I have an aria
made up of words
like cells replicating within me.
My hands at the ready,
fingers tapping against the keys,
searching for the string
of perfect words, nouns, phrases,
to make up a sentence
that says it all.
My own perfect concerto
on to a blank page.
I think it’s no big secret how much I love a good quote, especially when set in pretty typography or beautiful scenery, plus it’s not bad advice, go ahead, “embrace your best self.”
I captured this photo on a recent outing with my family. I dolled it up using two new apps I just discovered. I edited the photo on my iPad using PixlrExpress+, and this pre made graphic is from this adorable app called Rhonna Designs,rhonnadesigns.com.
“ When did we become so small and so apologetic? Why do we apologize for our humanity? Love what you love, and make no apologies. This is your identity. The most horrendous suspensions of freedom are self-imposed. We imprison ourselves daily, hourly. We have one life, one shot at all the glorious things of life, and we walk about constricted, apologetic, afraid. We have so little time; we have so little space upon which to spread our love and our talents and our kindness. Run toward life fulsomely and freely. It runs from us so quickly, like a frightened dog or youth or daylight. Chase it and care for it. ”
— Tennessee Williams: We Have One Life
I’ve really nothing to add. My husband snapped this gorgeous picture, and I thought this quote rather lovely to go along with it.
Every time I walk into a library or bookstore I’m immediately struck by the fact that I couldn’t possibly read all the books there ever were in the span of my lifetime…but I can certainly try to make a dent.
Here are a few books I’ll be reading this month.
Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy by Helen Fielding
Here’s what my Muse has found pleasing…
I made this little graphic so I could print out and tape into my journal – but quickly discovered that my printer is out of ink. Grrr, I purchased those before I left Miami, but I guess not using them for nearly six months can make them feel all ignored and decide their not in a printerly mood.
I so do love Shakespeare’s Sonnet 43… The way it speaks of yearning is so poignant. I’m totally channeling this feeling for one of my characters.
The photo I used I found via Tumblr. Apparently it’s a statue located in Rome. So it’s on my list of things to see when we visit. I just have to figure out where.
Music definitely helps rev up my creativity. I recently discovered The National, I’ve had their album High Violet on near constant replay. They’re heading straight toward being one of my favorite bands.
Florence + the Machine… Two songs specifically I’ve found to be quite thematic, for my writing these days, Cosmic Love and Blinding off of the Lungs album.
Le Sigh. Love those.
Here are a few links to the two albums I referenced. These links are affiliate codes…
I love this. It speaks to me in countless ways.
Speaking of dreams….I had the craziest dream last night.
I was writing on a never ending staircase, like literally on the stairs, with a silver Sharpie perfectly content and rather happy with my large scrolling handwriting. When I peered over the balustrade I discovered the staircase I’d been writing on came out of a canal in Venice. I remember thinking when I was through (writing) I’d hop over and go for a swim. Which made perfect sense…incidentally, I was wearing a big poofy organza gown.
love & dreams,
I came across this quote and it immediately spoke to me, as I am so looking forward to the end of the missing of my beloved.
19 months and counting.
photo: I took it while on a plane back home during my failed attempt to see my husband in August. Sigh.