Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Later it becomes a bright blue sky with
fluffs of white clouds
The breeze comes, a stiff cold wind now and again
But, later settles down and
leaves the sun to warm me
The seasons are confused
Winter and Spring blur together
in one day
And a piece of my heart has come home
This rather boring photo, of a plain plastic pot (rescued from the trash), in all actuality captures
something deeply meaningful for me.
This rose bush was once upon a time
a gift from me to my mother.
I'm remembering it as a Mother's Day gift.
I gave it to my mom so she could have something pretty
to look at, knowing a gift a some tshatshke (trinket, knick-knack) was not necessary.
She requested the gardener plant it where it could be seen, from her living room couch.
For many years she enjoyed her view of the rose bush, calling me excitedly when it bloomed.
"There's a rose on your bush!" she'd say. She always called it "your bush".
Some days, she'd cut a single rose and bring it in to sit on her coffee table,
enjoying it up close and personal. "Guess what I'm looking at!" she'd say.
It connected her to the seasons, to nature, in a way she did not usually verbalize.
It was there for years, outside her window, bringing her pure joy in its beauty and in the knowledge of my love for her.
As my sister emptied the last belongings of the home her family shared with our mom,
my boyfriend and I dug up the rose bush.
Now it sits outside my living room window, where I can see it from my couch.
And I feel the same joy upon seeing it, and in the knowledge of our mutual love.
A corner of my heart feels wrapped up in the two-ness of us, as if my mom has come home. This fills my heart to bursting. I like having it nearby. It feels right.
I shall carry on the tradition of life with this rose bush.
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Today I like this growth (via Notice Quiet Nature)
Photos by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
3 things in one photo...
How can I already almost be near the limit for photos on my blog???
So, I'm trying to condense photos!
I'm not sure what happens next and I really...I mean really really don't want to have to pay for anything. That is the whole point of this blogger thing. Through all their tech issues, I think "But it's free!" Soon I will have to learn more and figure out what I'm doing here...or just delete old posts. I don't really want to do that as part of this blogging thing is a great way to archive ideas and activities and such.
Anyway, today I have:
1. The dull women dish I mentioned over at Cindy's. My mom always had that dish out in one room or another. She worked on books, papers and catalogs clutter. I keep it on my dresser, which happens to be clean! haha
2. I have an old 'peace' ashtray of my parents. Since I don't need it for that purpose, I've decided to insert a small pincushion in the center. Any ideas on what to stuff it with? I may have some old batting I could use. I usually just use the arm of the couch for pins and needles! I'm also open for other suggestions for use!
3. In the studio today picked up an ancient piece of water-colored paper and saw things in it...animal creatures...beasts, a dog. I was glad to see the dog, as a friend lost and then found her elderly, disabled dog in the last 24 hours. He's a Golden, name of Mark. I'm glad he's safe at home now. In junior high we used to do this with water colors all the time. My buddy Shawn was very talented at this process and one of his painting/drawings hangs on my studio wall!
|There used to be trees along here!|
My apricot tree as tons of buds and some flowers too! Poor trees, so confused by our weather! This little tree has been radically pruned in the past, but it still soldiers on! The miniature yellow rose tree that shared the property line was not so lucky. Today with 4 cedar stumps, the little rose tree was taken from the ground. I actually shed a few tears. Enough already. :(
But look at this beautiful flower...it sings of hope for a more peaceful garden in days ahead.
Any change, even a change for the better,
is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.
- Arnold Bennett (Enoch Arnold Bennett)
- Arnold Bennett (Enoch Arnold Bennett)
Photos by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
OK...environmental impact aside (because how many could really be brave enough anyway)...
How would it feel to fly?
The most recent research says swinging is good for brain development and brain organization skills! Yet more and more schools have been removing swing-sets. Do YOU like to swing? When was the last time you had this kind of swinging good time?
This is some powerful brain fun!! Heehee
It made me smile :)
And some of the other videos below look rather intriguing,
but I'm off to help my sister unpack more boxes.
Go here to see the swing
Have a Swinging Sunday folks!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
A quick hello and a link to share.
I have the mysteries to reveal, but not the time tonight.
