Thursday, January 20, 2011

One word journal: January 19, 2011

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This morning I am grateful for....

the comment from Simon on my small stones blog. Somehow reading comments from writers I know who are admired brings more of a “big deal” feeling to me. Strange yet not, I suppose.

my Writing Campers. Intense, lovely work being done at Camp.

the ability to show up at 43things as I can and knowing it is here, will be here and my friends are here… loving and waiting and cool with my presence and my absence as well.

the coldness on the tip of my nose. Says “I am alert.”

My notebooks.

The drive to Los Angeles yesterday. Tedious and yet… awakening.

Yesterday’s Moonset and Sunrise.

January 20, 2011: This Morning....

Samuel’s bus arrived, right on time, despite the foggy conditions outside my window which block my view of much of anything.

I woke him up early and suggested he play with his WII before he set off, knowing some play time might help his school time. He would leave on a happy note, a “I did my favorite thing!’ before he had to face the unpleasantness of peers who don’t quite understand him. This year he has been saying things like, “I want to be a hermit” and I talked to a teacher who just mentioned in passing how the protectiveness of Samuel’s former class room aid pointed toward children not being so nice to Samuel on the playground.

He is exhibiting an escalation in bad behaviors which have been decreased since I have strategically used his WII as an early morning device as well as a conversation topic and a subject for social stories.

He walked out the door this morning and I reminded him. “I believe in you. Samuel, I love you!” I have trained myself to use four word sentences when he is leaving for school and when he is coming home from school. He appreciates that uniformity.

Since I love him, I have taught myself to do what he needs to begin the day well.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

One Word Journal: January 3, 2011

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One Sentence Journal: January 3, 2011

Random conversations while standing beside the poetry books at any book store fill my heart and pen with word-delight.

Today, January 3, 2011 I am grateful for...

time for reflection, finally. It seems today is more wide open than my recent days. I am electing to use it as such, without guilt or worry. Lately, been feeling guilty and worried almost constantly.

the artists participating in Visible Poetics. Some people have had to pull out and that made me nervous, but it appears to be coming together.

recognition of my own needs creatively.

Katherine’s presence.

Katherine’s normal blood tests (not anemic this time!)

my children, getting along so well (Even Samuel with his maniacal video game playing)

Emily Dickinson art

mod podge

thrift store treasures… what I call thrift store rescue, sometimes. :-)

my writing friends

Sunday, January 2, 2011

On January 2, 2010 I am so grateful for...

the chill in the air, the wind, the thick grey clouds ~ and I intend to remember how my cold nose feels for July when it is over 100 degrees here.

Emily Dickinson

ridiculously low priced thrift store sales

Seymour’s creative assistance

Emma’s request making: she is maturing right before my eyes….

time to watch old films

sculpting goals for 2011 that will inspire me…

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Ooodles of layers of accomplishment today, January 1, 2011....

So I am going to calm my little soul down and get working on my manifesto and goals… tomorrow.

Abondanza2011, y’all….

Saturday, January 1, 2010

I was such a whirling dervish of creativity, I think I’ll go to bed extra early.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Creativity