Movement / June 6, 2025

June 6, 2025

Movement

Pep in My Step

my little black stone of a heart?
the one lodged dark in my chest
a few days back?

a pebble in my shoe,
so to speak,
signifying through pain
the chafing of
thinking brain
against
knowing heart

i shook the pebble out—
minuscule, black, heart-shaped!—
retied my shoe
began walking again
straight and true

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work in progress

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Notes about poem and art: “Pep” is a postscript to prayer and opening. The art in progress above is at a turning point. Everything always in movement, shifting, changing.

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   carol lee

   June 6, 2025 at 4:46 am

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   Glad you moved on with the painting and removed that pebble from you shoe/heart!

   Lots going on here. A dialog between yellows, darks, fine line scribbles. Who in the end will take the lead?

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 6, 2025 at 5:20 am

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      oh! terrific question for the artist (yours truly) to ask, i.e. who in the end will take the lead (which was the question with the little black stone of a heart situation as well). onward! movement!

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   roseanne333

   June 7, 2025 at 10:25 am

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   There are such evocative visuals in this poem, Dotty. I read and reread it several (4?, 5?, more) times and found something each time. “the chafing of thinking brain against knowing heart” – my favorite. I can feel that one in my bones. I love the meandering asemia – you knew I would. 

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 7, 2025 at 10:53 am

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      Roseanne! Such a gift to get your feedback here, to have you reflect back that you found such evocative visuals, discovering something each time you reread “Pep in My Step.” I love that “the chafing of thinking brain against knowing heart” resonated for you! And, of course, it pleases me to know my meandering asemia lights you up : )

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   lolajovan

   June 7, 2025 at 5:54 pm

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   “the chafing of the thinking brain against knowing heart” oh oh OH! And this beautiful piece in progress which reminds me of lace and peering out from behind curtains made of it. And removing the pebble in one’s shoe. You amaze me. xo

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 7, 2025 at 8:15 pm

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      Lola! Thank goodness for those pebbles in the shoe, that chafing of thinking brain against knowing heart—signifiers that attention is required and chakras need realigning. And wowser! Thanks for directing my attention to the chance to peer our from behind those lace curtains!!

      I am humbled to amaze : )

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   Joyful Puttering

   June 9, 2025 at 8:26 am

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   I am so glad I scrolled back to this….I missed it a few days ago. It’s nice seeing the piece that became the bookmarks…and it’s heartwarming knowing your shoe is pebble free. Movement….shifting and change!

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 9, 2025 at 9:19 am

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      I also am glad you scrolled back, and, speaking of missing posts, I have several comings and goings on the horizon and may be in absentia from visiting/comment at your blog on those days; just wanted you to know in advance, and to know that all is well : )

      I’m also glad you know my shoe is pebble free (at least in the moment)!

      Always … movement, shifting, and change 

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   Joyful Puttering

   June 9, 2025 at 12:47 pm

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   Thanks for the heads up. I hope you have a good time with your comings and goings.

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   Simone

   June 11, 2025 at 8:17 am

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   I really LOVE your poetry! So much energy!

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 11, 2025 at 9:51 am

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      Simone, YAY! As I’ve mentioned previously, your input and feedback and encouragement regarding my writing were key sparks that got me fired up to commit myself to opening up to playing with poetry as I’ve done. THANK YOU!

 

Into the Unfolding of the Day / June 4, 2025

June 4, 2025

Into the Unfolding of the Day

Kaleidoscopic Shift of One Degree 

in a phone conversation 
early on a sunny 
green-leafed spring morning
i make reference
to my little black stone of a heart.

more than once.

i stand stock still
hearing myself
voice the hard
unyielding words.

what dark
unforgiving story
am i telling myself?

i pray
a question
:
might there be
another way
to see this?

i make breakfast,
eat my protein porridge,
place my dishes in the sink,
move into the unfolding
of the day,
trust my
(little black stone of a)
heart
to open.

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work in progress
5 x 8″; acrylic on mixed media paper

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Notes about poem and art: “Kaleidoscopic” moved from start to finish as a lovely partnership of intuitive muse and wordsmithing mind, offering up a luscious blend of free-flow and tinkering. Today’s art is a start, the approach to which was informed in part by video lessons I’ve watched over the past two days from a downloadable course from Llewellyn Skye. I watered down small dabs of oxide black, burnt sienna, and yellow ochre to set up a wash as the first layer of an abstract painting. I like having this piece on pause until tomorrow; it has a happy energy as it sits propped beside me while I type.

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   Joyful Puttering

   June 4, 2025 at 8:29 am

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   I am a little baffled how your heart could ever be a black stone…or is that just your muse? Sometimes understanding poetry does not come easy for me. But all any of us can hope for each day is for our hearts to open.

   The little art start of a piece is just a delight as is. But it will be fun to see where you take it next. The dark tree-like shapes on the left have seemed to open into color and light!

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 4, 2025 at 9:14 am

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      MaryAnn, thanks for your reflection on my poem, including your bafflement. Indeed, I felt as though my heart were a little black stone; that was the story I was telling myself at the time—and was horrified when I voiced that situational perception and heard what I was thinking! But, always, may our hearts BE open or, if not, receive the grace TO open.

      I share your delight in the art start as is … which is why I so often have difficulty moving to a next step when I have a vision for a piece I’ve started! LOVE your seeing trees on the left open into light and color, in effect an answer to my prayer, an opening : )

      So grateful for your thoughtful comments.

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         Joyful Puttering

         June 4, 2025 at 6:26 pm

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         Thank you for this thoughtful and honest reply to my comment.

