This image feels inviting to me: I want to follow that worm wherever it's going, since it seems so strong and determined and forward-looking. And the look of the moon (is it yellow cheese?) is quite jaunty too.
I used associations and energies around the moon as prompts in my "Writing From the Inside" workshop today, and the group went in a very different direction; our writing led us to a peaceful place of bathing in mystery and magical moonlight. There were wonderful phrases/word pictures like "Yes, says the moon;" "the facets of your face;" and "I ate the moon" (which led me to a discovery of Aousha, the beloved "Arab girl" from the UAR who was known as "the poet who ate the moon"--she dreamed in her youth that the moon came down from the sky and she swallowed it). I'm always in awe when I see what comes through as we explore through the words this way, much as I am when we see what comes through the images in SoulCollage. It's this kind of discovery I seek to share in this blog.
Thus, I'm presenting another olio or miscellany today--some images of artwork, some poetry--no single theme, but examples of continued creative expression and hopefully, fodder for others.
First, some pieces I made for participants in the Inner Guidance by the Gulf workshop I led last week. Each started with one of my photographs, which was altered and enlivened, and then used as the basis of a dimensional collage--there are pieces of flora and fauna added to each one. Do click on the images for the full view, and see if you can determine what the added bits are. They are identified in the captions.
The light comes through, gently latticed,
shining softly through the spaces.
Iridescent threads pull into small circles,
their cavities playing arpeggios of color
for our deep delight.
She came, bearing a large box
wrapped beautifully and finished
with a perfect bow.
She held it out, offering,
"Here," she said, "this is for you."
"Take it," she urged:
the discovery, untying the ribbons,
feeling the slight unease
of not knowing what's to come.
She made a little bow, backed away,
and left the room.
Her gift was the promise,
the very moments of wonder
This kind of economy is truly rich,
wrapping the presents and receiving,
the give and take flowing every which way,
always offering and
always taking in.