So, instead I will send a loving Happy Valentine's Day in the
But, I will be back to share more soon.
One year, my dad who was not the romantic type...who was not the flowers and candy type...who was not the gift or card buying type...
One Year he tied a wrinkled ribbon around his neck, put on his 1970 era yellow shorts, and gave my mother a card (yep, he'd actually bought one that year)...
when he surprised her by giving himself as her gift to celebrate Happy Valentime's Day, because that's how he said it, that's how he was.
I remember it because it was funny and silly and a unique action on my dad's part.
I remember it because my mom laughed and laughed and loved it so.
We all enjoyed this simple act of love in the moment and for many years after.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
3/4. David Whyte: Jerry Wennstrom - Companionship with the Disappearing Light
Some time back I came across a Face Book page (Notice Quiet Nature) - (no longer remember how) and followed the link to their home page. Their Face Book page is interesting, as they post a variety of subjects. So, if you're so inclined, check them out there!
Anyway, recently they posted a You Tube clip of David Whyte reciting a poem (The Opening of Eyes). Once I listened to that one, I was compelled to listen to many of his other You Tube videos. In fact, I had a hard time choosing which one to post here, for each one spoke to me in some way. Even if it was only one line or a particular word choice, there was some sort of connection. Besides that, I love a good accent! You can explore his videos in the right sidebar of this one over at You Tube and find his website here. I had a lovely night of listening and stitching (I'll have to share that later!)
|Almost full...February 5, 2012|
Video link if you cannot see it above: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSLnCl2i3m4&feature=related
Thanks to Deanna's observant eye, I'm happy to share Dee's
link to her related post!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Packing books at my sister's house
many catch my eye
books about life
books that tell a story
books about books, language, quotes or words
poetry and the sharing of the love of books with children
I borrow a bagful for further inspection...
These are just a few...
edited by F. Lanier Graham
This one looks fun to check out (look at the Amazon pages for both the 1975 & 1979 versions). I thought many of you may get be interested. Just the drawings, artwork and charts caught my eye! And this quote gave me something to think on:
"I understand how scarlet can differ from crimson because I know that the smell of an orange is not the smell of a grapefruit. I can also conceive that colors have shades and guess what shades are. In smell and taste there are varieties not broad enough to be fundamental; so I call them shades...The force of association drives me to say that white is exalted and pure, green is exuberant, red suggests love or shame or strength. Without the color or its equivalent, life to me would be dark, barren, a vast blackness.
Thus through an inner law of completeness my thoughts are not permitted to remain colorless. It strains my mind to separate colors and sound from objects. Since my education began I have always had things described to me with their colors and sounds, by one with keen senses and a fine feeling for the significant. Therefore, I habitually think of things as colored and resonant. Habit accounts for part. The soul sense accounts for another part. The brain with its five-sensed construction asserts its right and accounts for the rest. Inclusive of all, the unity of the world demands that color be kept in it whether or not I have cognizance of it or not. Rather than be shut out, I take part in it by discussing it, happy in the happiness of those near to me who gaze at the lovely hues of the sunset or the rainbow.-Helen Keller
|Spring in February 2012|
Last night I started reading The Color of Water, which I think I will enjoy. I think next I will read my mom's original copy of Anne Frank The Diary of a Young Girl. I wonder, what was like to read this book at its first (American, in this case) printing in 1952. At the time of purchase, my mother would have been a young English teacher of 24 years of age. She had been married only two years. And she lived through this time, this war. In fact Anne Frank was only one year younger than my mom, so reading the book must have been something, as she could relate to Anne as her contemporary. I'm sure, although she was safe in America, that she also related as a Jew.
|Note my mother's signature in the upper left corner.|
"I hope I shall be able to confide in you completely, as I have never been bale to do in anyone before, and I hope that you will be a great support and comfort to me."
I'll let you know if I find any other treasures in the books I brought home. But, don't hold your breath, as I'm sure this will take me some time!!!
Thanks for stopping by pomegranate trail everyone...have a nice week!
All photos by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
items cloaked as cloth
color, shape and pattern,
themes to represent
alterations to make
dreams to embrace
All photos by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012 @ Birch Aquarium at Scripps & Pacific ocean nearby