Monday, January 26, 2009

Cultivating the Gardener

Bok Tower Gardens
, even after a bitter freeze, is a place that inspires me to wonder if a garden is actually the place to find God. The only place that a god seems at home, these days--it's hard to feel spiritual in the grocery store, or while watching the economy implode from my vantage point at the leading edge of the layoffs.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Bridge to Bassetville

So I've been offline for 12 days. In my defense, I have taken in a third temporary foster basset and I still have the first; and I have been going to two, count 'em, two, writing workshops.

In the pix, Sherman is on the left and Sammie is on the right. To find out about adopting a basset, go to the Suncoast Basset Rescue website.

I love dogs, but I think I'm a cat person at heart. I pay attention to Sherman and Sammie at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and when I notice them around the house, and also when they disappear into the night when left outside for five minutes (Sammie!)

In other words, I treat them like cats.

Friday, January 2, 2009

State of the Wench

It's 2009, even if it took a second longer to get here.
  • I am still looking for Mr. Right-Job, or Mr. Right-Now-Project. I have discovered a raft of job sites, but they all seem to lead to the same five jobs. In fact, jobs I've applied for, and even interviewed for, have not yet been filled. I have attended a seminar on rain-making--by STC member John Hedtke--and participated as a judge in the FTCC competition for 2008. I've started this blog. I've created a new portfolio site.
  • I've planted some kiwis, which may already be dead. Spring will tell. I've painted my kitchen and refurbished a decrepit hoosier with a white enamel top to go in it.
  • I have hosted a sweet foster basset for the last two weeks. I took in another sick basset who died about 16 hours after I picked him up.
  • The novel is tangly and not getting more organized. I have six pages of a new novel idea to keep me warm.
So, that's the state of the wench. How about you?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Prompt: Felt Sense

In Plato's theory of forms, what we see is not the thing itself, it is simply a shadow. Perhaps emotions I can name are simply shadows of the real felt sense.

Try this exercise:
Get comfortable. Close your eyes and count backwards from 100, slowly. When you get to zero, try to remember your first kiss. Spend a few minutes with how you felt, but don't try to define it.

When you're ready to open your eyes, describe in words that felt sense. Don't be afraid to use simile and metaphor, even make up words.