Sunday, August 31, 2025

All Part of Something Bigger / July 25, 2025

All Part of Something Bigger

Inner Eye Wonderwide

i sit, legs curled
onto the seat cushion
of one of two comfy swivel chairs
perched near northeast windows
in our family room,
reading a novel
in the not insignificant
benediction of light
at 740p on an evening
in early june when


why now?

i understand that i

whatever it is that “i” signifies

am tethered
tenderly and
unfailingly
by forces invisible to me
to a massive
sphere of physical matter
spinning through what we call
outer space


and by understand i mean
that my body
 knows

knows
in every cell

the magnetic energy
the movement
the core stillness

the interconnected living wholeness
the spaciousness

the sure embrace
that holds
as we fly


oh! this pure
pure
knowing

oh
oh


oh

=====

The Not Insignificant Benediction of Light
4 x 5.5″; acrylic, ink, and collage on paper, mounted on cardstock
postcard
2025

=====

Notes about poem and art:
• “Inner Eye” reflects a sudden knowing, and it wrote itself in only slightly less sudden an outpouring.
• Not Insignificant came into being because I needed a postcard. A neurographic painting I’d created in 2022 caught my attention as I rummaged in my studio for fodder. It had already been cut into several potential bookmarks, three of which I now chose to cut in half again. Three of those halves volunteered to be partnered into a grouping, punctuated by a teeny scrap from an exercise painted in 2015 and found on the floor. Ta da—a postcard!!

=====

10 responses to “All Part of Something Bigger”

  1. Art work: Don’t recall seeing that piece in “whole” condition. It must have been bigger that your usual smaller pieces. I like how you added printed collage pieces and bright touches of color.

    I have to learn that poetry has to read more than once. Only on the second reading I had the feeling of what I think you wanted to convey or not. Poetry is words in their most abstract form. A feeling that where ever we are, what ever we are doing, is what we are supposed to be/do, as if somehow our body knows. I may be way off!

    Like

    1. Carol, thank you once again for your thoughtful comments—such a gift to have this ongoing exchange with you through our personal self-expression via art and words at our respective blogs. You’ve given me food for thought in exchange for my poem and postcard. The original art that eventually became the postcard you see here was a piece I made a few years ago, I think, and I was happy to upgrade it here to something more pleasing to my eye than in its earlier form. As for my poem, I delight in hearing interpretations! Once shared, any poem becomes a co-creation, and I thank you for co-creating with me, giving me new insights and seeing my words in new ways.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. What a powerful moment to fully realize we’re part of something much bigger. Most of us don’t allow ourselves to be still enough to feel the energy and movement. Thank you!

    I always when you cut and collage and recreate older art and scraps into new treasures. The recipient of this postcard will be so pleased. It’s so playful and fun!

    Like

    1. MaryAnn, yes! A powerful moment. I’ve experienced such moments only a few times, when I can feel in my body and recognize with my mind the movement of this world of which my physical self is a part.

      Thanks for your affirmation of my taking old bits to create something new. This piece challenged me from pretty early on in its journey all the way to this postcard!

      Liked by 1 person

  3. You assemble words, scraps of paper, bits of ephemera and tiny things found on the floor – and worlds appear! It is like magic! I am delighted, enchanted and filled with wonder! Wowza!

    Like

    1. Never thought of myself as a magician, but it does feel like magic that I can turn my attention and energy and making to what most lights me up and then have worlds appear! I have to laugh cuz “words, scraps of paper, ephemera and tiny things found on the floor” are definitely my jam!

      And, BONUS: by following my heart I get to connect with the Lolas of the world, i.e. YOU!

      Like

  4. A beautiful poem, Dotty. For me, the core stillness and spaciousness comes when I’m at the ocean. Whether it’s calm and still, or turbulent and wild, there is a peace and oneness I feel.
    Love your collage. ♥️

    Like

    1. Thanks, Roseanne. The core stillness and spaciousness often come to me when I’m at the ocean also. The embodied knowing of the movement of the earth and my moving in its embrace—my actually feeling that movement—occurs only rarely for me.

      Thanks for loving my collage!

      I am looking forward to painting soon this morning, perhaps outdoors. I am so loving the temperate (at the moment) air on my skin : )

      Like

 

And the Livin' Is Easy

 

And the Livin’ Is Easy

Summer Matins

first light finds its way
through my translucent eyelids
via catbird’s throat

===

work in progress

=====

Notes about poem and art:
• I wrote “Summer” sixteen years ago when I committed myself to composing what turned out to be about fifteen haiku as part of a self-directed project to focus on what was right in front of me through short daily poems. I bumped into those poems a few days ago filed in a folder entitled “now see here.”
• It’s summertime here and, as DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin wrote in the lyrics to a well-known song from the 1935 opera Porgy and Bess, the livin’ is easy. In that spirit, I added a second color to the underpainting of the above work in progress many many lazy days after putting the first color in place.

=====

9 responses to “And The Livin’ Is Easy”

  1. I love the concise wording of the poem. Greeting the morning with birdsong before we are totally conscious that we are in a new day!

    Nice added color… keeping the softness and the textures!

