Spring has sprung...

at least here in SoCal! It's 60's and 70's, foggy and cloudy, but when the sun does peek out it's fabulous!

Been keeping busy with the new adventures.

 Remember this?

Several weeks ago, the amazing Charlotte Backman, my painting guru, invited a Tibetian Monk to teach us to paint these amazing works? Well, I began to think of my piece as the never-ending painting.

But, at last, I see progress. I have been working on it but not really seeing progress until yesterday!

I think I may actually finish. I have never made anything this complex. Working on this has taught me a lot about painting and about my self.

I have also been enjoying the company of my new writing friends. Something is really going on with me these days and I am creating up a storm. Here are a few recent works.

The Answers

are not

in the moment.

Revelation

shuns the 

present.

Fashionably late

Clarity arrives

the day after.

lm 2/2013

Mourning Brew

I find you 

in the coffee

I am spooning 

into the pot

it is an electric coffee maker

not a stove-top percolator

and you are a memory

not a strong hug

and dancing eyes.

lm 3/201

Nyctogenous 

Riding heavy and low

in the blue-black sky,

the midnight moon marks 

the estrus of shadow.

Close your eyes,

open your mind.

Breath in the

fecundity of the night.

So often the beautiful

and promising Dark

is faulted for the weakness

of those with no imagination.

The ones gifted with the magic

see the nocturnal plane 

resplendent with cardinal life; 

feral, timeless and powerful.

Here, the ancient lovers, 

Yin and Yang, who dare merely flirt 

beneath the sun, dance wildly 

to surrender in impassioned embrace.

The conjurers greet

the blinding, rising sun

as spirits renewed,

winking at the hubris of the day.

lm/2013

Red Sky at Morning

The sunrise

was red and gold

this morning.

A sign to beware 

the day’s foul weather.

I read your words

this morning and

I wondered if they 

were a warning 

of stormy hours ahead.

lm 2/2013


In keeping with the "make new friends but keep the old" theme from last post, I had the most wonderful time with my old Wranch Writers who so kindly took a road trip to have a meeting here. After the usual invigorating sharing and critiquing of our work we headed to a San Clemente favorite for a hearty Italian feast.

I actually have made myself a plan for three writing projects and I think I might even DO them! Well, one of them at least. The short one! More on that later.

And, the other day I listened to As My Guitar Sadly Weeps and felt very sad to see my old gal sitting dusty and alone in the corner. I don't even think I can play anymore. But what if I could. What if I got out one of those old books and just picked around, so to speak?


Just got this page painted. Thinking the sentiment is where I am hanging out.

Here's what I'm thinking. Am I weird or do you like to look into your house from outside? It's like seeing the room for the first time, every time. I think that's because it's a metaphor for looking at myself from the outside once in awhile.
Everything looks different, I notice things I do not realize when I'm in there.
I think that's what I'm doing these days. Looking in instead of out. Interesting view!