I Don’t Want to Grow Up

Those are the words I used to caption this photo in my online class today. Part of them, I should say. Because when I see these openings in the base of trees I always think of little fairies going in and out.  

Several other class participants agreed with me and said they think of the fairies, too, when they see openings in tree trunks. See? I am not alone.  A woman from Portland remarked, “We have fairy trees around Portland, too. Makes you wonder…”
Maybe this is because when I watched Peter Pan on TV when I was a little girl, I wanted to fly. I remember getting up on the top bunk bed and thinking when I jumped down I would be able to fly…but I don’t remember the outcome. I was enchanted with the story and felt the magic. 
Fast forward to being a 56 year old Grandma. Still looking at the trees (my muse) and wondering what secret life can be hidden in that hole there.  Sometimes life is too serious, too hard, too much responsibility, but not there inside that tree. 
The actual assignment was entitled “All Cracked Up”, citing a quote from Leonard Cohen, “Everything has cracks in it. It’s how the light gets in.”  I chose to look at something in a symbolic way, and offer my imperfectly perfect way of looking at this crack in the base of a tree.  Of course, I realize that after you read this you’ll be thinking I am the one that is all cracked up…. Oh, well.
May you find the time to celebrate a wonderful memory, a favorite story, a magical feeling, or simply a little place in your own yard where perhaps the fairies dwell.
When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
Peter Pan
Spoken by Peter Pan

Open Up to Possibility

My task yesterday was to look for something that speaks of promise or possibility, one of those intangibles.  Something that “reminds you that anything is possible and we have everything to hope for.”

I was cleaning up my sewing and craft area and happened to see a row of tatting that was given to me years ago. This lace never fails to amaze me, that one single knot tied over and over again and looped together in different intervals can make such a lovely design.  

How does that relate to my task for the day? Is the glass half empty or half full? Is this ball of string something to tie up packages, or can we do something more with it? 

A ball of string, a ball of crochet thread, a skein of yarn all have the potential to be something more.  So does materials for making a house, so does the food in the kitchen that waits to be blended together for a nice meal. 

Potential. Possibility. Hope.

What is it that is waiting inside of me, inside of you, or in that student or friend or coworker, that longs to be taken to heart and nurtured?  What holds us back from sharing the gifts and abilities that sit within us?  Are we waiting for permission to speak up? Are we just afraid that we will really succeed?  

Someone who knew what to do with this thread took it into her hands and started tying knots, patiently working until a length of lace was created, beautiful to behold.  

This speaks to me of possibility and hope.  

To learn more about tatting and how it began go here.

A Breath of Fresh Air

Tracey Clark wrote, “Inspire yourself today by appreciating and admiring the great outdoors. For me, the sky symbolizes the bigger picture and endless possibility. She is one of my favorite muses. What is your outdoor muse? Consider it today as you shoot.”

Right away I knew that trees were my topic for today. I can honestly say that trees are my muse in the great outdoors, trees inspire me. They grow where they are planted. Trees are strong and stately, always reaching for the sun. They let go of what is used up (leaves) and make room for new growth each year…year after year. Some of my favorite childhood memories are connected to tree climbing. 

Then there is this poem by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918):

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree….
My dear hubby drove the car while I made him stop at various places at the park here in town, and I took many photos of trees, in 17 degree winter weather. I deliberately set my camera to monochrome so that I could get nice contrast.  For this photo here I looked right into the sun, which is sort of hidden behind the trunk of the tree. I love the effects of the light, the clouds, and the outline of the branches.

This winter take time to get outdoors and look around, enjoy the scenery, and see the beauty of the season.  Find out what your outdoor ‘muse’ is and photograph it, write about it, paint it, or just be inspired by it. Bundle up appropriately for the weather, of course, and enjoy the fresh air!

Blessings….

Deb