Thursday, August 22, 2019

Talavera Pottery

Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we may starve; but if we shake the branches, some of the fruit will fall for us.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Talavera pottery from Mexico for Art Thursday:

Tree of Life depicting the history of mole and Talavera pottery of Puebla
by Alfonso Castillo Orta


Jar with intricate butterfies
Alfonso Castillo Orta
photo by Thelmadatter


Jars in the window of workshop "Taller Armando"
photo by Danielllerandi


Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Small Kindnesses

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness.
~George Sand


A poem from Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection, edited by James Crews. Hat tip to Jeanne for the introduction to this poem!

Small Kindnesses
by Danusha Laméris

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”


Monday, August 19, 2019

Snakes and Silence

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.
~Criss Jami


These videos look similar at first (two guys' backs), but in one, the only thing that moves is drops of water and in the other, he removes his (outer layer of) skin. It's my favorite part of that video, tbh.




Harry Styles
Evan Konrad

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Trees

At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
~Pablo Neruda


In honor of Christie's tree Poetry Friday round-up, here are three tree poems...


To the Fig Tree on 9th and Christian
by Ross Gay

Tumbling through the
city in my
mind without once
looking up
the racket in
the lugwork probably
rehearsing some
stupid thing I
said or did
some crime or
other the city they
say is a lonely
place until yes
the sound of sweeping
and a woman
yes with a
broom beneath
which you are now
too the canopy
of a fig its
arms pulling the
September sun to it...

read the rest here

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Schrödinger's Tree
by Madeline Sebastian Burtenshaw

If it were dead,
you'd burn it.
Scatter ash to the winds, to the sea,
silent life buried in a shroud of earth.

If it lived, you'd take
the harvest in a black bowl:
first fruits, sweet and sustaining,
blood and honey for juice...

read the rest here

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I AM ROTTING LOG OF WOOD
by Marlena Chertock

not thin, healthy twig.
My branches creak and groan
under gravity’s weight.
My bark is full of termites
eating away my pith-cartilage.

I can’t stand a full day
in the forest like the other trees,
so straight, so tall.
A few minutes in the forest
and the fire ants start
chewing my bark...

read the rest here

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Thanks, Christy, for hosting the Poetry Friday round-up today!

Travel Posters

Designing posters, for me, is not only a commercial pursuit but also a philosophical endeavor.
~Fang Chen


Elena and I are watching The Durrells in Corfu (nearly done with the third season), so I thought it would be nice to share images of Corfu, but I got side-tracked by these vibrant travel posters. I think they are all from the 1920s and 30s. I don't know the artists for the others, but the last two are by Vittorio Grassi (1878–1958).















Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Matrix of Options

Every problem has in it the seeds of its own solution. If you don't have any problems, you don't get any seeds.
~Norman Vincent Peale


Today's Wellness Wednesday post was inspired by my son. This morning, Dash was celebrating that he figured out something regarding his college scholarship and his class schedule. He had been working out how to have a full-time job, take the right classes to graduate, and take enough classes not to lose his scholarship.

When I wondered how long he'd been trying to solve this problem, he said that he hadn't thought of it as a problem but as a "matrix of options." Spoken like a kid who is planning on working full-time (because he wants to, not out of necessity) while he goes to school! I just like the phrase, so here we are:


Monday, August 12, 2019

Kina Grannis

If I try to write a song, I will completely fail to write a song. But if I'm just holding my guitar and I just start humming, then I'll have a song in an hour.
~Kina Grannis


Hi folks! Hope you're well. We had a good time in New Hampshire. For Music Monday, Kina Grannis: