Yesterday this poem came to me. I was feeling closed off and wanted to be away from the world. I get like that sometimes. But I wrote a post here in the morning, and after …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: can’t come in
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Sister on the Page
This morning I am feeling very quiet. The energy of the day feels heavy, hard and I think I would rather hide myself away. Go back to sleep, wake up in a happier place. There is …
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: A Woolf at the door
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens it’s wings on the stake. Let me sit here forever with bare …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Low fallen sky
This morning the first snow showed up here. It wasn’t much to speak of, just a few dusty showers. The poem below came out of it, unpolished once again. But I’m beginning to like them that …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Incognito
I love finding walking sticks. They are masters of camouflage so I’m always pretty impressed with myself when I manage to see one. This guy wasn’t too hard to spot, however. I’m not sure why …
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THROUGH MY LENS: The Old Birch
At the back of the yard this big birch tree stands alone. It’s very messy, shedding branches large and small all the time. It’s rotting, dying unfortunately, from some disease or what may have been …
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Revisiting “The Artist’s Way”
Discovering the book The Artist’s Way can be life-changing. It outlines a basic 12-step program to uncover blocks and help free creativity. There is a spiritual although not religious connotation to the book, which might bother some people …
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A Writer’s Gift
Some of you who read my blog may notice I have started posting a lot more this week. Over the weekend I attended a blogging workshop held by Jon Katz and Maria Wulf down at …
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The Long Road Home
Traveling along through the early evening, I watched the clouds roll away and the sky clear, shocked by the red riot of the sunset, and followed the path of the mists curling across the hills and down into the valleys, still clinging here and there to some odd anchor. I watched the light fade, the long light I love so much, and the shadows start to overtake it all. It was gorgeous and devastating, peaceful and powerful both at once...
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Capturing eternity in an hour: painting in the great outdoors
The rest of the afternoon I spent painting, looking out on the ever-changing landscape that is water and sky. I had never painted in the great outdoors before, and it had it's fair share of challenges. Like, how do I keep up with the colors when the light changes all the time? But I finished my little painting in just a few hours...
Jacqlyn Thorne 