Playing with paper pulp
Under
Redwood trees was the
Penultimate, but not the
Only
Special
Experience
Fulfilling my life.
Until I lose
Life, I hope to be
Living
It
Fully. Life is as
Exciting as we make it!
“I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.” – Kurt Vonnegut
The prompt today was “Purpose.” https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/purpose/
This is a wonderfully written report of a special teacher of special needs kids. Don’t miss reading it.
I’ve had this piece in my Drafts folder for a week now, and have rewritten it at least as many times. It started factual and sappy,and I’m hoping it settles on enlightening, funny & sincere with only a hint of sap. What caused so much drama in my life that it took me a WEEK to blog about? It was the milestone of my youngest kiddo Aria graduating Preschool. Now pick your butt off the floor and stop laughing! I’m NOT (exactly) mourning the end of preschool. Rather, I’m trying trying to properly honor one of the most underestimated occupations out there: School Teachers. Specifically “special education” preschool teachers and Paraprofessionals. Let me ‘splain.
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Traffic in Mexico definitely has a wider definition!
Pisco is a brandy produced in winemaking regions of Peru and Chile. Made by distilling grape wine into a high-proof spirit, it was developed by 16th century Spanish settlers as an alternative to orujo, a pomace brandy that was being imported from Spain. Hopefully, the term “vintage” still applies, since somewhere along the line it was wine! I viewed the process in Peru. I still have a bottle I’ve been saving. Hope it is still good.
https://hughsviewsandnews.com/2016/05/31/hughs-weekly-photo-challenge-week-27-vintage/
This is a piece I did a few years ago entitled “The Circus.” It deals with that part of us that wants to run away and join the circus. The porcelain doll has my mother’s face superimposed on it. Over my mother’s face, I put several layers of Frida Kahlo’s face, peeled off in varying degrees. Over Frida’s face is a miniature antique paste mask that can be pulled aside or allowed to fall into place. In her hands are a tiny pair of silver scissors and around her waist is a tiny bag woven of morning glory vines. She rises out of a toy chest decorated with Loteria cards. On the chair to her left is a small clown figure with wings. He is painting a portrait of Frida. Many discarded portraits of her lie crumpled and discarded on the floor. They are all the same. Below him are circus animals and a juggler who have spilled from the pages of a tiny journal that has a story written inside about creativity, sides of the brain, intuition vs. reason and imitation vs. unique inspiration. The overall piece is about the importance of coming from a unique place in ourselves rather than depending upon judgement and imitation. For me, the purpose of art is that experience of going into new realms of ourselves—to allow ourselves to do what most of us couldn’t do when we were young—to run away to join the circus!
Since a few people commented on the India Shot seeds yesterday, I thought I’d take a photo of the one bloom I found on the plant today:
The India Shot is a lily closely related to the canna–the yellow spotted flower that has grown in abundance in my lower garden since before I bought the house. The India Shot I introduced, not realizing it was even in the same family. I like to think I brought the seed from my garden in the states, but I don’t think I did. Ah well, I brought the memories of it with me. The Indian army once actually used the very hard seeds of this plant as shot when they ran out of ammo. It is said that people picked up the used shot, planted it, and it grew even after being fired from a gun! I love plants with stories. Love anything with a story, as a matter of fact.
Go here to see the interesting seed pod and “shot” seed for this flower: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2016/05/30/indian-shot-flower-of-the-day-may-30-3016/
Blankety Blank
I’ve no one but myself to thank
for this prison cell so small and dank,
for when I went to rob that bank,
the truth is, if I’m being frank,
I was a doofus––a real wank.
In short, my planning really stank.
For when my gun I chanced to yank
to use against that man of rank
who challenged me as feckless crank,
my confident demeanor sank;
for I fear I drew a blank!
The prompt today was “Blank.” https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blank/
From a spare black dog to a spare cookie, sparing is ok ok. Be sure to bring your spare junk over to Jan and she’ll make something else wonderful out of it. Spare petals from my Poinsettia tree collect on bird of paradise mega leaves. The landscape may be spare, but there is always beauty there—like this lovely little cactus or the lone bird in the blue sky.
And a spare dog dish can’t hurt, either!
