17 February 2019
A recurring dream returned last night, one where an old wolf, his amber eyes glowing, appears in my bedroom. He circles the room a few times, then climbs up on the end of my bed, curls up and goes to sleep.
Make art about a recurring dream, or wolves.
16 February 2019
“I think to Earth
it looks like the first first rain, the water
of the beginning”- Jeffrey Bean
Make art about what begins with rain, or that begins with rain, or about ‘the first first rain.’
15 February 2019
Woke this morning to the heartbreaking sound of chainsaws, taking down several large oaks at the little church across the street, trees that are easily hundreds of years old. The crash as they fell echoed all around us.
Make art about what’s lost when we lose a tree, about what’s lost in those branches, or about the spirit of trees.
14 February 2019
Happy Valentine’s Day ❤
The great Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh has written beautifully about why learning to love others begins with learning to love ourselves.
Make art about learning to love yourself.
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
13 February 2019
Withhold, conceal, hide, hold back, keep, keep back, keep secret, refuse, repress, sit on, suppress
Withholding information, a good thing or a bad thing?
Make art about something being withheld, or about choosing to withhold, or about the results of information being withheld.
12 February 2019
Once when I was a little girl, with my mama, we encountered a particularly grumpy, difficult person. As we moved away from the angry man, under her breath, Mama murmured in her lilting Southern accent, “Mmm, somebody kicked that dog.”
Being the mouthy kid I was, and an animal lover 🙂 I immediately asked, “Dog? What dog, Mama?”
She smiled, saying, “Not a real dog, Mary. That man.”
“The mean one?” I asked.
She nodded, and explained, “When we meet a dog that seems mean, or aggressive, growling at us, we never assume the dog was born vicious, right? We assume that something has happened, that the dog has been mistreated or hurt in some way that made it mean. But we don’t give difficult people the same benefit of the doubt, do we?” She smiled. “Maybe we should.”
Make art about compassion, about a moment you learned compassion, or recognized that you needed to respond with compassion.