Friday, 30 March 2012

What makes me laugh?



Prompt: What makes me laugh?


"Witches are not by nature gregarious, and they certainly don't have leaders. Granny Weatherwax was the most highly regarded of the leaders they didn't have. But even she found the meddling in royal politics a lot more difficult than certain playwrights would have you believe..."

Terry Pratchett. Wyrd Sisters

I adore the ironic wit, wisdom and literary word play of Terry Pratchett. Even a darkest mood can be lifted by Granny Weatherwax, Granny Ogg and Magrat Garlick and this week I am indeed grateful to those Wyrd Sisters!

Saturday, 24 March 2012

I love it!


Prompt: I love it!


I love the Spring for it seems to me the greatest miracle.
I love greeting each resurfacing plant, each deliciously new bud,
Like a treasured, long lost friend. 
I love the sweet, fresh air on my face, 
And the warming soil between my fingers.

I am also discovering the deeply truthful and beautiful poetry of John O'Donohue, a sample of which I have added to my shot for these words sing to me.

Friday, 16 March 2012

Outside of the lines


Prompt: Outside the lines


I struggled with this week's prompt (understatement). For, at the moment, I don't have a lot of self belief in my ability to colour outside the lines. In fact, as my haiku says, I am also strangely craving the opposite. Thus, after sitting with myself for quite some time, not being able to come up with a plan for my image - this has never happened to me before during this project- and feeling consequently most frustrated,  I decided to  go with what I feel in this moment. The truth doesn't always fit with what I would like to be happening ;)

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Thursday, 1 March 2012

A sweet escape


Prompt: A sweet escape.




"And yet - it lends itself to romance, my friend. All around us are people, of all classes, of all nationalities, of all ages. For three days these people, these strangers to one another, are brought together. They sleep and eat under one roof, they cannot get away from each other. At the end of three days they part, they go their several ways, never, perhaps to see each other again."

Agatha Christie. Murder on the Orient Express.