Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I Love To Fly/ Can You Guess What I Am?



I love to fly. Even if there is always an element of trust that I must always count on, I will never give up flying. Sometimes flying is harder than other times. Sometimes I can only get a few feet off the ground. But mostly I can fly higher than treetops. I can soar; the only sound is air rushing by my ears. My eyes love the view. My skin loves the wind. My breath loves to wick away with the air flow over my face.
Sometimes I hate landing. When it’s hard and bumpy and parts of me break off, I cry until I’m fixed. Sometimes I land by softly falling into outstretched hands, gentle and always happy to hold me. I prefer those landings.

I am a simple being of simple desires and ideas. I am not grandiose. I am not flamboyant or made of odd and exciting angles, though I know of those who are. I am distinct and useful. I provide hours of entertainment while doing what I love best. I seem to please whomever I am partnered with all over the world, and have for quite some time. I am loved. I never cease to amuse and test limits.

Then comes a time when I sit for years, unused, seemingly forgotten, and it is at this time I am sad, defeated, wondering if my trust and faith will be acknowledged or rewarded.

But it always is. There always comes a moment when darkness turns to light, when kind hands repair and strengthen me, when daylight bursts upon my senses and I excel in that first long awaited jump into the air. I then breathe. I spread myself as far as my perfectly formed body can extend and I laugh, I soar, I dive, I live with every filament of my being. To my utter and profound satisfaction, that is the instant I truly grasp the greatness of happiness.

I love to fly.

Of course this is also a metaphor for being a writer...

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Sunday, February 19, 2012

New Website Coming!

I am very excited. I have just signed on with a new (for me, she's not new, she's been doing this since 1998) company,
at    http://www.ink2art.com/index.html
to redesign my website, blog, Twitter, Facebook, etc. and I am hoping for great things. Please stay tuned for the new look coming, perhaps in April. I will keep you posted! Meanwhile, enjoy life, live in a great way, and love those you hold dear with much enthusiasm!

If I Were Don Quixote




I’ve never actually read “Don Quixote”, but, I’ve seen a bit of one of the movies, I’ve read the cliff notes, I’ve heard of the story all my life. The story is famous; statues in Spain attest to its great appeal to all and sundry, people are always using “Don Quixote” in comparisons and anecdotes.
 From the depths of my strange mind, I find a comparison myself. If I were Don Quixote, which in a way I am, as any of us are, I would be blind to the crazy inner workings of my thoughts. And so, I sit in front of this computer, reading, writing, trying to learn and make myself a better person. In my madness, I don my ‘coat of arms’, my armor and battle implements and head out into the world every day to try and right a wrong, to make a name for myself amongst all the other names out there. To become one of the “Greats.”
I forage in small unknown places for those who need, or want, to hear what I have to say. I hope to “save” them by brightening their day or helping them feel they aren’t alone in this huge ungainly world. I fight insidious yet brave battles of doubt, mistrust in myself, in others, in putting on a ‘good face’ to this challenging countryside called life.
In my travels I find at times bright kernels of truth and wisdom, of friendship and guidance. At times the findings are not so sweet. I find depression, angst and repentance. I find this path lonely, even with my trusty ‘steed’, my computer, and beloved ‘follower/helper’, my husband, accompanying me along this treacherous, exciting, dangerous and exhilarating path.
I reside in my head, alone and unable to reach into others’ heads. I can only proceed with faith that when I touch another soul upon this plain of existence, that I touch it well and leave it feeling better for having known me, having read my words.
Only time can see if I too, will have “statues” erected in honor of my efforts, achievements and colossal deeds. Only time will give me dignity and grace and hopefully erase my faults and human frailty. I will continue my quest for honor and truth, happiness and success, and pray for the day to come where I appreciate, for myself, what I have accomplished. Hopefully that day will arrive before I die!
Carry on, brave readers, I am leading the way!







Images from:
http://indianaclassicalguitar.wordpress.com/2011/10/04/los-angeles-guitar-quartet-with-phil-proctor-in-ingenious-gentleman-don-quixote-st-louis-october-19th-2011/

http://www.freakingnews.com/XX-Century-Don-Quixote-Sancho-Panza-Pics-46529.asp

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Monday, February 06, 2012

Writers Unite Has Posted Evangeline's Mirace on Home Page





Writer's Unite      Hello dear readers,
Please check out this site to find Evangeline's Miracle book cover featured on the home page! I'm excited about this and hope you will be too, and tell others! Okay, that's the news, now back to the words on paper bit. Have a wonderful day,

Lisa

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Jabberwocky Love: A Nonsense Poem


Jabberwocky Love

The Jabberwocky poked, his head round the tree,
Afraid of what he might, or might, not see.

He sighed and blinked, when he found nothing there,
Safe for now, he thought, and frowned with a glare.

He took a step from behind his tree,
And stopped aghast, that he now could not flee.

A monstrous apparition began to appear,
Freezing his feet, with a strange queer fear.

Scaly and huge, jaws clacking, claws scratching,
With the creature’s advance, an idea began hatching.

The Jabberwocky’s eyes met those of the monstrosity,
And he breathed hot blue fire, with a great generosity.

His raging blue flames, ravaged her green;
Crazy turquoise ensued, stressing his spleen.

Intoxicating nectar flowed in his veins,
No! He would not surrender.  There would be no chains!

He breathed deeper; his blue blaze against her green,
She would not be the reaper; he would be her king!

She stepped closer; exuding tangy lime flames,
Which swirled and entwined, sparks flew with sharp aim.

Bright colors cascaded, on their hard, crusty hides,
Nothing could compete, with their shimmering tides. 

Her eyes started spinning; his were out of control,
As they delved full flight, into each other’s souls.

Her mind said to his, “I’m here, we are one.”
His replied, “Never, neeeevvv, okay. I’m outdone.”

They raised grotesque heads to the sky, fires spouting,
And roared the cry, of their mutual “outing”.

The fires sank back down, to soft binding earth,
Leaving both aware, they had just given birth.

He grinned at her, she sparkled at him.
“Gottcha,” she whispered, her smile all a brim.

“Who got who, I wonder, I cry.”
Was his response, with a wink and sly sigh.


 








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