Under the Snow...

"Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow."
~ R. H. Newell

It Rained Love

raining Love, 10x10 on canvas

(still deciding if it's in progress or not)

And through the murky skies

It rained Love.

Mind Race (or Playing with Poetry)

A spectator on the sidelines

I watch.

While Decision waits at the finish line

Buoyancy and Apprehension

jostle for position with Reason,

leaving All-knowing Intuition far behind the peloton.

~ SG

A Love Story for You

When I saw this video on Liz' blog a few days ago I knew I'd be putting it up here today.

I'd never heard of StoryCorps, an oral history project whose mission is to record, share and preserve life stories. From their Website:

The heart of StoryCorps is the conversation between two people who are important to each other: a son asking his mother about her childhood, an immigrant telling his friend about coming to America, or a couple reminiscing on their 50th wedding anniversary. By helping people to connect, and to talk about the questions that matter, the StoryCorps experience is powerful and sometimes even life-changing.

What a gift.

This story made me weep and restored hope that true Love is not just a figment of our imagination or the making of a good movie. This is the real, beautiful deal.

Happy Love Day to you and yours.

Random Saturday Thoughts

view from Cassie's perspective, featuring funky '70s tile kitchen floor

and straight ahead: future dining room gallery wall

February can be a tough month for me. The blahs hit me every year, luckily with each one my toolkit for dealing with them becomes bigger and deeper.

I'd love to create a documentary or something in the style of a silent film.

Someday soon I will get on a plane because I want to go places.

The dog is making a "nest" with the blankets on my bed right now to find a perfect sleep position.

The house is a mess. It's serving me less and less that way.

There are plenty of things I'd rather do than clean.

But the dirtier the house, the smaller that list of things get.

I'd like to practice painting faces and figures. Maybe one a week?

When I was a kid I used to draw all the time, copying other photos or images. I could do that again now just to practice.

I might be more resilient than I think I am.

We're looking at purchasing an art hanging system to create a gallery wall in our dining room. It would house revolving exhibits, and maybe a play space for temporary vignettes. I can't wait.

I'd like to learn how to use the manual options on my point & shoot. Maybe when I clean I'll find my camera's user manual. That would help.

I'm considering writing a series of memoir-like pieces in the form of vignettes, snapshots or poems. I think it would be fun.

I love reading children's books about writing and art. They're usually much less intimidating than those written for adults.

One of the favourite corners of my home is my library nook, the one with the big round cushion with pompoms that I can sit on when I browse my favourite books. I could do a blog series on corners of my home - but only once I've cleaned it.

I think I've just about exhausted the thoughts I wanted to share here. It's time to start a load of laundry. Or write a vignette.