Tag: writing

  • Jeremiah’s Chorus Line

    Jeremiah’s Chorus Line

    Throwback Thursday

    Jeremiah’s Chorus Line

    Largo

    A throaty bass begins in accented whole notes – strong and steady.

    [Here, an echo from the back of the choir]

    Adagio

    Then the lead baritone adds some spark, squeezing in a few, nicely-measured, half notes.

    The bass is holding his own however.

    Now, faster and faster, chirp in some eighths.

    Allegretto

    The parts become a little sketchy here, and the plot thickens in the swamp.

    Enter, Dissonance

    Tenors add some high staccato bursts!

    The rest of the choir joins the melee.

    Allegro!

    Forget the rests. Drop the stops!

    !Affrettando!

    It’s sixteenth notes now jumping off the staff and bouncing around the score.

    It’s a roar!

    ~

    Then fading, we begin to see a break in the clamor.

    A tempo



    Jeremiah’s Chorus Line

    First published on the 29th day of June, 2020


  • Today’s Shot 346

    Today’s Shot 346

    Textured Tuesday


    Barely there

    Cosmic dust

    Astral thumbprints


    ©️ Pilgrimage Studio
  • Today’s Shot 187

    Today’s Shot 187

    Note Pads

    Lily Pads in the Pond
    Pond-Walk Thoughts

    The quill is ready

    Dipped in the blue-black squid stain

    Blots like water drops


    🌸 Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD 🌸


    ©  Pilgrimage Studio
  • Today’s Shot 130

    Today’s Shot 130

    Woman of the Lake

    She rises slowly through still waters, and lifting her face she sees. The surface, clearest glass, is like canvas stretched between the trees. Here, the sky and clouds are painted, beside tall shadows hung with leaves.

  • Mindful Moment

    Mindful Moment

    Ripples … Finding Sanctuary in the Moment

    Georgia Swamplands

    This place doesn’t mind being forgot.

    It cares not.

    Time moves forward here without being pushed. It’s the natural way to move so subtle and slow.

    Letting it flow.

    No greeding or hoarding of supplies to survive. Without thought…

    It lives to thrive.

    No wonder we step away to remember again, there’s more to us than the rush and the fuss.

    A space to contemplate, instead of cuss.

    Leave it all in this moment we find. Then rejoin your life,

    With a clearer mind.


  • Piece by Piece

    Piece by Piece

    by Beth Haley

    Puzzles are like Life

    Christmas Puzzle 2019

    Potential

    How do you pick the puzzle? You probably liked something about the picture on the box, and then you open it – and it’s a mess. It’s just a chaos of jumbled pieces. It’s not the pretty picture… not yet. At that moment, it’s potential. You know what it can become.


    Organizing Chaos

    Have you ever had a strong vision for a project or for your life as a whole? And, what does it look like? You may see the full picture down the line of time. Yet in this moment, it may just be pieces of ideas, thoughts, or hopes. So, where do you start? Do you start with the details in the center, or the foundation and framework around the edges?

    Out of the mess, you notice certain colors. Those can be grouped together, like supporting ideas.

    With the straight edges, an outline of becoming can be built. Piece by piece, you build the foundation, but the whole picture is not there yet, even though you know the picture well.

    The foundation of a home may hold it up, but without building the details of the home on it, it is not yet a home. It is the blueprint, the outline and the forming of order from the pile of pieces or ideas.


    The Process

    Some say the edge pieces are the easy part of the puzzle. That’s where you begin to make sense of all the mess. From the edge (the foundation and outline), the details of the picture begin to evolve.

    ***

    If you can’t see the full picture of your dreams, take some time to really visualize what you want or need:

    See it. It looks like sunshine on a glorious day!

    Taste it. It tastes like sweetness. It tastes like milk and honey.

    Smell it. It smells fresh and clean: like the smell of damp earth after the rain. Is that incense? What kind?

    Hear it. It sounds like laughter and communion. It also sounds quiet and peaceful. It sounds like birds singing in the woods and the trickle of the stream.

    Experience it in full. It feels like joy. It feels like easy flow. It feels like happiness and fulfillment in the art of creating. It feels abundant. It feels like goodness and kindness. It feels like warmth. It feels like success. It feels like rest of body, mind and spirit – and like action as well – the right action at the right time. It feels like home. If feels like a warm fire on a cold night and the relief of shade on a hot day. If feels like safe travel for the journey. It feels like the life I’ll never want a vacation from!


    The full vision is in both the foundational pieces, and in the details we build from it, on it, and around it.


    Missing Pieces

    Sometimes you can almost have the complete picture and find that there are missing pieces. If you know what you’re looking for, the chances of finding it or re-creating (creating) it, are much higher.


    A Helping Hand

    Thank you to the brave soul who stuck their arm down the heater vent to fish the fallen piece of the puzzle out. If it had been up to me, this picture would have just remained as is, with one piece missing.

    Sometimes, we just need a helping hand on the journey 😊

  • Today’s Shot 36

    Today’s Shot 36

    Moss Forest

    A World within a World

    A small patch of moss nestled on rocks by the little stream, takes on new character close up. It has its own landscape of mountains, river, and taller trees reaching up through the mossy forest below. Perhaps a small fairy lives here who has tamed the frog croaking nearby.

    We never did find Jeremiah, but he called to us all the same. 🐸

  • Mail Candy

    Mail Candy

    Guest writer, Alysia Burrows, writes about her life-long love of books, which has also been a love of mine for as long as I can remember.

    For those who love swapping books as much as we have: Paperbackswap.com


    by Alysia Burrows

    When I was a young girl, I found solace in books.  We moved to so many new places and I just never felt like I truly fit in to any of them.

    I am not sure when the world of books was introduced to me, or how.  I just know that as early as third grade they swept me away and took me to a better place.  

    Reading has always been my way of hiding away when times were at their worst.  It was as if I no longer existed in this world and it was how I coped with the challenges and pain life often has a way of bringing.  

    Today I love to read all the genres, and books have a special place in my heart.  I read them on my tablet, listen to them in my car, but my most favorite book is the old-fashioned kind.  

    My best friend and I would refer to them as “mail candy” when we would do a book swap through the mail and the arrival of them would bring us instant joy.  It still does to this day.  

    He loved books, those undemanding but faithful friends.

    -Victor Hugo


    Photos by Aliis Sinisalu and Webaroo.com.au

  • Today’s Shot 11

    Today’s Shot 11

    Reflections

    by Thela 🦊 Foxgood


    Gaze into the looking glass.

    Upon the surface, first the outward manifests.

    But, I am drawn to looking deeper.

    Deeper in, the mysteries are revealed.

    From the shallows. Into the depths.

    You’ve now reached the Hallows.

    What was hidden, is there revealed.

    © Thela Foxgood 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED