word play: h.e.a.r.t.

i wish someone would invent thought to blog technology. i have been counting down the days to valentine's day with a silly poetry game -- collecting my favourite words to spell the word HEART.

H is for...
heart
he.art
hear.t
heal. home. hope.here.happenstance.holiday.happy.howl.hello.hi.jinx.hoopla.hogwash.hootnany.hush.have.hold.harmony.heaven.
E is for....
early.event.earnest.eager.elegant.elephant.energy.eat.element.evolution.essential.ear.eye.eon.everyone.evidence.east.elaborate.elevator.emu.eek!

simple bliss

in.bloom

photo courtesy of ruby

beauty is everywhere at the moment. leaves are filling in winter's skeletons. tulips sing spring alive. gathering my own strength too, inspired by ancient divine.

lost song

went to a two year old's birthday party on friday and was charmed by her and her sister, age 6. first it was the balloons. big sis collecting them like blooms in a bouquet. then it was the random outburst of "i lost a song." i think she meant forgot but it captured my imagination. of course, I yelled back "Look under the couch!"

what does a lost song look like?

I imagined a black ball of typed text, when you kick it random lyrics play. it is a magnet for dust bunnies.

i keep having flashes of the lost song, so don't be surprised if this image continues. lately inspiration is everywhere.

bones

the trees have become bones. the gristle of gold gone. the outlines are beautiful, blueprints for the spring.

art.in.progress: dancing squares of light

our bedroom is a light exhibit. we have a window and a set of double doors that house translucent plastic for privacy. a temporary measure. the top 10% is open to the sky. depending on the hour, the sun (and moon) casts tattoos of different sizes of squares on alternating walls. the walls are dreamy blue. simple beauty.

opera by candlelight

the power went out on our street tonight. darkness enveloped the house and the entire street. made the gusty winds rustling in the trees seem spookier. dN lit some bee-z wax candles and sure enough, the muse, the opera singer on the other side of the wall, decided to take the darkness as an opportunity to practice. the faint smell of honey was a nice touch...the lights came back on and the spell was broken.

raspberries + green tomatoes

neighbours have given us these garden delights this week. seems like edible art.in.progress. last night a soulful trumpet could be heard out the window.

sky

stared up at the sky this afternoon, art.in.progress. air planes leaving white lines cris-crossed against perfect blue. black birds flying in a V, so much beauty. i just felt grateful to witness it. an indian summer weekend full of sun and deluxe moments. life is a gift a wise woman told me recently. savouring it.

lights, camera, action!

there was a beautiful thunder and lightning storm last night. turned off all the lights and just enjoyed the spectacle from my bedroom window. so lovely. art.in.progress.

jazz in the afternoon

one of my favourite rituals at the moment is soaking up the afternoon sun with dN in the backyard. i usually do physio, rest. or make some cards. he tends to taming the overgrown garden or tinkers with his bike. the next door neighbour might be a jazz singer, it is sublime hearing soulful bits floating out the window. always feels like a gift. we also play the imaginative what if games. like what if you were a fabulous chef but had to eat kraft dinner for every meal to keep your talent. the minute you didn't, you would lose it all. would you do it? today's line of inquiry centered around discovering a dead version of yourself from the future. what would you do? what if there was a newspaper with future winning lottery numbers, would you play them?

light tattoos

short lapse in posts due to moving antics. i am either caught in nostalgia or feeling overwhelmed with things to do. here's one bit of nostalgia to share. i will miss the way the leaded glass window in the bedroom casts beautiful patterns, like tattoos on the walls. the tattoos shift as the light hits them at different angles during the day. it is art, light magic.