Saturday, August 18, 2018

Just Breathe A writing prompt

the words for today's writing prompt come from Sunday's whirligig.

It's a good way to stretch one's creativity, to let yourself imagine how to turn 12 words into a complete story. Sometimes I want to see how short a story can be to feel complete and compelling.

It's fun to read what others do with the words. Quilters do challenges to see what they can make with certain fabrics, it's all the same process. It gets you outside yourself a little.

Today's words are :

ripens, turns, walk, spine, horse, measure, cancer, belts, silver, belongs, empty, pleasure

My story is...

The late summer sun was busy ripening the last of the apples, the colors reminded him of Christmas.

That blush of red against green leaves was comforting.

 He turned the horse's head to walk between two trees, reached out and grabbed an apple as he passed. What pleasure there is in normal daily activity if one takes a moment to note it.

 He had to measure the fence to be repaired today. It was just another task for the farm, and one he didn't mind doing today. It was mindless yet satisfying to do.

The silver color of his stirrups flashed in the morning sun.
This was like meditation he thought.

If he concentrated on just this moment, the way the breeze felt, the way the air smelled, the feeling of his beloved horse's spine supporting them both, he believed he might be able to empty his mind of worries for a moment.

They might have to tighten their belts for a few months, in order to help pay for his Dad's cancer treatments, but that was okay. The doctor said it was treatable, which was a modern miracle. His Dad still had a lot of living to do, and there was much to learn from him yet.

His horse took careful steps along the path which opened up to the sunrise. They were like one being this morning. He stopped thinking and just breathed.

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Friday, August 17, 2018

Bravery and celebration

Artists put themselves, their interpretations, into whatever medium they use.

Aretha Franklin was like no other and is an inspiration to me to bravely put self expression into life.

We may spend our days being afraid of what people think of us. We may not even be aware of what we truly feel or think about things. We could be hampered by self doubt or have been beaten down by abuse or circumstances, into hiding who we really are.

Let's think about it today.
Who are we?

We are all unique and are the only ones who bring our set of history, beliefs, talents, fears, desires, passions, etc to life. We have a unique mix of intelligence, of abilities, and a unique way of seeing the world, we just forget that.

We are at once different and alike.

It's our responsibility to bring our unique selves to the party. And our responsibility to accept the unique offerings of other people as well.

In the day to day world of survival, we sometimes push aside our offerings to the world.

Do you want to celebrate your offerings or hide them?

I am older, I have lived over half a life time, sometimes hiding, sometimes sharing, but have learned that it is important to remember who you are and what you have to offer the world.

The ultimate bravery is showing the world who you truly are. 

Ten different people can sing a song, and it should  sound different with each interpretation, while the underlying notes are the same. The structure is the same for all of us, but the interpretation is different. Different is okay, and brings richness to life if we can resist the urge to feel threatened by it.

Will we celebrate our difference or hide it?

Some people are judgemental of differences, and I wonder does that come from fear or hate, does hate come from fear at it's base?

Imagine all of us free to interpret life our way  and being accepted for our individuality.

 Imagine viewing others with interest, and acceptance.

Imagine being free enough to enjoy the unique expression of others.

This kind of celebration of spirit cannot thrive in an atmosphere of of fear, distrust, anger, and hatred.
Do the people you listen to, the people who lead countries, believe each of us has an offering and a way of contributing to the whole? Are they comfortable enough to allow others to be their best selves? Are we being our best self?

Will we be brave enough to sing a song our own way?

Thursday, August 16, 2018

I Like Thursday #102

 Welcome to this week's list of likes!
I like the windmill's in our neighborhood. They are landmarks for neighbors to know where you are in the 'hood

One person is taking a picture of the windmill from the same angle each day for a year. For some photography project, great idea.

I liked joining Sams club again, and finding these containers of just the right size for paints!
In case you want some.
My studio space is very small here, so I am taking part of the living room for storage, and have to figure out what goes where. I think my paints, sketchbooks, and writing materials will live here as that's where I use them anyway.

I love history, and history books. I found this at our library and it had old pictures of people and places in Denver.

