Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tangled in Emotions

I never planned to stop blogging for this long.  I had an art challenge to finish, a list my daughter and I plotted  to conquer before she moved away to college.

 I became sick and two visits to my Dr's office didn't give me any answers.  I went to the ER and again-no help!  I was in pain and needed something to get rid of the fire I felt burning in my lower abdomen.    Thanks to the internet-I know, I know don't self diagnose-I found some relief, a few ways to lower the PH in my body.  I gave up coffee, I drank green swamp juice, ate differently, drank water like a camel getting ready to embark on a long journey.(and I did-two of them.) In my zombie state of mind-I started to improve.  I didn't sleep much during this ordeal.  I heard the words:  Cancer, may be related to Kidney stones, Autoimmune and go back to your PCM.                              

I am better and hopeful!!  I am going to the Dr. next week.

Hubby n' I drove our daughter to her new home-college.  When we returned my mother's sister-my favorite aunt had passed away.   Two days later we were driving to Maine. We returned on Sunday in a fog-we have been over 2500 miles since August 15th.    Last night, my daughter's boyfriend called me and had a plan in place.  He was taking our daughter on a picnic and they were climbing a mountain to see the sunset.  When they reached the summit, he was going to propose!   It was odd since my mother gave me her wedding gown.   The last time I had been home was for my cousin's wedding.  Last night,  I received the call-they are engaged!   Daughter's boyfriend told his roommate and my daughter's roommate and they set the stage for a party!  They were greeted with streamer, balloons, cookies and cheer!  Today, my daughter found out she has been accepted into an Acapella group.

What a crazy ride August has been!   I have missed all of you, missed writing and blogging!!!
I hope you are well and life is good for you~  

 WE are crossing the Belfast bridge-almost home! 

I am not home until my feet reach the end of the timeworn wharf!  Do you think I let this sign stop me?!

No way-no how!  

Monday, July 21, 2014

Boomerang Metaphor Poem

  I have been sick-the dreaded summer cold.  I hate getting a cold, but in summer the sauna like humidity just makes me wilt.   I over heard my daughter and her boyfriend talking.  I guess the plan is not to return next summer.  I kinda suspected this news, but hearing it induced a sense of panic.  I have been on a mission to make memories.  We went to the Southern Hotel the other day and stopped to visit shop proprietor, Laura Carsey and artist, Ingrid McEntire.

Yes, I am behind on my 100 Days of Happy challenge. I made a collage-this covers from July 8-July 16.

 I found my daughter's childhood tea set.  The colors are mismatched and resemble Fiestaware.   
Cheerful, happy memories surfaced when I found this tiny cup. July 17

Now, time for a poem-I am so behind on blogging and writing!  Summer happened-

Here are happy photos for July 18,19th and 20.  Tomorrow I will post two pics to catch-up. I am using these photos to inspire a poem.  My friend, Hannah created a new form of poetry called Boomerang Metaphors.  You can read more about it here~  Congrats, Hannah!

This poem is an apron.
This poem is a Valentine from the sea.
This poem is a small token.

This poem is a kite on a clothesline
a pocketful of posies
a pink Depression ware plate
where memories are bleached n' hung
prayers for wet kisses for my roses
for your arms to hug me
This poem is an apron.

This poem is a gift from the sea
hear the ocean's breeze sing a bewitching tale
of the sea's marriage to the coast
as the waves kiss the shore
tumbling milky glass remembers
favors of love's stormy romance 
This poem is a Valentine from the sea.

This  poem is kissed by violet leaves
 where words gather on a lazy porch swing
in timeless word-homes
as Ice tea's tears collect and puddle
watching Monarch's floral wings embrace the blue fringe of day
tiny stars collected in a Mason jar lighting my pathway to you
This poem is a small token. 

This poem is an apron worn by my grandmother-now mine.
This poem is a Valentine kissed by a salty breeze.
This poem is a small token of violet freshness tucked in a word-home.

 ©Ellen Wilson

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Oh, Yeah Happy Days and a Poem

I was sick after the holiday.  My son caught this stomach, headache virus the very next day. I unfortunately caught it, too. Everyone else at my house was fine.  It felt like a tight helmet of pain.  Then the soccer punches arrived.  No fun!   I am thankful it only lasted 24 hours.

My daughter had time off  from work-we ran around gathering and purchasing more college supplies.   My potential art room is filled with Rubbermaid bins, bedding, towels and supplies.  I feel like I am on a marathon of feelings.  They circle me daily and remind me of what is to come. I bend, fold and tuck away my ideas for later, except for one idea I am working on.  It is reflective of  the 'birds of a feather' idea.

Okay, here is my Happy update.  I can't imagine how odd my photos will be when my daughter is gone and I have one foot in the past and the other in the future.

