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Posts tagged ‘traveling’

Daily Prompt Catch-Up! 11 Days Worth of Prompt Love! <3

Prompt Love Catch-Up!

6 July 2017

Make art about packing for a trip, what to leave in, what to leave out.

packing

7 July 2017

Make art about arrivals, about arriving.

arriving.jpg

8 July 2017

Make art about reunion of souls.

reunion of souls

9 July 2017

Liminal: occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.

Make art about liminal space.

liminal space

10 July 2017

Make art about light and dark, about the juxtaposition of light to dark, about how we need one to know the other. (with love to Mesha Maren ❤ )

light-and-dark

11 July 2017

Make art about moving past obstacles (with love to Rahul Mehta ❤ )

obstacles

12 July 2017

Make art about a whisper, or a howl (with love to Kim Dana Kupperman ❤ )

howl_artwork_full

13 July 2017

Make art about relocating in our own bodies (with love to Jon Corcoran ❤ )

body

14 July 2017

Make art about the amalgamous nature of memory, of how sometimes the amalgam is more true. (With love to Eric Waggoner ❤ )

Memory

15 July 2017

Make art about point of view, about deliberately shifting point of view (with love to Rodney Jones ❤ )

point of view

16 July 2017

Make art about departures.

departure

17 July 2017

Make art about driving alone, about that silence in the cocoon of the car.

driving alone

 

Daily Prompt Love <3 Traffic

1 July 2017

Make art about something unexpected, something magical, happening in heavy, holiday traffic. 

holiday traffic

Daily Prompt Love <3 Learning While Traveling, and What Has to Go

27 June 2017

Manchild’s headed off for a trip to Hawaii with his girlfriend 🙂 

Make art about learning something on a long flight. 

airplane

 

28 June 2017

I’m reorganizing and rearranging and reshaping my tiny little house in the trees, moving furniture, getting rid of stuff. 

Make art about discoveries made while spring cleaning or reorganizing. Or make art about the feeling of newness that comes after a big clean or reorganization, after ‘cleaning house.’

reorganizing

 

“Traveling as Family,” Still, and Always, No Matter the 100 Days

from Citizen, VI [On the train the woman standing]

Claudia Rankine

On the train the woman standing makes you understand there are no seats available. And, in fact, there is one. Is the woman getting off at the next stop? No, she would rather stand all the way to Union Station.

The space next to the man is the pause in a conversation you are suddenly rushing to fill. You step quickly over the woman’s fear, a fear she shares. You let her have it.

The man doesn’t acknowledge you as you sit down because the man knows more about the unoccupied seat than you do. For him, you imagine, it is more like breath than wonder; he has had to think about it so much you wouldn’t call it thought.

When another passenger leaves his seat and the standing woman sits, you glance over at the man. He is gazing out the window into what looks like darkness.

You sit next to the man on the train, bus, in the plane, waiting room, anywhere he could be forsaken. You put your body there in proximity to, adjacent to, alongside, within.

You don’t speak unless you are spoken to and your body speaks to the space you fill and you keep trying to fill it except the space belongs to the body of the man next to you, not to you.

Where he goes the space follows him. If the man left his seat before Union Station you would simply be a person in a seat on the train. You would cease to struggle against the unoccupied seat when where why the space won’t lose its meaning.

You imagine if the man spoke to you he would say, it’s okay, I’m okay, you don’t need to sit here. You don’t need to sit and you sit and look past him into the darkness the train is moving through. A tunnel.

All the while the darkness allows you to look at him. Does he feel you looking at him? You suspect so. What does suspicion mean? What does suspicion do?

The soft gray-green of your cotton coat touches the sleeve of him. You are shoulder to shoulder though standing you could feel shadowed. You sit to repair whom who? You erase that thought. And it might be too late for that.

It might forever be too late or too early. The train moves too fast for your eyes to adjust to anything beyond the man, the window, the tiled tunnel, its slick darkness. Occasionally, a white light flickers by like a displaced sound.

From across the aisle tracks room harbor world a woman asks a man in the rows ahead if he would mind switching seats. She wishes to sit with her daughter or son. You hear but you don’t hear. You can’t see.

It’s then the man next to you turns to you. And as if from inside your own head you agree that if anyone asks you to move, you’ll tell them we are traveling as a family.

Daily Prompt Love <3 The Study of Us

17 December 2016

One of my undergrad degrees is in Anthropology, and the gift of that, the ability to view ‘us’ through the detailed and complex lens I learned from my amazing professors in that field still, every day, shapes the way I move through the world.

I first discovered Anthropology in the library as a child, those trips we made to get books every weekend with my mama, and one of the things I first loved about the anthropology books I found was that, in those books, I found women–not as subjects (although that fascinated me too)–but as the authors, as the experts: Ruth Benedict, Margaret Mead, Jane Goodall. They were who I imagined myself to be as I “excavated’ arrrowheads and shark teeth from the plowed up tobacco field beside the trailer park where I lived as a child.

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It is these undeniable qualities of human love and compassion and self-sacrifice that give me hope for the future. We are, indeed, often cruel and evil. Nobody can deny this. We gang up on each one another, we torture each other, with words as well as deeds, we fight, we kill. But we are also capable of the most noble, generous, and heroic behavior.”
―Jane Goodall,  British primatologist, ethologist, anthropologist, and UN Messenger of Peace

“As the traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.”~Margaret Mead, American cultural anthropologist and author

I gambled on having the strength to live two lives, one for myself, and one for the world.”~ Ruth Benedict, American anthropologist and folklorist

Make art inspired by anthropology, by an anthropological discovery.

anthropology-benedict

Daily Prompt Catch-Up! Heat, and Travel, and the Child You Were

 

18 August 2016

Gettin that August blast of summer heat!

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.”~Violette Leduc

Make art about relentless heat.

august heat

19 August 2016
So I stood in my yard today and watched a truck hauling a trailer lose control just long enough to smash my mailbox to smithereens.
19 August 2016

Make art about witnessing destruction.

Mailbox

20 August 2016

Visiting with family and looking through some newly discovered old family photographs, including some I’d never seen of that wild lil girl I was 🙂

Make art about yourself as a child.

me and a tree

21 August 2016

My sons helped me shuck, cut, and can six dozen ears of corn today. It’s a messy job, but now the house smells like caramel corn, and we have yummy summer in a jar for those cold winter months.

Make art about a task that’s hard, but worth it.

corn

22 August 2016

I’m headed out later this week for a spiritual retreat and a couple of road trip visits with family. Excited, but fretting over getting all my stuff ready.

Make art about preparing to travel.

cat suitcase

Daily Prompt Love! <3 Mountains, and Mystery, and Music–Oh My! :-)

 

13 August 2016

Headed off to wild and wonderful West Virginia for a reading. Driving through these amazing Appalachian mountains always fills me with such awe.

Make art about the mysteries felt in mountains.

WV aug 2016

14 August 2016

Road Angel named Bay, a very large beautiful young man working as a cashier in a roadside stop, his smile like a bright bright beacon, caught me doing a lil dance in the aisle to the BeeGees piping in overhead. He grinned and immediately started dancing too 😀 So we finished out Stayin Alive while I paid 🙂

Make art about dancing with strangers. 🙂

dancing with strangers

15 August 2016

Feeling this this morning, the music.

Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song/in my own breath”~Philip Levine

Make art about the music you hear, in anything, in everything.

music in everything

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