Posted in Musings, Poetry

Twelve Years and Counting

Twelve Years…….and counting?

Hard to believe 12 years has come and gone.

Im not much with words lately. So this post remains brief. Praying for peace to prevail in the world. My faith has staggered for so long. My feet wobbly, my heart faint. I hope you are well. As well as you possibly can be in the midst of what our eyes see. And our ears hear the words so freely flow…. What do any of those words even mean anymore?

Posted in Musings, Poetry

Gift Crow: Volume 1

Thank you to everyone who contributed to my first attempt at publishing. Creating the handmade book was a long journey from germination to tangible product.

I am now taking submissions for Volume 2, Edition 1, that will release in September. I have a new email wildheartarts33@pm.me Send 1-3 poems and a short bio. Look forward to reading new and old voices.

And I have been really busy. Not sure if anyone has noticed Ive been MIA. But I have missed you. Time to catch up soon.

Wild Heart Arts Farm & Studio stamp

I am shooting for a Mother’s Day weekend grand opening of my Little Free Library. My future son-in-law is a trained carpenter with North Bennett Street School. He did a fantastic job (albeit not quite complete) on the library structure. It resembles my studio Shed 33! And you can peek in the windows.

Studio Shed 33 Little Free Library

One last thing before I move on. I am trying out Instagram. Again. Under a new name… come follow me. I’d love to reconnect!

Posted in Musings

When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”

When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”

When People Confuse Your Having Boundaries and Standards with Having “An Attitude”


— Read on cheriewhite.blog/2020/12/28/when-people-confuse-your-having-boundaries-and-standards-with-having-an-attitude/

Cherie is writing some great articles on bullies, abusers, and boundaries. 💥

If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
Posted in Musings

Families

Families

Families
— Read on bereavedsingledad.blog/2020/12/27/families/

I enjoy Gary’s musings. This particular writing certainly felt familiar. Family is a funny thing. And the thing is, as terrible as 2020 was, it taught me an enormous pot of wisdom. And 2021 will be all the better for my new found knowledge and attempts to keep going forward. To dreams! To visions! To destiny!

Happy creating, Jeanne

Posted in Musings, Opinion

And you raise your hands in some stupid symbol…

And you raise your hands in some stupid symbol…

https://albigensia.wordpress.com/2020/12/04/and-you-raise-your-hands-in-some-stupid-symbol/
— Read on albigensia.wordpress.com/2020/12/04/and-you-raise-your-hands-in-some-stupid-symbol/

I thoroughly enjoyed this post enough to share. It struck a chord. A lesson on interacting with others is buried in there. Maybe if we took a moment of silence… ❤️

Posted in Musings, Poetry

Teachers Choice —Anthony Gorman

i sponge words and
slurs off others,

we train our teachers, 
we’re the students,

cause we’re all 
students,

as much as we’re
teachers.

some lessons were printed/
absorbed darker
than others,

and some instructors/
trash compactors heed
their dreams with
more loyalty
than others.

and some just aren’t well
fit for their stations
despite what the
jobs offer,

++++

forward motion
is the goal,

steps small and
slow, reclaim
control,

of progress, not
achievement,

++++

attained with brow’s dirty
sweat paired with
humble intent.

Independent Learner Man

In another life, and in my dreams, I always wanted to be the advocate for educating the whole child. Soul, heart, and mind. Not my flesh and heartbeat child, but the abandoned children who wanted to be seen. Who only asked that others respect him or her and be allowed to fly. To think their own thoughts. To experiment and explore the wide expanse of knowledge.

I never became that teacher. Life turned on me and laughed at how easily it can forbid the dreamers from changing the world. I had hopes to open an independent school. To be an education pioneer of sorts.

Sadly, I will never be that star teacher nor start a revolution to make children happy to be alive. The lost dream dies with me. And as I watch the children shrivel and suffer under our system, I make a wish on a star. It feels too late for me. Perhaps another?

