A short note to my writing group: On seeing this painting, Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe I could write about visiting Iona 25 years ago; of receiving a book written in the 1800s and passed down to me, from my Scottish Aunt about Iona history; about the fact that my grandmother was a … Continue reading The Conversation (inspired by the painting Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe)
Jasper, Canada, photo by Derek Noffke, 2014 Athabasca Falls, M Noffke, 2014 Being able to see and hear the sights and sounds in my life bring me joy. I am grateful for sight and hearing and don’t ever want to take it for granted. These are senses that most of us are given from birth; … Continue reading Reflection: Observations about growing older: ears and eyes.
I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
I wonder how you are all doing now that it is almost the end of the year. My blogging ground to a halt when I started the Art of Individuation course which I had hoped to give you some more feedback by now. In the last week of the course our plans for moving crystalized … Continue reading December 2021 check-in
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/10/thistle-in-a-field.jpg Thistles in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges Here is another short story for the group of writing friends I belong to, inspired by this painting as a writing prompt. Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure. The Scottish thistle is the symbol of my adventuring journeys as that is where my father came from. My … Continue reading Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/gwen_john_a_corner_of_the_artists_room_in_paris_cardiff.jpg Painting by Gwen John, a corner of the artists room in Paris. A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories. (This was first written for the my group of writing friends in response to the prompt of the painting by Gwen John , A corner of the artist's room in Paris.) The image of the empty … Continue reading A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
Dear Readers, Today I want to talk a little about my latest research project that I have set for myself. It is still very much in it’s infancy so it may develop more direction as I go along. Recently I was watching this episode by Skeindeer knits. I have tried to set it so that … Continue reading Knitting Research : South African Heritage
Many people ask: What is art? When I was studying art we spoke about high art and low art. I think it was a highbrow or snobbish way of thinking and people believed that only high art mattered. Low art included crafters and hobbyists. Even nowadays there are people who talk about insider art and … Continue reading What is art and can you call yourself an artist?
This is a little metaphoric story of a longing for meaning or purpose. I wrote it for a group of writing friends last week. I chose a painting of Vincent van Gogh as my prompt; he has been one of my favorite artists since a young girl. We had several copies of his paintings in … Continue reading A Longing to Answer the Call within Us
For the first two weeks we explored our image we chose as our symbol. Mine, as you may recall, was the butterfly wings and the metamorphosis cycle. It was mostly using one's intellect in researching meaning, ontology and considering how it could speak to us. We also were given questions to consider about what we … Continue reading Feedback About My Course I am Attending: Part Two