I have poured over it many times, enjoying details from 1800's
I look at who might be in a window, at the clothing, at the store merchandise and adverts painted on buildings. I just love looking at old photos.

I visited a quilt shop this weekend and saw this cool "sewing tutu" Isn't that clever? And the jar had a flamingo pin cushion on the lid!!!

 I met with a fellow blogger last week, Colette,
 and our pups played while we chatted. Milo was quite taken with Bobbin who using her hands to tell him a story in this picture.  I like meeting online friends in person.

I liked seeing the lake at this park, with pelicans which I've not seen in a long time
I've been listening to Laura Nyro this week, she has the most incredible phrasing, voice and piano skills. This song is always appropriate
Save the country on youtube

For a quiet and gorgeous song listen to this one, just let yourself be carried away on the rise and fall of her voice:
Upstairs by a chinese lamp

I liked seeing this amarylis at a friend Sara's house, she said she thought the leaves could use some sun, and boing! It bloomed again!
Now it's Milo's turn... he's been a very patient poodle...

Milo's Moments

One of the things I like best is dogs dogs dogs! I met and had play dates with these two cuties this week! Their Mama/grandma brought them over. They were older so our games were more quiet than I usually play, we played "sniff around" and "bark at the poodle" 
(ed. note: the schnauzer passed away days later from a heart condition, at age 14. Play hard in Heaven little one) 

I liked being invited to my friend Murphy's house for a tasting...not a Wine tasting Silly!!

We're both only 1 years old!!! Way too young for wine, so we tasted water...
It was a nice water, cool, from the inside house, so we tasted each other's bowls then took off for play time. That guy is FAST so we run a LOT at his house. He's a Welsh Terrier and a good pal.

I liked this sandwich joint that made turkey pastrami reubens for us at a festival
 It's fun to get out and smell different smells. I also played hard with a booth keeper's dog, we're the same age and wanted to get our teeth on each other!!! I sure wish she lived closer, but anytime you get to play you should do it! 
So I do! 
Don't worry about the next time, just have fun THIS time!!!

Am I right?  

So Mama asked me to say, if you want to do a like post, to let her know and she'll add your link in. 

Whatever that means! I'm just Milo the super poodle! And I gotta go rearrange my toy box, so you just sit! Stay! And visit these guys!


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Thursday, August 9, 2018

I Like Thursdays #101 chickens, cranes, chili's and a poodle

Milo:  Mama let me start this week! Welcome to this week's list of likes by me, Milo the super Poodle! I love my indestructible chicken! It takes a biting and keeps on cluckin" ! I got one wing off, and it's not like they say... it didn't taste like chicken, BOL! Snort! wha' ??

LeeAnna: Okay, okay, I'll just step in here and do my list first shall I?
Milo: well, okay, but I'll be over here in case that chicken gets out of hand!
LeeAnna: Good to know I'm safe in your paws, darling. Welcome to this week's list of likes!

I like the old chili pepper lights that no longer work but are bright and cheerful against the walls here. I just clipped off the chord and this welcomes me home.Yes, I kept lights that didn't work.

 I changed out tote bags and am using a Flamingo one for summer...

We went to Breckenridge for a craft show this weekend, sorry not to take pics but the artists here do not want pics of their work on a blog. After seeing the show we shopped around town and I found these little tongs
How cute are they? Perfect for little stuff like a cheese tray or luncheon meat at a party. Or to pinch your poodle, lol.
I liked seeing my angel on the bakers rack again. Glad to find it!
I liked the contrast of green trees in the neighborhood
and seeing this planter
It's a metal colander painted turquoise! What a great idea!
I like whatever bush this is that is all over the neighborhood. Really purple and lush!
I loved the shadow found on the sidewalk on today's walk... what is this tree?
 Whatever it is, lots of the fruit got knocked off by large hail in last night's storm.

