Daily Prompt Love <3 Breaks, and Breaks
12 June 2019
“What shall I do with all this heartache?:–Joy Harjo
Make art about unspeakable heartache.
Image by Kevin McIver from Pixabay
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Daily Prompt Catch-Up! 12 New Prompts!
12 February 2018
The world today desperately needs tenderness. Make art about acts of tenderness, tender hands.
13 February 2018
Make art about losing time.
14 February 2018
Make art about feeling fragmented.
15 February 2018
Make art about the weight of grieving.
16 February 2018
Make art about righteous anger.
17 February 2018
Make art about what shines.
18 February 2018
Make art about the betrayal of children, betraying a child’s trust.
19 February 2018
Make art about what patriotism means to you.
20 February 2018
Make art about who watches over you.
21 February 2018
Make art about working toward the answer.
22 February 2018
Make art about the revolution.
23 February 2018
“And a little child shall lead them.”- Isaiah 11:6 Make art inspired by this.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Honoring
13 November 2017
Today is my late husband’s birthday, and the anniversary of my baby brother walking on to the next life. So to celebrate them, today, I launched a new literary magazine, K’in.
They filled my life with so much beauty and humor and wisdom and joy. It only seems right to honor them by creating something beautiful.
Make art about honoring the dead.
Daily Prompt Catch-Up <3 Falling, Rising
27 May 2017
Make art about struggling with depression.
28 May 2017
Make art about learning how to rise from the ashes.
Daily Prompt Catch-Up <3 Family, Ground, and Grief
8 April 2017
First Birthday party today for my grandson!
Make art about the miracles of family.
9 April 2017
Tilling in the summer garden today.
Make art about breaking ground.
10 April 2017
A friend of mine lost ten family members in the recent tragic events in Syria.
Make art about extreme loss, or extreme grief.
Daily Prompt Love <3 What's Missing
27 March 2017
Find a photo, and make art about what’s not in the picture, what’s missing.
Daily Prompt <3 The Wound, The Light
15 July 2016
“Art is a wound turned into light.”~Georges Braque
Make art about the wound, about transforming pain into light.
The Birds of Grief
This week I keep going back to a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, about grief, about sheer physicality of grief and loss. About feeling helpless. About how loss, no matter what, belongs to all of us.
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I Want to Bring the Birds
inside, hold them in my hands, tuck them inside my shirt, claws and all, feel the sharp tic of each frightened beak, surround them with my fingers, cradle them against the cage of my ribs, whisper shh shh shh—until they each find and linger in their place: the titmice tatting nests into my hair, crested sparrows and juncos perched and singing from my feet, the jays who see me as so much meat, supplier of suet and otherwise foolish and useless, each take a shoulder, their alarm squawk sudden and hard as a couple of crows stand sentry on my back. The chickadees, those flying golf balls with their punk rock eyes and ebony mohawks, bossy and brazen, take my ears, letting me know just how they see this whole thing going, while the shy nuthatch hides, its cinnamon shadow disappearing under my shirt as it hops up my ribs and nuzzles in like a newborn near my heart. A pair of doves, and then another, their wings ash gray and spotted with apricot, nestle in on the soft give of my belly; I touch them with just the tips of my fingers, hoping, praying, they’ll teach me the tender songs only possible in the dark. One by one, they all settle in, on my limbs, my skin, feathering, resting, and maybe, so will I, settle for real, for the first time in years, as I hear and feel their heartbeats steady, slow, ease finally, into a companion rhythm with my own. Or mine to theirs? In my dreams, it doesn’t matter. In my dreams,we are the same.
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This poem is included in my collection The Night I Heard Everything from FutureCycle Press.
Sometimes the Prompt is Your Own Pain, and Growth
14 June 2016
Five years ago today, my beautiful funny sexy irreverent brilliant soulful husband, John Little Bear Eaton, walked on to the next life.
“what remains with me vividly to this day is my recollection of a circle of light that shone out from Rafe and enfolded us both, and the deep sense of comfort and familiarity between us, as if we had somehow always known each other and were merely resuming a conversation that had gone on from eternity.”
― Cynthia Bourgeault, Love is Stronger than Death: The Mystical Union of Two Souls
Make art about the eternal nature of Love.
Daily Prompt: Trauma & Becoming
Daily Prompt
I am not who I was 5 years ago.
Make art about the Becoming after trauma.
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