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Flawed Diamonds Still Shine
“I made a mistake.” “That’s okay, Miss Jill. This is rehearsal. It’s a great place to make mistakes!” All of the actors on stage agreed in a chorus of support. “Thank you for your graciousness,” I smiled. “Let’s move on!” Before this month, it had been a while since I last blocked a play. Blocking,…
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Creagious January
The sky has been white for nearly a week. Maybe more than a week. How could I possibly remember how long this singular day has gone on and on? The only differentiations I’ve noted are that the dome above grows brighter for a few hours and then it grows dark again. Oh, and sometimes it…
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Sonnet: By Flesh and By Bone
In shadows cast ‘gainst flickering wallsI see projected tales of love undone.A once-shared journey, now on yester scrawledAs fleeting moments fade like setting sun. ‘Neathe popping flames reduced to embers’ endUnfettered words from bold to muted dim.A hush, a gasp now slide to flattened wend–Retired ashes hum in silent hymn. No stalwart breath can soothe…
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Slow Art: The Fifth Character
Slow Art is the practice of sitting in front of a piece of art for one hour and allowing it to reveal itself to you. As you sit, you might feel inspired to write. Or not. You may simply sit, feel, understand, or find at the end you’re breathing more deeply than you were before.…
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Strategies for Choosing Patience
Last night at the theatre one of the actors came to me, “Miss Jill, I want to know what my part is right now, please.” He was respectful and insistent. He smoldered with anticipation and wore his weathered patience like a jagged cloak. “I can see you’re very eager to find out how you’ve been…
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Dream Jobs and Crooked Paths
Sometimes I think I’m so smart. I think I know what is best and I make claims reflecting my assumptions only to learn at some future moment in time that I was wrong. I love being wrong. Each time I realize I was wrong I feel a tiny weight lifted from my countenance. Being wrong…
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The Courage and The Willingness: River Bench Series
A single inanimate object must sit in its place with courage. It incurs the wrath of wind, rain, and snow. Then, as if touched by good fortune, it attracts a spot of sunshine where it stretches languidly under the soft lights of springtime and summer. All the while, the world changes as it watches. There…
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Poem: Good Morning, World!
In soft embrace of morning’s light,Sleepy dreams shed mystery for lucent delight.Sunrays peek through grey curtains drawn–A new day’s countenance radiates dawn. With every breath, a gentle sigh,As sleep’s charmed spell slowly unties–The world outside in highlights arrayed,With waking joy, cueing shadows to fade. A flight of birds sings cheerful songs,As I hum the harmony–a…
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To Look and To See
“To the conception of its vast proportions must be added some notion of its intricate plan, the nobility of its architecture, its colossal buttes, its wealth of ornamentation, the splendor . . .” –Clarence E. Dutton The Grand Canyon. The most beautiful place in this vast and varied country of ours. As I plan my…
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Creativity Begets Creativity
I’ve been so busy lately I’ve neglected my little blog here. Hello, little blog. Thank you for your patience. On this cold, rainy, dreary morning I’m thinking about how one creativity begets another and the ways in which we have the honor of folding seasoned passions into present day spaces and relationships. It’s been about…
Necessary Whispers 