I love fabric! I washed some gifts this week so I got to handle the fabric even though the studio is not set up.
flamingos from Nancy
All the way from Maui... Mary went on her anniversary and brought back these lovelies for me

Isn't it astounding how artful fabric is??
She said this is specific to the shop, and has some very pretty scenes to use. Plus the other fabrics have hula girls, ukelele's and palm trees

I bought this one to go with my 1950's/ 1960's stash of fabric,   I have a plan...
and got a yard of these flowers for Mary, and a wee half yard for fresh, who could resist!
I liked going to the mountains this weekend
Driving up and down steep roads, back and forth around curves
didn't see one of those but we saw a lot of traffic.
One of the artists amused himself by folding teensy little paper cranes, and gave me one
It's probably about a half inch nose to tail!! I saw a display of large ones hanging in a store, and decided I need to make some too.

Here is a great long list of cozy mysteries series... why, a person could be kept quite busy reading all these authors and their series!

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Milo's Moments:

 Hi again, I like watching the yard, and chasing off all the bunnies stupid enough to come in this week!! I'm staying away from that attack Pomeranian at the fence, but the bunnies are fair game. I'll let you know if I ever catch any.

I like going WITH my pawrents, not hearing "Milo stay here in your crate"
Oh no you don't! Take me too!
Last weekend we went to a craft show a million hours away (ed. note: it's more like 1.5 hours) and I visited with lots and lots of dogs, and looked at lots and lots of art.

 I like pottery best. Yep, bowls are always worth a look, they could be holding a treat.

thanks for coming over, and check out mama's friends who also wrote a happy post of likes.

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Sunday, August 5, 2018

a writing prompt... lessons from the sea

the writing prompt this week comes from (Sunday whirl)

                                   Lessons from the sea

She walked along the water's edge, hearing the soft swish of tide and feeling the soft sand squish around her toes as she moved. She smelled a whiff of coppertone and heard a gull call out they found a fry on the seashore. She felt clean air as it gently brushed over the little hairs on her arms.

Should she find shade from the sun, intense in the late afternoon. Intensifying as a child does just before bed, intense in the lower angle as it colored the sky, intense in it's daily goodby to the people watching it's descent into the horizon.

No, just walk and try to forget the slights she heard earlier in the day.

Why are criticisms so much stronger than compliments?

She had gained weight the last month, as she sat here watching her mother draw closer to her own sunset. She had eaten as if food could bring her the comfort she lacked. She was too tired to make healthy choices so her body had stored her dinners for later as if pasta and fried food should be kept for eternity.

Her mother was nearly all bones in contrast to her growing waistline.  Even her wig looked big on her as she turned her head on her pillow. The skein of wool in old veined hands looked round and plump next to her mom.

Little tendrils of soft water tickled her feet as it entwined round her toes.

She looked down at the water receding. Leaving her. The difference was the water would return in a moment, to swirl and twirl and twine around her again as if the sea had returned to get the shells it left behind.  She thought to bend over to pick one up, but suddenly felt self conscious about her new weight. She certainly didn't want to hear one more comment about her thighs, as if they were a topic of conversation.

With all the chaos, disasters, discontent, and problems in the world why would anyone feel the right to comment on her weight! A stranger no less! Did that make them finally feel superior and take their minds off their own discontent?

She was ashamed of her new fat cells, and herself since hearing the jokes at her expense. She paid the price for their humor in shame and regret. But why? Why should she care what a stranger thought of her? And why would a stranger throw verbal stones at her?

If she just focused on the shame of her new-found fat she wasn't thinking of the impending loss... but the loss will be there anyway... no purpose in looking the other way.

It was as natural as tide coming in and going out, life. It comes and goes, when it comes in it surrounds you in comfort, and when it goes you miss it. No amount of food will change the tide. She knew she'd lose the weight after she found her place in the world without her mom. She knew she was no less important because she now found comfort in eating despite the ugly words of a stranger.

She felt the pain of misjudgement  that held hands with it's fellow pain of loss that  seemed stronger somehow in it's numbers.

The tide came back in, and tickled her toes. She dug into the sand with them, feeling the change of stability under her feet as it subtly shifted her weight. She was still standing despite the ebb and flow.

A gull dropped part of a fry at her feet and she looked down, and stepped over it on her way back to the car.

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Thursday, August 2, 2018

I Like Thursday #100

welcome to this momentous week of likes!
This is my 100th "I Like" post and no one is more surprised than I am to have done it consistently for 100 posts!  Keeping track of the things I like each week has helped me immensely. It's easy to focus on things that need changing, that might have gone wrong, or the slights of life, but remembering the good things keeps life in balance.

