Creativity

Mind the Gap

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There are beginnings and endings, and there is the space between the two. Or maybe it is a process; turning the ending into a beginning. Either way, I’m finding it a bit difficult, sitting here in this gap. I expect there is a lesson in that.

 

Something Will Come of It

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I’ve been listening to this often:

“Into The Stream”

I’ve set the rain
to be cold and hard
I’ve set the sun to
be bright and sharp
To wake you up
from your hollow dream
I’ll shake your bed
with a thunder strike
from my hand
Let’s come all steal
we will lie and cheat
and turn around
all their limit signs
and redirect this
this great old boring road
into the depths
of a lion’s mouthJust to see
if there’s something we believe.
I suspect something will come of it.
On a more practical note, it’s almost time to pack up the bedroom “studio” before the house showing. Ugg !

I Will Do Likewise

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I attended an Amanda Palmer concert last night (check out her book The Art of Asking) and she played a number of Leonard Cohen songs as tribute. So, I will do likewise.

If It Be Your Will

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will …

Two Muses for my Feet

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The photographer has taken the camera and fled to the wilderness, so you have to imagine the scene. The garden is in all its fall glory, which is to say it is a mess of almost spent plants accompanied by an understory of weeds going to seed (but oh so beautiful). I could claim a case of tendentious as a weed excuse, but truthfully past falls have been similar. A small flock of Chipping Sparrows came yesterday to glean those weed seeds. They seemed particularly fond of the crab grass. A few Goldfinches, dressed now in duller tones, kept lookout from drying spikes of wild Evening Primrose. I took their presence as a blessing on my wild gardening ways.

I read this line today:

… learn to know, and to love (yes, no matter how hard you think it might be) the place where your foot first falls when you step out of the door.

I think I’ve managed that with our little piece of urban land. And now, each footfall will be a long good-bye. This coming summer we will be moving back to the west coast and the place that has always felt like home. We’re excited, and sad, and hopeful. We’ll walk paths long remembered but transformed in our absence. Hopefully, both old and new will be muses for my feet to love.

Save Yourself

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The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

 – Sherwood Anderson

Something to read when it’s too hot to garden.

How Does Your Garden Grow ?

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Valerian
Valerian

Contained in the lovely essay :  “An Absorbing Errand: The Psychology of Mastery in Creative Work“.

The good life is lived best by those with gardens — a truth that was already a gnarled old vine in ancient Rome, but a sturdy one that still bears fruit. I don’t mean one must garden qua garden… I mean rather the moral equivalent of a garden — the virtual garden. I posit that life is better when you possess a sustaining practice that holds your desire, demands your attention, and requires effort; a plot of ground that gratifies the wish to labor and create — and, by so doing, to rule over an imagined world of your own.

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As with the literal act of gardening, pursuing any practice seriously is a generative, hardy way to live in the world. You are in charge (as much as we can ever pretend to be — sometimes like a sea captain hugging the rail in a hurricane); you plan; you design; you labor; you struggle. And your reward is that in some seasons you create a gratifying bounty.

Janna Malamud Smith

Oh, I think everyone should have a REAL garden too !

Change Everything

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rabbit and pooh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love when people take things and make them their own. I was revisiting a cake recipe today because I found my first two bakings too “wet” for my liking. I checked out the comments on the online recipe and sure enough there were some good suggestions. There were also several readers who wrote along the lines of, ” I loved this recipe – I just changed …” followed by a list of 4 or 5 things. This happens all the time with posted recipes, often the recipe is pretty unrecognizable by the end ! My smile for the day.

All this reminded me of leading art workshops. Some people follow the recipe and some people go off on their own and change everything (shout out to my friend Natali)! I cast my vote for enthusiastic self expression !

The fruits of my (changing) labour :

Winnie the Pooh and Rabbit Have Cake

Some honey for Pooh, some tart lemon for Rabbit, together they have cake. Or, if you don’t have a taste for whimsical you could call it Lemon Poppy Seed Cupcakes.

Ingredients

2 small organic lemons

4 large eggs

1 cup of honey

2 cups almond flour

1/2 teaspoon sea salt

1 teaspoon baking powder

2 tablespoons of poppy seeds

 Instructions

Boil the lemons whole for 30 to 45 minutes, or until soft. Yes the whole thing, peel and all (thus organic lemons).

Cool the lemons, then cut open and remove seeds. Place lemons in a food processor and blend until smooth.

Add eggs, honey,almond flour, salt, baking powder and poppy seeds and pulse until well combined.

Scoop a generous 1/4 cup of batter into each  paper lined cup in a 12 cup muffin tin.

Bake at 375 °F for 10 minutes, rotate pan and bake for 10 to 15 minutes more (or until done).

 

If you are feeling decadent, some lemon cream icing would be lovely !