Rusty’s Sun

I’m an avid viewer of the CBS Sunday Morning Show & thanks to DVR, I rarely miss a show.  I was especially delighted to see the 1/27/19 segment about Jessica Frank, the “keeper of the suns.”  For 20 years, Jessica has been collecting and “handpicking every shining example of sun artwork to appear on the program – about 9000 and counting!”  I absolutely loved this segment & the story is fascinating!

Jessica Frank, CBS SUnday
Jessica Frank, CBS Sunday – “The Keeper of the Suns”

I immediately called my mother, told her about the show & asked her to send me a photo of the ceramic sun I had made when I was a little girl.  She has had it hanging in her kitchen for years.  So, in addition to a little background story about my art and the inspiration behind it, I eagerly submitted my sun to CBS Sunday Morning.  Maybe one day it’ll make its television debut!

 

~ It was summertime in Cape Girardeau, Missouri.  I believe I was in the second or third grade at the time, so I suppose the year was 1973 or 1974.  My parents were in the midst of divorce, so my mother made sure my brother & I had a variety of activities to keep us busy… including art classes.  At the time, I didn’t realize just how powerful those art classes were & how they would end up affecting my life today!  I’m forever grateful for my art teacher, Rusty Garner.  Everything about her was pure magic (at least in my eyes)!  Her studio was a large barn-like structure, detached from the back of her house.  I remember the musty smell of clay, paints & other art supplies – This aroma permeated the entire studio, our clothes & I loved it all!  I couldn’t wait to enter Rusty’s world!  She made sure there would always be something new in store for us to create & explore.

Sadly, my summers with Rusty came to a close in 1976 when my family moved to Texas.  To this day, all my pottery & artwork lives with family, so I get to see it all the time.  In my childhood works, I also see Rusty & realize I never had a chance to thank her for all she had taught me.  I never had a chance to tell her just how much of an impact she had made on me all those years ago – An impact still palpable to this day.

Rusty had a “larger than life” personality – she exuded joy, passion & purpose.  She was an enigmatic light in my life which continues to shine as bright as the sun!

 

Sun

 

Life Happens

“Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.”  ~ John Lennon

I hadn’t gleaned the thought of writing anything tonight, nor had I any desire to do so.  However, as I took notice of the many other writers sharing social media posts & commentary about their own frustrations & various roadblocks, I decided to reflect on this a bit & decided to write about why I write… or why I don’t write.  Without any particular  topic in mind, my words tonight are meant as a cathartic reminder for myself & hopefully for others who might be reading.

Life happens.  Sometimes things happen beyond our control, but sometimes we simply need to take a breath, freeing ourselves from unsatisfying, exhausting attempts to be the perfect version of ourselves as a writer in order to please our readers.  However, once we lose sight of ourselves & own pleasure, our written words can reflect this & the reader will notice as well.  Here’s one of my favorite quotes I find quite fitting for this post & for writers in general.

“I write for myself & strangers.  The strangers, dear readers are an afterthought “  ~ Gertrude Stein

Life happens.  With every ebb & flow, take these moments (or years), attend to the needs at hand.  Some writers are able to dive back into their work without skipping a beat.  Others must take time to reflect, regroup or reinvent themselves & their work.

Life happens.  Sometimes we need to escape from such mental rigidity, finding the contentment to write about “nothing,” yet more often than not, something always comes from nothing.  I think I’ll try to make more time to let myself go – to write freely, without the self inflicted cognitive overload caused from laborious hours nitpicking my verbiage, format & flow.

I suppose I’ll consider this post a prologue, a precursor intended to spawn future posts, musings & observations about writers & writing.  Stay tuned.

girl writing on a black keyboard
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Lessons Never Ending ~

033153CF-9614-4139-8A01-46D42ED1DF57I have no words.  On this particular evening, words don’t seems to matter.  Sometimes we need the silence to better understand what we cannot control.  My mind is content to leave this post just as it is with closing comments already expressed here, amongst the clouds in this image.

 

A View From Within~

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
~ Henry David Thoreau

The view remains the same, unchanged, unaltered scenery
filled with images visible to those who see deeply with sensory feelings afire, versus those who only see the obvious, choosing to remain simple minded or selectively blind as to what truly matters.

It is the emotional response which differs as sensory perception & intention continue to misfire with no end sight – except from within.

Our senses of touch, sound, smell, taste, & sight compose a symphony when used with intentional appreciation. When these fantastical senses are taken for granted or used solely as functional organs, all which is beauty becomes lost in ruin.

This gloaming, cloudy perspective of what the world is (or should be) vacillates broadly in our portrayals of what’s good, bad, right, wrong… Lost is a sense of reality versus delusional dysmorphia.

In all of this lies the reminder of redemption & hope – Although sometimes our psyche is affected due to trauma or teachings, remember we are at risk of [“becoming what we pay attention to”] instead of who we are. Until we begin to observe others, the world, surroundings & all else we see, see fully. Blessed are we with the senses our bodies were born to use, we must take advantage & use, use fully.

Take a different look at the view. Respectfully, responsibly visualize every shape & movement with color; listen to every sound with thoughtful curiosity & emotional breath in your lungs as you take it all in. Upon exhaling, only then can we begin to decide what truly matters.

Explore things curious or paths unknown – bold or not, find the bliss amidst it all. And in this newfound peace, maybe, just maybe “common sense” can develop into a sixth sense to behold most mellifluously.

* paraphrased quote by Sue Monk Kidd