Showing posts with label fish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fish. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Filling the Well: Nellie Bly, Pufferfish, and Danny MacAskill

 
Easter Island, photo by Andrea Vera Sasso

 
 Energy rightly applied and directed
will accomplish anything.

– Nellie Bly
 
 
"Puffer Fish Constructs a Masterpiece of Love" 

 
 
 "Danny MacAskill: The Ridge"
 

 
 

April 12: Beverly Cleary
 
 

Thursday, March 25, 2021

Filling the Well (National Poetry Month)

 
 
Hello, Friends!

I hope you've been well. I've been keeping busy with a little of this and a little of that—staying out of trouble for the most part. While I haven't been very good about participating in Poetry Friday lately, I have been watching the days draw closer and closer to National Poetry Month. The thought of not participating this year was too sad to contemplate, so I put on my thinking cap and came up with a project that I think will be both fun and manageable. 
 
Like many others during this pandemic, I've been revisiting The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. I sort of gave it a mention in my last blog post, but today I'd like to be more direct and introduce a concept from the book Julia Cameron describes as filling the well
In order to create, we draw from our inner well. This inner well, an artistic reservoir, is ideally like a well-stocked trout pond. We've got big fish, little fish, fat fish, skinny fish.... As artists, we must realize that we have to maintain this artistic ecosystem....we must learn to be self-nourishing. We must become alert enough to consciously replenish our creative resources as we draw on them—to restock the trout pond, so to speak.
I've borrowed that idea for my National Poetry Month project. Instead of celebrating poetry, we'll be filling the well and celebrating the genesis of poetry—the inspiration, the artistic ecosystem, the... trout. Or possibly goldfish.
 
ali mosavi sam px
 
Clownfish, perhaps?
 
Oh, you get the idea.



Yes, there will be some poetry, but mostly I'll be playing with the stuff that inspires poetry—
The language of art is image, symbol. It is a wordless language even when our very art is to chase it with words. The artist's language is a sensual one, a language of felt experience....In filling the well, think magic. Think delight. Think fun.
                    – Julia Cameron
I will be playing with quotations—pairing them with art, photography, poems, music, dance... anything that strikes my fancy and gives the words new life. I'm calling them inspirational musings. For those who are familiar with Today's Little Ditty, you will recognize these posts as similar to my Two Line Tuesday and Monday Musing series, with a touch of Poetry in Action to spice things up. The objective is to offer new perspective to the words, enhance our experience of them, and maybe even inspire some poems of our own.
 
I hope you will enjoy diving into the well with me.

Illusion-X
 
aquarium
 
Goldfish
Flash
Gold and silver scales;
They flick and slip away
Under green weed—
But round brown snails
Stick 
To the glass
And stay.
 
from all the small poems and fourteen more, by Valerie Worth
 

You'll find this week's Poetry Friday roundup at Soul Blossom Living, where Susan Bruck is previewing many other ways to participate in National Poetry Month.
 
 

Monday, October 12, 2020

Monday Musing: Indigenous Peoples' Day

 
 
 
Invisible Fish
     by Joy Harjo
 
Invisible fish swim this ghost ocean now described by waves of sand, by water-worn rock. Soon the fish will learn to walk. . . .
 
          Read the rest HERE.
 

 

To date, 14 states (Alabama, Alaska, Hawai'i, Idaho, Maine, Michigan, Minnesota, New Mexico, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Dakota, Vermont, and Wisconsin), the District of Columbia, more than 130 cities, and growing numbers of school districts celebrate Indigenous Peoples’ Day in place of or in addition to Columbus Day. Here are five ideas for celebrating Indigenous Peoples' Day from the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian.


Friday, July 19, 2013

Stung

Moon Jellyfish

I'm not sure if my fascination with the deep ocean is inspired more by awe or dread.  This undersea world both attracts and repels me in equal parts, and as a result, I am left hypnotized.

Creatively, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thanks for stopping by... I hope you enjoy today's little ditty.
 

          Stung

          By the light of your silvery orb
          mysteriously hung
          in air thick with flotsam,
          I mistook your pulse
          for the twinkle of a star
          and sent my wish into the great unknown.
          Over time and tide,
          your sting no longer pains me. 
          Memories washed out to sea.

          © 2013 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.


 


Today's Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by MsMac at Check It Out.  So why don't you go do that... check it out, I mean.