Welcome to Thursday's series Finding the Muse.
I've been inspired by many animals and many words, so that's today's focus. Inspiration from traveling with our poodle and seeing new things.
First stop off at AAA for some travel info... let your poodle do the talking.
After we got maps and tourbooks I found a cool travel purse, and as luck would have it... it was marked way down in price, Yea!
I liked this sign... it says Find Joy in the Journey That fits in with our inspirational posts doesn't it? Finding your Muse Sometimes you set an intention of living a creative life, and see what comes in that journey. On this day at the poetry festival I found the muse in my poodle.
One after another poets stood at the front of the tent and read their work. That was inspirational to me. You know I love words.
Much of it was prose, so there was a merging of stories and poetry. Live performance is always so dynamic, one doesn't know what a person will say or how they will say it that day.
|See Husband in hat, and dog along side|
Drew and Cole sat down to listen, and as smart as that poodle is, he isn't interested in poetry. He made himself at home. We didn't expect to find a health fair, a wedding and a poetry reading at the Rose Garden. Inspiration is all around us and I found myself wanting to draw.
Everyone was very kind to step around Cole who is not well. I haven't discussed it here but he is not well and tires easily. He loves to walk and meet people and dogs but if a chance for a nap appears he takes it.
Drew took a walk around the grounds while I did watch-dog duty.
Luckily I had my sketchbook and pencils with me so as I listened to poetry I sketched Cole. I was standing so that set my perspective. Mid-way he sat up a bit, sensing I was concentrating on him. The day was very inspiring, the words, the beauty of flowers, the people doing reike under tents, the wedding, the colors, and my boy...
|I don't know why it looks pink here... camera tricks|
I am not trained in drawing. I was told, draw what you see not what you think is there. I sketch for the love of it, laying down lines without over thinking it. I colored Cole in with purple just because... I tried to capture the sense of folding-chairs and people's legs.
The words are my poem that day, of the moment...
There is something compelling about not planning "creation" just allowing it to happen.
Listening to Poetry
People, strangers, surround him.
Lying in the grass---He makes himself at home
Wherever he is...
Seeking comfort from heat and old bones
Secure, trusting his people will not leave him as he sleeps the sleep of old dogs who no longer hear.
Not even poetry being read.
"I lived it, he thinks"
Have an inspiring day, and I hope you think about the inspiration all around you. Draw something...
find all four Muse posts HERE