When Lou showed a blog of his hand-formed wooden spoons, I had to brag about all of mine. Here they are in permanent display in my kitchen. I sometimes use 5 per recipe. Easier than rinsing and drying off the same spoon with each ingredient added. I purchased these during years of doing art and craft shows as well as on the street from vendors since I moved to Mexico. I hope Lou will put a link to the blog showing his spoons in comments…
For Travel With Intent’s One Word Sunday: Circle
Click on Photos to enlarge and read the captions.
This is the description of the last photo, which was cut off if you clicked on it to enlarge: This little guy rapped loudly on some tree in the neighborhood until I finally went out to see where he was. But, the minute I went out the door, he would freeze and become invisible. Finally, however, I caught him doing his business, whereupon he promptly flew away and has not returned. Here he is eighty feet up in the tree.
This was one of my posts made exactly one year ago today:
Click on photos to enlarge. Explanations of the sculpture are given below the poem.
Anima/Animus
The sword of guilt is something I continually hone,
and in this I feel that I am surely not alone.
Guile and temper are not exclusively my sin,
for animus is something that we all carry within.
In the early nineteenth century, animus was used to mean “temper” and was typically used in a hostile sense. In 1923, it began being used as a term in Jungian psychology to describe the masculine side of women. The anima as the unconscious feminine side of a man. (Excerpts from Wikipedia)
The photos are of my mixed media sculpture entitled Anima/Animus. The detail in the second photo symbolizes the shattering of the male side of the ego by a feminine consciousness. The metal object in the glass case is a small replica of the instrument used to sever heads from bodies in sacrificial preHispanic temple ceremonies. The hammer shattering the glass is meant to symbolize the gentling effect of the feminine on the masculine.
Prompt words today are animus, guilt, guile, exclusive and alon
For Flashback Friday.
Here’s a wider view of a shot of a Golden Arum-Lily from a few days ago. Judy is bouncing through skies & airports today, heading back home. I’m OkcForgottenMan, posting for her while she’s wi-fi-less.
For Cee’s FOTD prompt.
For Cee’s CFFC Prompt.
Food Fight and Resultant Flight
I dabbed the food flecks off of my face
and skittered at a quickening pace,
my tattered hem dragged from the grasp
of my tormenter’s cruel clasp.
Chattering teeth betrayed that place
where I had ended flight and pace
to squeeze my frame into a nook
where my pursuer would never look.
But, trapped within the prison I chose,
I felt the world around me close.
So, squinting out between the slats,
I spied the confirmation that’s
evidence of that scalding truth
that drove me from seclusion’s booth.
Freedom’s worth more than former wishes
to avoid doing the dishes!!
Prompts for The Sunday Swirl Wordle 614 are: tattered chattering drag dabbed face hem trapped frame squinted cruel flecks skittered scalded