I love the color red, and put the mixer on our counter this week, and draped my vintage stitched towels over it. I love vintage kitchen items!!!
I like looking over there and seeing this vignette.
the grant wood american gothic done with cows is a potholder, the framed print from one jaunt to New Orleans...

I loved this movie, based on real life
" Philomena"
I was struck by the story, an Irish girl deals with unscrupulous nuns who take her in for having a baby out of marriage. They judge her, and disrupt the search that she and her son were doing to find each other. Yet... she forgave them in the face of one calling her sinful.

The journalist helping her in the search said he wouldn't be able to forgive, but Philomena said she didn't want to live with the anger. I'm adopted and know virtually nothing about my birth parents, and would love to find a bit of family. Anyway...

I liked finding this lumbar pillow on sale at home depot this week, as it is so pretty on the sofa

 I really liked the mix of colors in the rose bouquet I found at the supermarket this weekend
what is it about fresh flowers? And the flower section smelled heavenly
We worked on opening book boxes and started organizing them into sections including this one shelf for our beloved dogs,  Chelsea and Cole:
 We put their urns, pictures and mementos  in a shelf of honor. It is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. As we opened and unwrapped boxes, sometimes crying a little, 

 I liked that Milo provided comic relief... in his words:
Milo: "those papers aren't going to recycle themselves. Mama would toss the paper to the side, and it was obvious that I had work to do to shred it!
You're welcome!"

We would hear a noise from another room, then realize it was the third member of our little tribe shredding paper, and as the mother of any child knows, when they do a chore without being asked it's a bonus!

I liked this view while writing this post, of an old musical...
Gene Kelly, my fave dancer, with Frank Sinatra. I love old musicals.

We went to a craft show on Saturday in Cheesman park and I loved that my pup was so good with dogs and kids...
We all just dropped the leashes and the dogs ran like wild things in the open area, staying near us. This malamute was a few years older than Milo and threw herself against my legs when they were done. A gentle giant twice the size of baby Milo.

and this was like looking in a mirror!
This Parti-poodle's people said they adopted him at 9 months from the breeder because they really wanted a parti colored one but not a small puppy. Bentley was not interested in Milo at all, but the humans compared notes poodle wise while these two just got a lot of passerby's attention.

I loved the craft show and wanted many things, especially these stacked rings, and if they'd been big enough for my finger, I'd have gotten them. Ordering  doesn't have the same excitement...
I liked my story from last week's writing prompt so much, I've written 10 more chapters. I feel such an affinity for the characters... my story is not full of murder and mayhem, it's kind and funny and real, and it's been fun to write more of  it each day. The link to chapter one is here:  CLick !

I loved watching another "who do you think you are UK" with a comedian named Sarah Millican. I looked her up and found this show on youtube. It was so funny I had to share it with you...

Milo's Moment:
Barking out loud! Is it Thursday already!
I'll tell you about my mornings... I love getting up with Daddy and sorting out the back yard. Sometimes there are bunnies to chase off, sometimes people are walking by and need a word or two from me as they pass. 
 sometimes the three little dogs who live behind us with their dad, Mr. David, are out. 
Yo! Milo! Come baaaaaack!

Oh don't worry! If they are out you'll know it as the Pomeranian is very chatty, and the corgi is too. They are forever calling me back to the fence for a romp!
We will run back and forth and bark up a storm, laughing and panting til our paw-rents hold their paws over their ears! What fun! If they aren't out, I go over and look through the fence and call them. 
I wish Daddy would cut down the speed bumps in my way. Lots of times Mr David comes over to pet me, and I love that so much I forget how soft humans are and grab his hand with my enormous poodle teeth! I don't bite down, just let him know how much I love him! He's so funny always saying  "Hello Milo, no bite, what a good boy!"

Some humans are just so cute aren't they?

If I can't call Cinnamon out, I go ahead and check the entire yard for bunny invaders...
before coming back in to help and guard Mama. I love her. It's one reason why I keep the yard safe.

Now sit! Stay! clickety click on these other people also listing their likes for the week!
and remember..."Bark like you mean it!"

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