Daily Napkin for Monday, December 7, 2009
Let's pretend
another era, another time
get out the tea set
dress up in big hats
tie pin and cravat
tea most high
with scones and other goodies
and long conversation
tidbits and conviviality…
You and I
The Technical Fast Lane
When I say to a client, “Sure, I can do that!” it is based on years of experience and invested in developing technical savvy that I base my claims. Grounded in a solid fine art background, design is second nature to me. Besides that, I grok computer logic. I’ve been practicing my art for many many years. I’ve immersed myself in the flow of the technical highway, and it is a vast river with strong current.
In order to be up to speed in the graphic world today, it is quite helpful to embody a true love of learning. It never ends; the push to learn more, ingest even better programs, improve techniques, and slam dunk the up and coming marketing and promotional strategies. Yikes! All the while, the work keeps coming, and the speed limit keeps rising like google’s email storage.
Recently, I went back to school. I love going to school. I love learning new stuff, expanding my understandings, fleshing out my knowledge base, opening up to new ideas, appearing to myself to keep up with the traffic in the technical fast lane.
The Joy of Faith
It’s been rough lately. Technical difficulties which have come close to overwhelming me. Old paranoia arising. I must say that if as indicated by the movie Jacob’s Ladder the demon’s in our lives are our angels sent to bless us with the path to true union, then the computer hackers and those that invent trojans and malware and other nasty things have completed their job in my life.
I have surrendered to the Will of God. My Higher Power graces me with Joy in my heart throughout all trials. And I know that in truth, I am always safe and loved, no matter what.
Twofer from Year 1
Year one – Turtle
Daily Napkin for Thursday, December 3, 2009
In the closeness of the fog
palpable silence enfolds
all the birds hidden and silent
clustered in some forgotten place
Sounds of the adventurous,
foolhardy or brave
muffled, enclosed
Yet, even here, in this greyness
my heart beats the gentle rhythm
love sings a happy ditty
joy dances with abandon
hope rises to the occasion
Quest
A long way up the mountain
as I journeyed
from my head to my heart
followed hawk
and dreamed my place…
There on the mountain
I met porcupine
and deferred to her welcome
in all innocence
Turtle Walk
Birthday Song
Out of the eyes, tears sprang
as you sang from your heart
to mine — a Spirit song
I cry for happy
when joyous ache
overwhelms essence
when gentle words
in tenderness tread
upon heartstrings
as delicate as spiderwebs
Unveiled
Once,
or maybe twice
the veil between realities
slipped out of place
knocking the do-dads
from their normal hangout
and adding a sense
of wonder
to an otherwise normal day