    Like

    1. Thanks for your feedback on the concision in my haiku and for your shared joy at the chance to greet the morning with birdsong b/f we’re even totally aware that we’re in a new day : )

      Thanks also for feedback on my keeping the softness and textures in my added color; it actually took some fussing and manipulating. I don’t know what attributes of different brush and different paint contributed to the difference in putting this new color in place, but it wasn’t free and easy.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. But it looks “free and easy”!

        Liked by you

  2. That poem! Summer through the senses…where the living is easy!

    And that art piece! I couldn’t love this second layer more!

    Like

    1. Summer through the senses—SUCH a gift, and I know you take it all in also : )

      Grateful for your loving this second layer. It required unexpected wrestling on my part; I had to work to get it to a place that resonated.

      Like

  3. you’ve always seen the world with a poet’s eyes! That explains the magical splendidness of your art, too! Xo

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Lola, thank you, dear friend.

      Like

  4. Translucent eyelids! Easy living.

    I love these first layers. The first was a nice composition. And now, a bit of cool light. ;o)

    Like

    1. Sheila, thanks for reflecting back energy from my writing and painting. I gain welcome insights from your observations.

Ownership / July 18, 2025

Ownership

Seventh Grade Writing Project

I want him to be better than he is

And better than I was.

I want him to be good as I is now.

So I tell him, “Do it this way.”

“Try this.”

“Change it to this.”

Trouble is, minute I do that,

Any good I think I is,

I ain’t.

=====

work in progress—
first application of paint on a titanium white base layer on a 6 x 6″ canvas panel
that has both a prior completed painting and a prior layered start
beneath what you see here

=====

Notes about poem and art:
• “Seventh Grade” came to me as I was out running an errand when Scott was in the messy middle of a sizable not-much-fun poetry project for his middle-school English class 30 years ago. I had poked a finger into the process and exacerbated the not-much-fun. I was grateful while in my car to have a moment of literal and figurative distance from the tangle of the whole thing and to have grace shake me by the shoulders. I realized in a flash that I needed to write my own damned self-proclaimed “good” poem and give Scott space to write his for his project on his own!
• The art here—work in progress— was inspired by a downloadable course from Llewellyn Skye and by my desire to create a new painting to tuck in a spot in our family room. As I’ve done in the past, I used the imminent arrival of houseguests to spur me to action. As I’ve also done in the past, I displayed the painting while guests were in residence even though it was in an early stage. It makes for an appropriate anchor piece for “Seventh Grade” in that it represents my staying fully on my side of the fence making my own creative messes : )

=====

9 responses to “Ownership”

  1. Such an interesting post. How many times did we poke our fingers into the creative process of our kids? Too many for me. So good for you for writing your own damn poem.

    The painting is so interesting…and will be fun to see where it goes. I’m so glad you hung it in progress for your guests and seeing it in the spot where it will live will feed and inform your creative process. How big is the piece? I hope at some point you give us a wide shot.

    Like

    1. MaryAnn, LOL as I thank you for affirming my writing my own damn poems! I’ve been writing many damn poems this week as part of a Coursera class I impulsively signed up for last Saturday.

      6×6″ canvas board, photographed here in its entirety!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Wow, there you were, a teacher in the seventh grade. And, what a wise one at that!

    Your art work! Cover up, you certainly did! No trace at all!

    Love the play on tones. textures, line work and the softness.

    Knowing Dotty, all this can change in an instant!

    Like

    1. Well, I took a step in the direction of teaching myself to get out of my son’s way.

      I immediately got attached to this new start! When applying the coverup gesso, I’d used a cheap scratchy old paintbrush from when my kids were little and it left delicious texture on the substrate that made itself known when I painted the loose wash you see here.

      Yeah, it has already changed since this post. And not for the better yet!

      As ever, grateful for your feedback, Carol.

      Like

      1. Well sort of got things mixed up a bit. Thought somehow you were both in 7th grade! LOL!

        Like

  3. holy WOW WOW WOW! This start! Are you sure it isn’t finished? It is a mystery of winter, of icy patterns on glass, and view on a microscope slide, of the cloud cover on an exoplanet….STUNNING!

    And oooooh resonance. How hard it is to stay on our lane with kids. I remember those days, and am glad that all survived with their creative spirits intact! xo

    Like

    1. I kept the start intact for a few weeks and then, even though I was VERY attached to it as it was, started inching forward with it. It’s currently intentionally out of sight because (a) I don’t like it right now! and (b) I impulsively signed up for on online poetry class that has had me way absorbed all week. Glad I have photos of the start : )

      Yeah, staying in our lanes. Not intuitive! Happy to hear that all your kids survived their early days with their creative spirits intact. HUZZAH!!!

      Like

  4. Boy-howdy, I just live the texture of this painting. It’s like looking into a deep, frozen lake.
    I loved the line, “Grace had to shake me by the shoulders.” Oh, I hope we always listen for her gentle nudging.

    Like

    1. Roseanne, yes and yes! Isn’t the texture fabulous? I love happenstances of that sort—no idea that’s what would appear! And I’m so grateful for grace, happy to have her shake me till I pay attention : )

      Thanks for your affirming comments.