Autumnal Equinox ❤
Make art about balance.
Sometimes the Memory Is the Poem <3
Woke up hearing someone sing this ❤ “Let the light guide your way. Hold every memory as you go.” ❤
Needed reminder that bodies may end, but Love never does. ❤
Daily Prompt Catch-Up :-) Salvage, Reconstruct, and Dreams of Lace
Daily Prompt Catch-Up 😀 Soooo busy around here lately! LOL
9/4/2015
Lots of thinkin this week about salvage. “The wreck is a fact…The salvage trucks back in and the salvage men begin to sort and stack, whistling as they work.”~Kay Ryan Make art about salvage, or salvaging something.
9/5/2015
“Sink, suffer, self-destruct. Rise stronger, reconstruct”~Lamb of God Make art about reconstruction, about reconstructing from what’s left.
9/6/2015
Someone I love is battling cancer. Make art about illnesss or disease.
9/7/2015
Dreamt someone I love brought me yards of unbleached cotton and lace. Make art with flowing white fabric, or lace, or lacing as the central metaphor.
Daily Prompt Catch-Up :-) Big Family Weekend :-)
Daily Prompt Catch-Up 🙂
8/29/2015
All my kids coming home for a visit 🙂 Make art about visitors.
8/30/2015
You are my children. You are my jewels. We old ones invest our future in you.” ~Diane Samuels Make art about children, young or adult, or about parenting.
8/31/2015
I’m fixin to go on a sewin binge 🙂 The first known sewing needle came from southwestern France and dates to about 25,000 years ago. When I sew, I feel an endless procession of women surround me, as I, in my small way, add to the story. Make art about sewing, or needlework, or stitching something together.
A set of bone needles from the Cave of Courbet in the Aveyron Valley, near Toulouse, France. Believed to be over 13,000 years old.
Daily Prompt :-) In Pieces
8/24/2015
Daily Prompt
Woke up feeling like life’s full of promise 🙂 So many dreams last night, but all that remains are shining fragments 🙂
Make art about fragments.
Sometimes YOU Are the Poem <3
The beauty of the universe dances in your eyes. I hear her singing every time you laugh. You are Beautiful. You are Creation.
Poetic and Visual Prompt :-) ‘Cause I’m Obsessed with Them Layers
8/19/2015
Daily Prompt
“The brain, like the earth, lies in layers”~Patricia Kirkpatrick
Make art about layers, literal or metaphorical, or use structural imagery and build a piece of art–poem, painting, essay, story–itself in layers.
‘Cause I’m Crazy Excited! Daily Prompt :-) Passing on the Old Ways
My mama kept a garden to feed us kids when I was growing up. We were poor, but nowhere near as poor as my mother had been as a child, growing up as she did back in those beautiful North Carolina mountains in the Depression era.
One of the reasons I can is to remind myself to be grateful. I think about how this was the only way my grandmother–we called her Miz Pearl–had to feed my mama and her brothers and sisters, and how she’d work all summer so they would have anything to eat at all in the winter. One hard winter the only thing they had at all were the green beans Miz Pearl had canned the summer before. So as I’m working, I’m thinking how lucky most of us are, to have access to food in ways that the generations before us did not. I’m not rich by any stretch, and I do love my home food, but I have never been hungry, not truly, because of women who put up food this way, who had that wisdom.
So i’m grateful. and really really aware of how I don’t need this food to live, how I don’t have to haul water up from the creek, how I don’t have to build a fire to cook, how hard, how so so so hard, those women before us worked to care for –just to feed–their families.
I’m even more grateful, and excited, because for the first time, my sons, my oldest J, who is 26, and his younger brother Dean–the one I call Manchild 🙂 just months away from his 21st birthday– have asked to learn how to preserve food by the old canning methods. Even Manchild’s best friend Colin wants to learn! So I’m one Happy Hippie Mama right now 🙂
The web of cultures in which I was raised teaches us to honor the wisdom of elders, to honor and appreciate the wisdom born of survival and innovation and ingenuity developed over thousands of years walked by the procession before us. It teaches us to honor what sustains us, the planet, and our community. I am excited to share this with my sons, with these young people. I am honored, and humbled, to have the chance to teach this way of Loving as it was taught to me.
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Daily Prompt
“Oh my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways. And deep ways and steep ways, and high ways, and low.”~Henry Lawson
Make art inspired by old wisdom.
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“When we respect our blood ancestors and our spiritual ancestors, we feel rooted. If we find ways to cherish and develop our spiritual heritage, we will avoid the kind of alienation that is destroying society, and we will become whole again. … Learning to touch deeply the jewels of our own tradition will allow us to understand and appreciate the values of other traditions, and this will benefit everyone.
I always encourage them to practice in a way that will help them go back to their own tradition and get re-rooted. If they succeed at at becoming reintegrated, they will be an important instrument in transforming and renewing their tradition.”― Thích Nhất Hạnh
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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