I intended to post this here to begin with, but messed up. Still getting used to being back, and there are changes to WordPress since I’ve been away that are tripping me up a bit as well. Anyway, I went to reblog it and accidentally reblogged it to my blog too. LOL…so I’m posting it here too. I WILL get used to this again. :)
Amid the silence
Soft whispers of wind
Soothe my restless soul
This was a poem I wrote last year, July 26 to be precise. I haven't written much new material for awhile...have been busy with other things and kind of have set all that writing on the shelf for a good while. But lately I've been reading through a lot of it again.
I'm posting this poem again not because there's any particular kind of drama going on at the moment in my life...just something I was talking about recently with a friend, and about taking the drama and finding comedy within it as much as possible.
I haven't been back here in so long I couldn't remember my password. I am as a result seriously behind on notifications, and I apologize if you have commented for no reply. Life has been busy, but there's much to be thankful for.
Since I've been here, I completed my massage therapy schooling. YAY! I took the National exam on Monday and passed that, so have sent off for my license, and am thankful about that.
It's a bit too cold up here in Alberta to grow the ornamental cherry trees you'll find in warmer southern climes, but we're not complaining. Especially when the double flowering plums (Prunus triloba 'Multiplex') put on a show like they are this spring.
Double flowering plums stopping traffic in front of Captain John Palliser Elementary School, Calgary, Alberta
Chalk one up for having the perseverance and determination to trudge through that fiendishly long winter!
For over thirty years, I’ve illustrated food. I loved the challenge of rendering fruit; each variety had beautiful colors and textures to capture.
With peaches, I always used an opaque medium (usually colored pencil) for the reflected light at the edges of the fruit. This gave the impression of “fuzz” because opaque mediums have a bluish cast.
Just for fun, I’ve included some other fruit images in addition to peaches on labels groupings.
These paintings were rendered with markers, colored pencils and/or watercolor dyes. My motto is “whatever works.” I have a blog where I describe my technique and have a lot more information. It is at:
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Hi everyone …I would like to reintroduce myself as I have been gone for a few months. My name is Tim , my blog is timzauto…Hello to everyone new here …I have read some great stuff today. I have recently came to the conclusion that my priority’s have been strewn about , so I have freed up time to begin posting again and getting to know 20 lines again . I greatly enjoy posting here and hope to read everyone’s wonderful writing soon. I also hope to start a poetry challenge weekly again in hopes everyone will take part and enjoy. Thanks for your time and hope to read you soon…timzauto
Mary you're covered in roses
you're covered in ruin
you're covered in secrets
you're covered in treetops
you're covered in birds
who can sing a million songs
without any words.
'Mary', Patti Griffin
For as long as anyone could remember she was there every spring in the same spot, her own safe corner of the garden center answering questions about the roses she tended wearing her familiar garb a uniform, the well worn wide brimmed straw hat circled with a thin black silk ribbon, an oversized faded to almost white denim shirt sleeves twice rolled neatly, the tail of the billowing shirt reaching mid thigh her torso hidden, loose fitting, faded and frayed Levis folded to just above her ankles showing white cotton socks, black canvas Keds the white rubber banding forever soil stained.
hhmmm….it seems the wonderful WordPress community is quite determined to bring this shy, perpetual corner dweller out from behind the shadow of his poetry and prose, and again into the spotlight of writing directly about myself. Well, forever the optimist who will always look to the bright side, at least The Versatlie Blogger Award asks for only 7 personal details, The Liebster requested a whopping 11! :-)
Although, this has been easier for me the second time around. :-)
As I did mention last time, I’m a little uncomfortable with awards and drawing attention to myself, but i do believe in thanking those who have been profoundly generous with their praise, and in that vein I have to thank Sreejit Poole in his kindness and generosity for this nomination.
If you haven’t visited his wonderful inspiring blog Of Mind Or Matter yet, I wholeheartedly and absolutely recommend that you should.
My acceptance speech is an enormous and heartfelt Thank You to new friends and old, and all of you who have so generously given your ‘likes’, your time taken to read my words and to offer such encouraging comments.
This is also a very Special Thank You to my family at 20 Lines A Day,
to Melissa Hazzard for creating 20 Lines and her incredibly warm welcome, kjpgarcia on whose blog I saw the 20 Lines A Day link and whose poetry I’m in continual awe of and all the 20 Lines members who, through the special month of April gave a fearful novice the confidence and encouragement to continue writing poetry.
You have given this long dormant artist the gift of his creativity again, because poetry has now become my daily meditation and honestly there are no words to tell you what that means to me.
Thank You from the bottom of my heart.
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Well yesterday, the 10th of May, our Hummingbirds finally made it back here to spend the summer with us.
As I sat playing frisbee with JT I had a female hummingbird sit upon the clothes line just to the left of where I was sitting. She looked healthy and I was glad to have just hung fresh sugar-water out for them.