Day 2
-July 4th was about family, but seeing my Orange Nasturtiums bloom in a sea of red-made me smile. 
(This could inspire a poem)

Day 3
Two years ago, we planted some grapes,  I love seeing these clusters of sweetness gather-I bet they are sour. 
One cluster has a blush of purple and mauve-soon, I will try one soon.   -July 5th

Day 4
I gathered these finds for my daughter to take to college. I am smitten with the baby Honey bear and the idea of Novel Tea.  "Read 'em and steep!"  
-July 6th

Day 5
I love seeing these tiny Hens and Chickens growing in my Strawberry pot.  -July 7th

Over in the Garden, Michael aka Grapeling inspired us with a Get Listed poem.  We are asked to write a poem using three words from his list.  

fresh, burst, defy, chain, struck, forward, exchange, customary, prefer, close

***Grapeling's gorgeous photo***

Nature's Timepiece

Sun-glow clock
defies path
art in heaven whispers
 walk bridge 
 of solitude
planted in dreams
writhing n' rippling 
air squeezed out
why am I chained?

 fresh eyed Susan waves
her open arms remind me
my stubby walk-once a skinny pig
her eyes swaying among
wind's symphony
Soon, my orange sails will 
burst open
as silver fluff nears 
I make a wish: 
hover above fair Susan
 her golden dress sways
as we dance in our
mysterious square of blue. 

©Ellen Wilson

Tomorrow I will share three more photos-then I will be back on track!
I love the idea of searching for happy.  
You can still sign up?  

Thursday, July 3, 2014

100 Happy Days

My daughter and her boyfriend, Brenden challenged me to submit a photo, for 100 days-of something that makes me happy. There is a website and you, too can sign up-If you dare!!!  So, I signed up-then I thought about next month taking my daughter to her new home at college-I will be sad.  Maybe this will help me?!      I ran around my house taking photos.  Today, it was difficult to choose.

Ben n' Jerry's Coffee, Coffee, Buzz Buzz Buzz made me very happy! 
I had to burn it off, off, off-but it was worth it~

This also made me happy-
I love it when flowers decide to bloom in unique places.

But, today's winner was a book, I had received and had only glanced at.  I  love history and the stories that  arrive from what one gathers and collects~

Monday, June 30, 2014

Spinning Gold


Green road paved with tall firs
Sacred Oak filters silvered light
for tiny garden dwellers
 Earl Grey breath fogs early morning's portal
wishing for a honey spindling sky
a porch swing
a wedding ring quilt
tattered n' torn
Danube blue veins map
star charts
my day a murky veil
until you wake me

Let's visit Rabbit Island
where scarlet kisses cling
 to humidity's compass
your velvet ears listen
to human hymns
as  honey eyed Queen tickles you
elegant hands painting webbed light
I tip humanity's cup
as you-late bloomer
blush and
sniff anticipation.
 ©Ellen Wilson

I wish this photo was better, but I adore its charm.  My hound, Buster Brown stopping to smell the flowers-isn't he poetic!

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Tangled in Red

I read a book in January called An Invisible Thread by Linda Schroff.  It inspired me and I started to create a Red Thread Journal.  I wanted to connect images that shared life.  I tried to use vintage photos-with a candid appeal, but I also have the traditional family photos.   I was fortunate to be asked to write an article by editor, Christine Stephens, for the June issue of Sew Somerset.  Christine was amazing to work with and I feel fortunate to be in her last issue.  I learned she is living Stampington & Company. It was a privilege Christine-thank you for all your kindness and attention to detail!  

The first time I heard the proverb was when I started watching the TV series, Touch.  The show is about an eleven year old boy named Jake, who is autistic.  Jake has never spoken, but he has found a way to communicate with numbers and sequences by using the Fibonacci Sequence.  The show started on my husband's birthday, March 22nd and ended on mine, May 10th-odd. There were other unique connections-  I discovered I had used bird charms thorough out the journal.  Later I realized it was when my son was leaving the nest.

*****Stampington Photo of my work

I believe  it is through our connections we grow and become better people.  We bond in our joy, our love,  and sadness.   Our humanity makes us all kindred spirits.

I am featured over at the Stampington Blog.  I offered a tutorial for a Red Thread card.  I would love it if 
you stopped by!

Thank you to Gabriela, who interviewed me.  Your kindness and patience were remarkable.  I feel honored by the experience and enjoyed all we shared!  Thank you again Gabriela-I will never forget this week. I see the process differently now. The work you have done on the blog is uplifting and beautiful~
  We bonded over red thread!  

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Second Time Around

©Izy Gruye


Love lingers in skeleton's shadows
among vapid amnesia 
dreams of miles 
where wings touch 
penumbra's fringe intersects
 wild green flames
glow as sea caresses 
Earth's brown shoulders
beads of  sweat glisten
 whispers of  blue sky's French kiss lingers
on proud majestic peaks
 sweet salt intersects 
 bridge opens
tide rises 
Moon's embryo
tugs your gravity
 ego's waves ripple 
 gently fall
as your breath surges 
indigo surf curves, cascades and falls
your grey eyes fluent 
in mooring possibilities. 

©Ellen Wilson

Kerry offered us a chance to Play it again-a second chance poem.  She shared three poetic prompts-which were previously shared.  I chose a photo prompt by Izy!