You, who are full of the most delicious words, who have the gift of story and poetry, who use these delectable creatures every day. Give me your words! I promise to use them wisely. The groups I work with LOVE them! boondoggle, bamboozle, thingamajigger, whatchamacallit, swagger, bouffant…which reminds me. Below is a video which will trigger fun sound words right out of you! (G rated- You need this version because the teens’ faces say it all!)
– Bulbous Bouffant.
I use these words for my work in Poetry Therapy, a medium which assists others in healing.
I LOVE texture! I’m a curious girl who is a kinesthetic learner. I like to touch everything!!!…consequently I also like to make everything a musical instrument because I feel rhythm all over.
This week my daughter took me with her to a business conference. While she worked, I got to check out the hotel. There were some great textures! The first one is of some posts that framed an entrance to a restaurant. They were in the shape of a vase and made of wood…it was carved! And the second was a mirror that was framed in metal. Very cool mirror.
And the last one is something my dad made for me for my 25th birthday to remind me of all the people who loved me in Texas.
My daughter and I watch Master Chef. For me, it’s spending time with her, but it’s also fun to watch these hopeful chefs create something from nothing and how they face personal challenges and how they transform from the first to last episode. In the latest episode, there were two chefs, Leslie and Ahran, who clearly didn’t like each other from working together on previous challenges, warring out loud on television. AND, they got paired together for a cooking challenge. Everyone hoped this would have a dramatic, chaotic, train wreck effect because these two were so different! (age, gender, and very different cultural backgrounds) Onlookers, including the t.v. audience and fellow chefs, were wanting these heated rivals to fail, but I was secretly pining for them to find common ground, their love of cooking and creating.
As the episode unfolded, it was the rival’s turn to have their dish tasted. You could tell from their faces that they were proud of what they had created TOGETHER. My wishes came true! Each of the chefs found value in what the other chef had to offer to this cooking creation and “brought it to the table” per say. When the Master Chef’s tasted it, they were pleasantly surprised.
As I’ve been on this blogging journey the first time through art, and this second time through stories and poetry, I have come to realize the same common ground, our love for creating…leaving behind all our prejudices, whatever they may be…religion, gender, race, political backgrounds…to enjoy beauty, to create beauty, to inspire beauty. If the people of our world focused more on how we are alike than different. If we found ways to work together on a UNITED FRONT…If people are for us, who could be against us kind of concept…What are the possibilities?
Yes, I learned the possibility of World Peace from watching Master Chef….
I was going to write a blog post about social media and how I’ve been paring down my use of it, because I’m finding it to be not all that social or the best media for me at the moment. After discussing with a fellow author how disappointing Twitter is (and she cleverly described T. as “like a 4-lane highway at rush hour with cars bumper-to-bumper. It makes me nervous”), I realized what bothers me isn’t not being able to navigate and use Twitter properly, but more the barrage of Tweeps who constantly tweet: Look at me! Aren’t I clever! Buy my book!
Now I’m not saying that I don’t do some self-promotion on there, but I do try to balance that with tweets of value to others, including promoting fellow authors. And I also offer, up front in my profile, what I am prepared do for other Tweeps. Most…
Many years ago, while going assisting a friend of getting out of a toxic relationship, I was inspired to write a poem. You see, when a woman is abused, physically, sexually or emotionally, there are scars that won’t heal, like the ones that tell you that you are less than worthy, and no matter who else talks to her of her beauty, even people who know her inside and out, she won’t believe it. She believes she has brought this disgrace and shame upon herself and that she deserves the treatment. Someday, I want to be that mirror that reminds those women of their beauty and reflect true images. Upon reading this to a friend, he remind me that this could hold true for anyone. *
Many years ago, while going assisting a friend of getting out of a toxic relationship, I was inspired to write a poem. You see, when a woman is abused, physically, sexually or emotionally, there are scars that won’t heal, like the ones that tell you that you are less than worthy, and no matter who else talks to her of her beauty, even people who know her inside and out, she won’t believe it. She believes she has brought this disgrace and shame upon herself and that she deserves the treatment. Someday, I want to be that mirror that reminds those women of their beauty and reflect true images. Upon reading this to a friend, he remind me that this could hold true for anyone. *
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