Thanks Anthony for bringing this topic into a poem. My memory of what I hoped to accomplish in my life was jarred. Do read more Anthony Gorman. He has lots to say.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Thoughts Resonate —Ishita Gupta Blogger

Ishita Gupta @ Thoughts Resonate sent out a few questions and kindly asked for my reply. 😘❤️ Of course dear. 🤗🎶

  1. What do you love to do, except blogging? I grow a garden, My Promise Garden, which celebrates my grandfather and father’s love of nature. I practice expressive arts, cook, photography, and love music. I learned to play the piano for my personal enjoyment. I hike, bike, and volunteer at a homeless shelter. The joy of children brings me happiness!
  2. Is there anything on your bucket list, which you could share with us? I want to visit Scotland and perhaps stay there for a year in the future. I want to live on an island with someone special, turn off the internet, and learn all about that person! And maybe never return here. 🤔
  3. Is there any place in the world, that you desperately want to visit? Or someplace that has already captured your heart? Scotland. I loved London and Amsterdam.
  4. Do you like reading? If yes, could you share 5 of your favourite books? Wally Lamb, This Much is True. I read all 700+ pages in a day. It was that good. Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood. Love’s Executioner, Irvin Yalom. I loved all of Yalom’s books. I like psychological thrillers. So Spider, Patrick McGrath. I love all McGrath’s books too.
  5. If given a chance, would you like to change something about yourself ? If yes, what? My insecurities. About everything.
  6. What is your life mantra? Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I developed it while blogging.
  7. Do you have any weird phobias? Or any phobias? For a period of time I could not leave the house. Im happy I no longer fear whatever caused me to hide. I cannot drink 7UP.
  8. What does an empty room remind you of? Anxiety. I like my collections and to be surrounded by beautiful things.
  9. What is your biggest pet peeve? Those who don’t read and gather facts before judging. People who jump to conclusions without listening. Harsh people.
  10. What’s your spirit animal? All animals speak in a special language that can teach us. But those that especially touch me are hummingbird, whale, cougar, loon, and moose. They have all appeared in dreams and visions, leaving very specific messages just for me.
  11. What motivates you to write? On my blog, I enjoy the virtual company. Although even here I am rather shy. On my own, to better know myself.

If you would like, do answer Ishita’s questions. And read her blog too. Beautiful, surreal words that find a nesting spot in your heart and mind.

Posted in Music Video, Musings, Photography, Poetry

Week in Review: B&W

a path of voices
retrieve the warm clues scattered
your time approaches

I have never stayed with one theme on my blog for very long. This is my third consecutive week to post a “Week in Review: B&W”. Progress? Calm in my chaos? If nothing else, a personal record! 🙂

A week in review. A visit to Tower Hills Botanical Garden in West Boylston MA is always a treat. Especially when a greenhouse orchid show helps me resist a chilly Sunday afternoon.

The stack of books pictured are half of what I will be reading during Expressive Arts training. Natalie Rogers, daughter of Carl Rogers, is a big proponent of various art modalities as healer. I plan to spend my remaining time helping others find their voice in paint, dance, words and song.

It feels good to have a purpose. I find we all need to heal generational trauma. Whether abused or the abusers, we must stand still and look towards the sun. A new day dawns. Hope rises.

And ten years blogging? Wow! And it has been 12 years since my brother left earth. This blogging journey will go on until I too am released from gravity. 🕊

Looking ahead. I feel myself changing. It has certainly been a while since I have revamped my image. “Borderline Crossing” will reemerge as something new in the future. Even I will be surprised as to what becomes of this journey.

Posted in Musings

Lonely Author

I notice daily, Andrew, at The Lonely Author blog is missing from this community of writers. For quite a while now.

Please join me in sending healing vibes… Hope his heart ache (in many ways) finds healing soon.

Miss your words and friendship.
Be well soon Andrew,

The Word Press Community ✍🏼