These photos are from a couple of mornings back. I was up earlier than usual, finding the view breath-taking, I took photos. I’m grateful I was up early enough to witness this, because in a few brief minutes, the marine layer (otherwise known as fog) crept in and clouded the sky, obstructing the view. Everything about the view, changed.
These images are a reminder to me of how every day we are given a new start, the opportunity for a fresh attitude and the chance to find beauty — anywhere and everywhere.
Initial view of the western skyNortheastern skyCaptured the marine layer was encroaching–western sky
I’m grateful for these gentle reminders. What stirs those emotions in you?
Especially during these days, when many of us are struggling with how to respond to life and all the changes challenging our culture and the world, the truth that artists have a duty to reflect the times seems incredibly important.
Creativity comes in different forms and mediums. I encourage you to mine those gifts from within yourself. That may mean painting, dancing, music, writing, building — simply creating something.
My contribution will be a book of poetry, to be revealed later in the year.
Yikes, I’ve told you what my goal is. Now you all know, and may periodically inquire about my progress.
Some ask, how is a story born? Where do you get your ideas? Read below to find a plausible answer to your questions.
The Desert
Stranded in a creative desert Words escape me Nothing to show on paper
Wisps of a scene dance through my mind, then disappear before the words land in my story.
This journey is unsettling Leaving me feeling ill at ease
Besides being dry and barren, deserts are often hot To escape the dullness of these empty days We went to a concert
The outdoor setting provided a great escape from the heat Venue was filled with people enjoying themselves An evening breeze blew in from the ocean A lovely time was had
A threesome unlocked a creative muse within me The characters were all – characters I was certain there was a story beneath the surface
Back home, after a lovely evening of music by the shore, a short story was born
Now, your part…
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Finally Sitting in a quiet space My senses are settling down Sifting through the exposure of this trip.
After landing in the historic, multi-cultural metropolitan area Sights, sounds, smells and flavors all came together at one time.
In one place… Constantly Traffic never stops Sirens punctuate the air Music blares, escaping various doorways Colliding with the sound of those performing in the street.
People walk these streets Holding hands Carrying drinks Smoking The smell of marijuana hangs heavy in the outside air.
Honing my senses to look beyond the surface I find buildings designed in days gone by. Some proudly display hanging baskets and planters overflowing with flowers Set against decorative metalwork balconies and entrance ways. Others, covered with graffiti often host for-sale signs Hoping to lure someone into the neighborhood.
Many small shops emit strong fragrances from within Tobacco from the cigar shop Conflicted florals from candle shops or body works shops Rivaling savory or smoky fragrances from the plethora of eateries All compete against the backdrop scent of overflowing garbage bins and pot wafting through the air.
Cuisine is as varied as everything else in this city Showcasing the multiple cultures that settled and blended here. Surprising Delightful And, so enjoyable! I ate my way through the city with each meal awaking different taste buds.
The people who lived or worked within the city were friendly They genuinely wanted you to enjoy your stay in their city. They were proud of their heritage Sharing stories of their history and the culture’s survival through time.
A few more days removed I recognize how much new historical knowledge I gained while there.
Given the opportunity, The Big Easy could awaken something in you too.
Happy Spring! Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments section.
Between Life and Death
Spring 2020 by Linda L. Flynn
I cut my first bunch of daffodils before Easter.
It snowed during the night. The blooms left for later bent under the weight. Buds not yet open succumbed to the morning snow.
My bunch of daffodils in the living room brought sunshine and the promise of spring to come. I’ve enjoyed this bundle of blooms. I’ve watched the petals on these beautiful blooms first become paper thin. Still beautiful, but the truth of their fragility is now evident.
A few more days and the edges of those paper blooms are dry and wrinkled, some have turned a darker color, others just became more fragile.
How like us. We bud and bloom, bringing sunshine and promise to those around us. Our lives bring beauty to some. Like these blossoms, we don’t even recognize the gradual process of becoming more fragile. Our bones are more brittle, muscle strength steadily disappears, our skin becomes more translucent, and our hair thins.
Like my daffodils, we often fail to recognize these changes until something happens.
Last night brought one of those happenings. I feel like I should howl and be in dissent. Today, I’m weary and wonder, what is this time all about?
Taking chances Isn’t that what life is about? Another journey around the sun. Out with the old, In with the new What does it mean to you?
The sun is shining, lighting up the land around me Blue sky intensifying the colors of the day A light breeze blows beckoning me outdoors Just as the new year beckons me to throw aside caution And enter with wild abandon into the unknown future
The future – …another year older …deeper understanding …new challenges and adventures await …refining or honing skills …giving up unrealistic expectations …savoring the gift of another day …tenderly holding precious memories …valuing relationships …acknowledging more, the power of God’s love …and learning how to walk more in this love
It is all a chance. A chance I take willingly.
Out with the old, In with the new What does it mean to you?
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