Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Spring as Art

The fields have become vast stretches of Kelly green again, creating a background, framing the brilliant yellow daffodils, the cherry pink blossoms and white Bradford Pear trees. It’s as though huge hands have framed a piece of art by an Impressionist.

A week before-the-five-day-rain, brilliant colors of early blooming flowers and trees, perked up the nearly undressed forests and sleeping farmland. An image of encouragement appears, that the blossoms are seeking the artist’s brush to continue coloring the earth, fulfilling a partnership.

It seemed as though the ground was waiting for a splash of water to bring it to life (it got a bucketful instead) to make it smile just as I suddenly become content quenching a thirst after a dry run.

This week Van Gogh comes to mind as splotches of amethyst appear in the pastures. I’m seeing what his talent recreated on canvas for us to enjoy all winter. In spring we can see the original.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Books on CD

I’ve reawakened my idea of listening to books on CD. It was great to listen to a story as I was trekking to New Jersey for a long weekend. I arrived without a trace of being tired and without realizing how much time had passed. But when I returned home, I placed the idea in a drawer somewhere to be used for my next long-distance travel.

A few weeks ago as I prepared for an hour fifteen minute drive to Raleigh-not considered long distance now that I live in NC -the idea of books on CD popped into my head. I stopped at the library on the way and restored a good habit.

I took note that whenever I get into my car I’m driving at least 20 minutes and usually longer. That's enough time to get back into the story easily. Now, if I can find some of my favorite authors.........

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Images

Maureen McCarthy Draper once said “Music itself is an image, if you think of an image as Ezra Pound did, as presenting “an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time” . . . .Perhaps the soul needs images more than answers.”
I play music CDs on my computer. In the evening as I sit in my bedroom/office the music soothes my daily chores as I read my current book. The monitor flashes brilliant colors and shapes and images. If my book is absorbing, I ignore the images, but not Mz Lizzie. She is fascinated.
When I show her photos of other cats, she sends me an incredulous look, as if to say “what are you doing?’ That’s just before she raises her chin and majestically strides away from me. But the ‘light’ show on the computer will keep her mesmerized for an hour.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Baby is Born

The Baby is Born! And a relief it is, too. “Pieces of Me” has become “Life & Labyrinth” a name even more fitting once the manuscript came together. It’s a bit like changing your name from the one you carry to honor that old respectable aunt/uncle. You know the names, out-dated and conjuring up images of a stuffy, old codger before anyone gets to meet you personally.

Or you were named after your mother or father so all your life you’re called junior, butch, buddy or number two. Maybe you picked up a nickname to distinguish you from the original, so no one knows your name anyway, unlike being at “Cheers” where everyone knows your name.

Even after the senior passes on, you’re stuck with the derivative. So I say cheers to anyone changing their name to one they like. So, it’s “Life & Labyrinth” now available to you at the Old Bookshop of Bordentown on Farnsworth Ave, Amazon.com and hopefully soon to be at
Barnes & Noble in the Hamilton Marketplace. Or if you can’t get to those places, you can order one from me. Enjoy.