Daily Prompt Love <3 According to Pooh :-)
23 April 2017
Rainy Sunday. Yep. Make art about the art of the nap.
Posts tagged ‘dreaming’
Daily Prompt Love <3 Eyes of the Stars
31 March 2017
Twice this week, I’ve dreamt of peacocks. I also saw one alongside of the road.
In Greco-Roman mythology the peacock is identified with Hera (Juno) who created the peacock from Argus whose hundred eyes (seen on the tail feathers of the peacock) symbolize the vault of heaven and the eyes of the stars.
In Hinduism the peacock is associated with Lakshmi who is a deity representing benevolence, patience, kindness, compassion and good luck.
Similar to Lakshmi, the peacock is associated with Kwan-yin in Asian spirituality. Kwan-yin (or Quan Yin) is also an emblem of love, compassionate watchfulness, good-will, nurturing, and kind-heartedness. Legend tells us she chose to remain a mortal even though she could be immortal because she wished to stay behind and aid humanity in their spiritual evolution.
In Babylonia and Persia the peacock is seen as a guardian to royalty, and is often seen in engravings upon the thrones of royalty.
In Christianity the peacock symbolism represents the “all-seeing” church, along with the holiness and sanctity associated with it. Additionally, the peacock represents resurrection, renewal and immortality.
Themes of renewal are also linked to alchemical traditions to, as many schools of thought compare the resurrecting phoenix to the modern-day peacock. Along these lines, the peacock is a colorful symbol of transformation. Like the phoenix, the alchemy peacock can remind us that we can rise out of our darkest moments. It’s a metaphor that speaks about dying to the ego-self, and being reborn into a new life of awareness, spirituality and illumination.
Make art inspired by the peacock.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Again I Dreamt
20 March 2017
A recurring dream plays a significant role in the novel I just started.
Make art about what you dream again and again.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Small Acts
23 November 2016
Dreamt I was working with a couple of other people in some kind of disaster distribution center, coordinating and handing out goods to people in need, blankets, socks, water bottles, cloth diapers for babies. People moved through the barn-like building, their steps stuttering softly against the dirt floor. The line seemed as if it would never end. It didn’t feel like I was doing enough. But then, a young woman with two small children, a baby on her hip, and a four or five year old girl holding her hand, stopped in front of me for a blanket. The young mother’s face was drawn and exhausted, and the kids too seemed scared and weighted with whatever disaster it was we were all dealing with out there in the world.
The little girl said, “Blue.”
I smiled, not sure for a second what she meant, but then I looked down. The stacked blankets were mostly green and gray, but tucked into the pile halfway down or so, one blue blanket.
Her mama shushed her, and smiled sadly at me. but the little girl looked up at me, smiling a little around the fingers she had in her mouth, and said again, “Blue?”
Her mama hushed her again, saying, “Missy, we can’t–“
“Sure we can,” I said. I pulled the one blue blanket out of the others and offered it across the table to the little girl. She let go of her mama, and reached out with both her little girl hands to take the blue blanket, wrapping her arms around it like a hug and smiling.
We all smiled.
Make art about small acts of taking care of each other.
Daily Prompt <3 What the Stones Remember
9/28/2016
Dreamt I sat by a river, stacking stones, gray pebbles, that I built into a small curved wall, then dismantled, piece by piece, the stones smooth and slick in my hands.
Rocks act as the memory for our planet. By examining their elemental makeup and physical structure, scientists can understand the history of the earth. The fossil records left in rock formations literally describe our planet’s journey through time. Seen in this light, even the stones and pebbles we find in our backyards are pieces of the ancient past and the secrets of how we came to be in this vast universe.
Make art about what stones remember.
Daily Prompt! <3 "Dangerous Men"
9/26/2016
“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”– T.E. Lawrence
Make art about dangerous dreamers.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Sometimes the Prompt is an Ice Cream Memory, or a Soft Sparkle in the Dark
2 August 2016
Bought my great-nephew his own ice cream maker and together we made his first homemade ice cream. He declared it was “the best ever!”
Make art about an ice cream memory.
3 August 2016
Had a great conversation with Road Angel Casey, who left her job at Duke University to start a small organic farm, selling vegetables and flowers, nut butters and preserves from a roadside stand.
Make art about taking the risk to grow a dream.
4 August 2016
A woman at a gas station came running toward me, smiling and waving and yelling, “Donna! Donna! I haven’t seen you in so long!” I smiled, shaking my head, waiting for her to realize that I wasn’t Donna after all. As she reached me, her face fell, and she looked so embarraassed, and I said, “I’m sorry.” She laughed and said, “No, I’m sorry. I could’ve sworn–” She laughed. I said, “I’m Mary, but I bet you could find Donna, if you looked. Have you tried Facebook?” I told her about finding my friend Lynne again after many years, and how blessed we both felt. She said, “I haven’t looked for her, but I think I will.” She left smiling, and I finished pumping my gas, climbing back into my car, wishing, for just a second, I had been Donna, this friend who brought such a smile to the woman’s face.
Make art about mistaken identity. Or about finding that wonderful friend again.
5 August 2016
Dreamt I was in a crowded park handing out sparklers. So many sparklers, so many people. Before too long, the park was shimmering with light and color.
Make art about ways of sharing Light.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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