– via 40 Ways to Stay Creative – Infographic – Layerform Design Magazine.
Category: Random thoughts
Kick Off Those Sunday Shoes
This one just makes me smile each time! Love how it has, among many of my favorite movies, Strictly Ballroom‘s amazing final dance scene!
Standing Appointments
Today, while bitching and moaning about how I had no control over my former massage studio, where I only use it one day a week since I decided to focus more on my writing and raising my little one – which unfortunately means that so many people use it on the other days of the week and break my things that are still in there without any consideration to me* – my client said something to me that made it all worthwhile.
While scheduling his weekly appointment for the rest of the month, he told me that he wasn’t going to make one of those weeks since he’ll be out of town. So I said, “good! Because your slot is highly sought after. Now I can fill that with someone who wants it.”
Then he said, “Well, they’ll have to wait till I die, because I’m not giving it up till then.”
I’ve been seeing this client since 1999, by the way – same time each week. And his words, after so many years of being his massage therapist, truly made everything else seem so mundane.
It even made my day.
* My co-renter rents out the room to whoever bodyworker or energy worker needs to use the room for a few hours, which leaves my poor neighbors so confused. But this was a huge lesson of letting go for me last year. You can’t have everything, after all…
I’m Not Really That Morose In Real Life
If I didn’t know who Morrighansmuse was and I stumbled upon her blog (this one), I’d probably think she’s one depressed chick behind a sad blog. I mean, look at her poetry – most of them so awfully sad.
But before you think that the person behind MM is one depressed, sad chick, here’s something that I hope will make you change your mind. This is not a sad blog. Really, it isn’t.
Look.
https://twitter.com/AnimaIReaction/status/517233940646862848
Can I have The Good King Snugglewumps?
How Does He Know?!
Just a cute video to open the week – you know, one of those days where there’s so much to do but I don’t know what to do. Anyway, this is the Josh Williams Band performing live 3 years ago, when a baby bird landed on his guitar in the middle of the song, Mordecai.
Now that’s a real Disney princess prince!
It’s Friday Somewhere…
But I wouldn’t know that because I’m stuck in traffic!
Father and Baby at Washington Square Park
I found this video today while looking for inspiration for a story I wrote last year (for a Daily Prompt that turned into a 3K word story), hoping to continue it with another one that would take me back to New York City with the character, Emmanuelle.
Because, yes, I miss the darn city and its people.
The pianist is Colin Huggins aka The Crazy Piano Guy (he’s not really crazy) who takes a piano out around NYC and plays.
Wordless Wednesday
Roger Ebert
“It is an interesting law of romance that a truly strong woman will choose a strong man who disagrees with her over a weak one who goes along. Strength demands intelligence, intelligence demands stimulation, and weakness is boring. It is better to find a partner you can contend with for a lifetime than one who accommodates you because he doesn’t really care. … Sixty seconds of wondering if someone is about to kiss you is more entertaining than 60 minutes of kissing. … Spill the beans, and the conversation is history. Speak in code, with wit and challenge, and the process of decryption is like foreplay.”
– Roger Ebert
Don’t Take My Word For It – Reading Rainbow for the New Generation
I can’t remember when I first heard those words
spoken again and again, at the end of a blurb
about a book I couldn’t wait to read
for just as Mister Burton said,
I shouldn’t take his word for it,
indeed.
And so I read and read and read some more
I read till the lights went out and the candles
wore, till the lace curtains caught fire
from one left lit, I read and read
that’s all there was to it
And then one day the words began to flow –
all my own, my own little world,
like flower after flower,
they unfurled
for the words that I’d read sprang seeds to create more
though this time, I wanted the words inside me
to soar, from the tips of my fingers to the ends of the earth
I read and I wrote, for all I was worth
I would have kept on reading even when there was no one
to tell me so, but for a man on the telly sharing new books
and stories I had yet to know,
he awoke the scribe that lived deep within
and now every child everywhere will have the same chance
I’d been given.
Morrighan's Muse 