I have no words, I am so tired, it is so hard, I'm just not wired. Not wound up, clock no springs, Not tick tock, None of those things. The baby is loud, the kids around, the job so rough, excuses abound. I'll do it tomorrow, you cover today, We are so busy, who reads … Continue reading We shouldn’t write.
You can walk straight through hell with a smile.* For the last year I've been entrenched in a mud filled, water soaked, molding, bleeding, hurting war with depressive thoughts and negative attitudes. I've gone over the top so many times and been shot down just as many. I'm making progress. Even if that progress is … Continue reading Cultivating a Fierce and Vicious Attitude of Optimism.
I sit in the sun. The wind chimes tinkle in a breeze that sweeps around somewhere up above. I breathe in and stare at an empty yard, at wooden fences aged in the wind and rain. My thoughts swell and twist inside. A purposeless morass of frustration and weariness. The stillness creaks. I cannot tell … Continue reading Burn
I will write, to run tonight, motivate me ever right. Tell myself, get off this shelf, get up and out, it will help. Out the door, feet on the floor, into the wind, beg for more. Up a hill, down if I will, around the bend, wind so chill. Run me now, run, run me … Continue reading Running poem
I look at other people's art routinely. I'm a visual learner; I don't need written instructions, I need to see how it was done. So I can't skip this routine, not if I want to continue to grow as an artist. But have you seen the amazing stuff that's out there? I have a Pinterest board … Continue reading On conquering the discouragement of artistry