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Posts tagged ‘rebirth’

Daily Prompt Love <3 Into the Light

19 August 2019

Make art about coming out of the cave. 

Daily Prompt Love <3 Time for Change

18 July 2019 

“Human beings *do* metamorphose. They change their identity constantly. However, each new identity thrives on the delusion that it was always in possession of the body it has just conquered.” ― Orson Scott Card

Make art about metamorphosis.

Daily Prompt Love <3 Create, Again & Again

22 June 2019 

“Curving back within myself I create again and again.” ― The Bhagavad Gita

Make art about that curving back, about recreating yourself. 

recreating yourself

Image by alto2 from Pixabay

Daily Prompt Love :-D For My Birthday!

6 April 2019 

Make art about birth, about rebirth, about what it feels like to reinvent, about one of the million miraculous ways of being reborn. 

reborn

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Daily Prompt Love Catch-Up! <3 Eleven Brand New Prompts!

2 March 2018

Make art that’s a study in black & white.

black and white

3 March 2018

Make art inspired by a classified ad.

classified ads

4 March 2018

Make art about consent.

consent-1

5 March 2018

Make art about rebirth.

rebirth

6 March 2018

Make art about what’s lost.

lost

7 March 2018

Make art about what’s found.

found

8 March 2018

Make art by reenvisioning a set of directions.

directions

9 March 2018

Make art about waiting for the storm.

storm

10 March 2018

Make art about an apology.

apology

11 March 2018

Cherokee, as well as a number of other indigenous languages, has no past or future verb tenses, only present tense.

Make art about living in the present. Or about how language shapes time.

language

12 March 2018

Make art about what lightens your heart.

light heart

Daily Prompt Love <3 What Emerges

6 February 2018

Thinking a lot today about how the new emerges from the old. 

Go back to an old piece of writing, and use the last line of that as the first line of something new. 

seed shell

Daily Prompt Love <3 Another Chance: A Very Special Birthday Prompt

19 May 2017

Seven years ago today, my oldest son J was in a terrible car accident, his little plastic Saturn sedan t-boned by a brand new Dodge Charger with its all-steel construction.

J, my laughing, charismatic, kind, smart son, only 22 then, was critically injured, with a compression skull fracture, subdural hematoma, subarachnoid hemorrhaging, and four feather bleeds into his beautiful brain. They airlifted him by helicopter from our small town to the major medical facility, MCV, in Richmond, admitting him directly into the neurological ICU. He was conscious the whole time, talking, joking, charming the nurses, complaining that he couldn’t look out the window on his first-ever helicopter ride, even saying things meant to reassure me, his sister, his brother, the friends who stood by us at the hospital. We bedded down in the ICU waiting room, while behind those heavy doors, monitors clicked and hummed, documenting my son’s traumatic brain injury. That was Wednesday. 

Early Thursday afternoon, as I stood as J’s bedside, a doctor we hadn’t seen before strode in, his crisp white lab coat flowing behind him. He introduced himself as the head of neurological research, and after a moment, he asked us if we had seen J’s latest CT scan. We hadn’t, so he hurried from the room, telling us he’d be right back. J and I looked at each other, confused, and my son must have seen worry in my eyes, as he patted my hand. 

The doctor returned, wheeling in a large piece of equipment, a medical imaging viewer, and positioned it at the end of J’s ICU bed. He turned it on and the image of my son’s skull appeared,  stark in the black and whiteness of it all. For a second, we were completely silent. Then the doctor, smiling, began to explain what we were seeing.

What we were seeing was nothing: no bleeding, no bruising, no swelling. The only sign that remained of my son’s injury just 24 hours before was the spiderweb of fractures in the bone, as if a pencil eraser had been pushed into the fragile shell of an egg, a network of bone break just beneath the C-shaped wound on the side of his head.  J’s brain looked completely normal, showing not a single other sign of the blow he’d taken the day before in the wreck that had left his little car mangled, left nothing but the driver’s seat intact. 

The doctor grinned, saying, “We want to study you, study why and how you healed so quickly.”

That was Thursday. We brought J home midday on Friday. Six weeks later, he was back at work, then back to his last year of college that fall. We talked time and again about his miraculous healing, about why it might have happened. 

J, my wise son, said, “Mom, I don’t know why it happened. I just know I got another chance.” 

He now calls May 19 his birthday. His Facebook status this morning read, “Today, I am alive.” 

Make art about being given another chance. 

 

J and Max

 

 

 

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