         I read all your replies…and appreciate our ongoing dialogue in our respective creative spaces and places.

         Here’s to being open…to being open.

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   sylvia

   June 4, 2025 at 9:50 am

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   Words and painting both lovely and evocative.

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 4, 2025 at 10:23 am

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      Sylvia! Thank you! Just came to my computer to rewatch one of Skye’s lessons, so was already thinking of you. Grateful you discovered her, grateful for your comments, grateful for our years-long-and-going-strong art conversations.

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   Meg

   June 4, 2025 at 10:00 am

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   I literally this morning heard a reference in satsang to people encountering the black hole in the heart. First time I’ve heard her talk about this. I’ll have to find that part and send to you. No worries- you’ve just gone deep enough within to have it bubble up for healing. “If I’m a black hole in your heart will you still love me?” “Yes, I will.”

   The Runaway Bunny story just flashed through my mind.

   

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 4, 2025 at 10:17 am

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      Meg, thanks so much for sharing this. Runaway Bunny! Yes.

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   lolajovan

   June 4, 2025 at 1:31 pm

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   Dotty….oh, my heart, my own heart responds to

   what dark 
   unforgiving story
   am i telling myself?

   How perfectly timed, your words, your art, my own beginning a journey into a lifestyle of self-compassion, where observing my own inner narrative I am gobsmacked by the dark, unforgiving stories I tell myself.

   So much love for you. So much admiration. Thank you. xo

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 4, 2025 at 1:59 pm

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      wow. what an honor, what a gift, heart to heart, to be able to connect, to shine light into those what-the-holy-heck dark places through our words and art. so much love and admiration for you also. thank YOU and you’re welcome. 

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   carol lee

   June 4, 2025 at 2:22 pm

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   What a beautiful piece! The way your limited palette flows and mingles. The dark areas so balanced with the yellows!

   I agree with Mary Ann, but I also know that we shouldn’t stop an artist on her journey!

   Poem. I also find it difficult to interpret poetry, feel it is very subjective. With so much darkness in the world these days it is very easy into that developing into dark stories! Make sense?

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 4, 2025 at 2:38 pm

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      Carol, thank you for your observation that the limited palette flows and mingles, with dark areas so balanced with the yellows. Very helpful/informative. I may go on to make more pieces of that ilk, and your feedback may point me in a direction with further development of this piece (which has already moved on to a second layer in advance of your comment!).

      I’m wondering if you could pinpoint what makes poetry difficult for you to interpret. You give a hint, saying that it feels very subjective. For me, it is often the subjectivity and specificity of a poem that make it universal in my own reading. I think of poems in much the same way as I think of paintings—especially abstract ones, i.e. once expressed by the artist, the interpretation is particular to the viewer who is responding.

      This sentence of yours appears to have a typo of some sort: “With so much darkness in the world these days it is very easy into that developing into dark stories! Make sense?” I’m not making easy sense of what you wrote but would love to hear. I love that you and MaryAnn have opened dialogue about poetry : )

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         carol lee

         June 5, 2025 at 11:23 am

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         Last thing first. What I meant was that “the darkness ” seeps into the stories we tell ourselves. I think my problem is when I read poetry I take it too literal. Like when I use a reference photo, I am a slave to it. Had the same problem with the exercise with poetry in my workshop with Sara Post. In another exercise she asked us to find a word or phrase and I was much more free. I agree with you and will try to approach poetry as I approach an abstract painting. I am not a very verbal person. You have both gifts, verbal and visual.

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 5, 2025 at 4:03 pm

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      Carol, thank you for the clarification, and thank you for your kind words. I plan to keep on writing poetry so we’ll have further chances to dip into this conversation. I welcome questions and hearing about confusions.

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   roseanne333

   June 5, 2025 at 7:22 am

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   Oh, my. Dear Dotty.
   There’s a lot here. This has a profound universal feel to it, at least for me. Perhaps this is a path to a deeper knowing, a deeper beauty.
   Take heart. We must be gentle with ourselves.

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 5, 2025 at 7:54 am

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      RoseAnne, thank you for receiving this with a soft tender heart! And for letting me know this post had a profound universal feel to it for you. I had my knickers in a twist over an everyday concern and then began telling myself stories w/o really being aware, until I voiced them in a phone conversation with a friend, which led to shining some light into the dark, which in turn led to my poem AND to a bit of deeper knowing and deeper beauty. Gentle, gentle : )

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   Sheila Marie Delgado

   June 5, 2025 at 4:20 pm

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   Love your words, and honesty, and reminder to remain open.

   Love the little black cloud, and the burst of sunlight that refuses to be hidden. Quick thought, “Step into the light.”

   I am also reminded of cartoons, when the character is walking under a rain cloud, but the rest of the scene is sunny. Sometimes that little black cloud follows us around, but there is always sunlight to be found.

   Thanks, Dotty. For this little spark of joy in my inbox. xoxo

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 5, 2025 at 4:24 pm

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      Sheila! Thank you for the poetry of your comments! So grateful for your seeing connections between poem and painting start, and for your hug of uplift.

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   Simone

   June 11, 2025 at 8:16 am

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   What a marvelous poem, and – to my eye – the watercolorish painting is already ‘finished’!

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      Dotty Seiter

      June 11, 2025 at 9:48 am

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      Simone, thank you for your affirmation of this poem, AND thank you for your perspective about the already-finished watercolorish painting—your perspective may well influence my studio time today where I have been preparing a small canvas.