diva pig child

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new avatar for diva pig child

 

 

cover of my book: Diva Pig Child:

 

Diva Pig Cover

 

I am a product of the nunnery

with a medieval French Christian Devotion

to Saints, Mary, Mother of Jesus,

and fulfillment in discipline

and a constant schedule

implemented daily

with meditation

and

humility

energy in the clouds…

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watercolor by Neil Waldman

 

gold plays with violet-a

chakra dance in spiritual

and tribal auras

deep

And when we marry, we marry the whole family each and every root and seed; everyelement of earth, water, air and fire!

jeannepoland's avatarThe Vibrant Channeled Creator

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“Deep Emily” watercolor by Jeanne Poland

Owen wanted me to paint Emily in the woods.

But I saw her as rocks in the stream,

surrounded by her family

allowing the cold water to refresh them and smooth the surface

until they were smooth from the touch of the divine…

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Robin Hood

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we exchanged our house and car for 2 weeks in Nottingham

1991

left to right: Jeanne, Lavena, Quenby, and Eleanor

calligrapher takes

 bite of Robin’s merry men

satisfying fill!

“C’est la vie”

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”C’est la vie!”

 

bumps in the road

“C’est la vie” just me and God

carried like a lamb!

favorite flower

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photo posted by Les Lyon                                                              double birds of Paradise

spines erect point up

of course-the blue ones blast off

grown in Paradise!

no fussing

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Calligrapher: John Stevens                                                                     Author: John Lennon

 

dressing up formal

black tux and tie – flourishes:

cummerbund ruffle

 

Ian McEwan

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the wrinkled old man McEwan brings to life

It’s the 72nd birthday of English novelist Ian McEwan(1948), best known for his internationally best-selling novel Atonement (2001), about a young girl who starts a disastrous rumor. It was later made into a hit film starring Keira Knightley. McEwan tends to write about unsavory characters and situations, like incest and murder. He likes to choose unlikely and provocative ways to tell a story. His novel Nutshell (2016) is essentially a retelling of Shakespeare’s play Hamlet, but told from the point of view of a fetus in his mother’s womb. His penchant for dark material has earned him the nickname “Ian Macabre” in the British press.
McEwan’s novels include The Comfort of Strangers (1981), Amsterdam (1998), and On Chesil Beach (2007). He’s fond of intense research for his books, like shadowing a neurosurgeon for two years for the novel Saturday (2003) and immersing himself in physics for Solar (2010).
When asked how his writing process has changed with the onset of technology, McEwan answered: “In the seventies I used to work in the bedroom of my flat at a little table. I worked in longhand with a fountain pen. I’d type out a draft, mark up the typescript, type it out again. Once I paid a professional to type a final draft, but I felt I was missing things I would have changed if I had done it myself. In the mid-eighties I was a grateful convert to computers. Word processing is more intimate, more like thinking itself. In retrospect, the typewriter seems a gross mechanical obstruction. I like the provisional nature of unprinted material held in the computer’s memory — like an unspoken thought. I like the way sentences or assages can be endlessly reworked, and the way this faithful machine remembers all your little jottings and messages to yourself. Until, of course, it sulks and crashes.”
About writing, he says, “Not being boring is quite a challenge.”

Orchids

orchids

waiting 6 years for this one to flower

my house is never the tropics

 

Our Prayers Break on God


by Luci Shaw

Our prayers break on God like waves,


and he an endless shore,


and when the seas evaporate
and oceans are no more


and cries are carried in the wind


God hears and answers every sound


as he has done before.

Our troubles eat at God like nails.


He feels the gnawing pain


on souls and bodies.

He never fails


but reassures he’ll heal again

,
again, again, again and yet again.

 
“Our Prayers Break On God” by Luci Shaw

from Eye of the Beholder.

Paraclete Press © 2018.

Reprinted with permission of Paraclete Press in Brewster, Massachusetts.

surfer girl

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Surfer Girl
by Barbara Crooker

I’m walking on the beach this cold brisk morning,
the bleached sea grass bending in the wind, when there,
up ahead, in the pewter waves, I see a surfer in her wet suit,
sleek as a seal, cutting in and out of the curl, shining in the light.
I’m on the far side of sixty, athletic as a sofa, but this is where
the longing starts, the yearning for another life, the one
where I’m lithe and long-limbed, tanned California bronze,
short tousled hair full of sunshine. The life where I shoulder my board,
stride into the waves, dive under the breakers, and rise; my head shaking
off water like a golden retriever. I am waiting for that perfect wave
so I can crouch up and catch it, my arms out like wings, slicing back
and forth in the froth, wind at my back, sea’s slick metal polished
before me. Nothing more important now than this balance between
water and air, the rhythm of in and out, staying ahead of the break,
choosing my line like I choose these words, writing my name
on water, writing my name on air.
 
“Surfer Girl” by Barbara Crooker, from More. © CR Press, 2010. Reprinted with permission.

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