The mist makes the night strange
and every light is worth more
(or less, depending).
Somewhere down the street
someone has lit the year's first fire
with damp logs,
and at first I mistake
the creeping, sparkling clouds
for smoke.
More of Kate's writing. Sooooo good.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Ghosting by Kate Horowitz
She was rapidly becoming invisible.
The automatic doors at the pharmacy
would not open for her,
and she sailed through
behind a solid old man
who did not hear her footsteps
or feel the breath of her sighs.
Another bit of beautiful wordcrafting by friend and poet Kate. Enjoy!
The automatic doors at the pharmacy
would not open for her,
and she sailed through
behind a solid old man
who did not hear her footsteps
or feel the breath of her sighs.
Another bit of beautiful wordcrafting by friend and poet Kate. Enjoy!
Performance Anxiety
It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not. —Author Unknown
We are our own worst enemies. By we, of course I mean me. It could be you too, but I don't want to be presumptious. What does it take to say “I am the Best” and really, truly believe it. Are there people who really believe they are?
Why must we always second guess ourselves? Is that God’s way of keeping us on the top of our game? From resting on our laurels, getting too fat, too rich, too full of oneself. Is that even possible? Is it okay to just say, well I do the best I know how and will deal with the consequences later.
Recently I told a artist who I really admire, how much I loved a particular piece of his art, to me it was beautiful and so well crafted. He told me “You know that sat on my easel for a such a long time because I really didn't like the way the shadow looked on her face”. That blew me away. This man is incredibly well-known, respected and admired...yet he admitted he was not quite pleased with his own creation...but he let it go. Boy, that is true self-confidence.
I guess that is my lesson...just let it go. Put down the self-imposed pressure, get into the groove and let it go.
As always I would love to hear your comments...you can post them. No one will judge...this is a judgement free blog. Go ahead hit that little comment button and rant, rave or just babble like me. It's sooo easy, I promise.
xo,
sher
We are our own worst enemies. By we, of course I mean me. It could be you too, but I don't want to be presumptious. What does it take to say “I am the Best” and really, truly believe it. Are there people who really believe they are?
Why must we always second guess ourselves? Is that God’s way of keeping us on the top of our game? From resting on our laurels, getting too fat, too rich, too full of oneself. Is that even possible? Is it okay to just say, well I do the best I know how and will deal with the consequences later.
Recently I told a artist who I really admire, how much I loved a particular piece of his art, to me it was beautiful and so well crafted. He told me “You know that sat on my easel for a such a long time because I really didn't like the way the shadow looked on her face”. That blew me away. This man is incredibly well-known, respected and admired...yet he admitted he was not quite pleased with his own creation...but he let it go. Boy, that is true self-confidence.
I guess that is my lesson...just let it go. Put down the self-imposed pressure, get into the groove and let it go.
As always I would love to hear your comments...you can post them. No one will judge...this is a judgement free blog. Go ahead hit that little comment button and rant, rave or just babble like me. It's sooo easy, I promise.
xo,
sher
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Reinventing Yourself
There are so many times in our younger lives when we get the opportunity to reinvent ourselves. You know, a do-over. When you start college, date someone new, get married or have children. These are all do-overs, times when you really get to re-examine who you are, who you want to be, or how you want others to see you.
As we get older (say just entering your forties), there are not as many chances. We get set, get comfortable, life keeps coming at you and you need, you have to just keep on, keeping on. But what if you get the opportunity for a mid-life do-over and you can use all the experience your past has given you.
It's sort of like an old wood floor, which has so many coats of varnish that it is just yellow and dull. It needs to be stripped down to the bare wood. Then slowly, gently, the varnish is reapplied one layer at a time. Pretty soon the beauty of the wood's grain shines right on through.
So it's all good right?...no preconceived notions, no scuffs or ugly build up. Just a beautiful new floor, a whole new you waiting for a chance to shine.
Yeah, I am starting a new job on Monday. I got the do-over, I sure hope I have some shine left!
xo,
sheryl
As we get older (say just entering your forties), there are not as many chances. We get set, get comfortable, life keeps coming at you and you need, you have to just keep on, keeping on. But what if you get the opportunity for a mid-life do-over and you can use all the experience your past has given you.
It's sort of like an old wood floor, which has so many coats of varnish that it is just yellow and dull. It needs to be stripped down to the bare wood. Then slowly, gently, the varnish is reapplied one layer at a time. Pretty soon the beauty of the wood's grain shines right on through.
So it's all good right?...no preconceived notions, no scuffs or ugly build up. Just a beautiful new floor, a whole new you waiting for a chance to shine.
Yeah, I am starting a new job on Monday. I got the do-over, I sure hope I have some shine left!
xo,
sheryl
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Real Poetry
I love, love, love this poem by friend Kate Horowitz. I can close my eyes and see the entire scene playout like a movie. If you would like to read more of her work check out her blog at http://hem0philia.livejournal.com
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Night Moves
Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night and while still half asleep do the rounds of your house? I did last week or so and thought that this ceremony should have a name, something like Night Moves (I know that's already taken, and for different reasons!). So, I wrote down some words on a piece of paper because I was still half asleep, but I thought it would make a good poem someday. Not that I have any idea how to wite a poem! I am hoping maybe Claire will teach me.
Cool to the touch
oh yes that's good
tuck in a foot
always on the move
sleep does not come cheap
Corny... I know, but it's my continuous nocturnal journey. Maybe you will share yours. Please feel free to do so.
xo,
Sher
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