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What Shapes Us

“The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth…these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven’s floor.”                       
                                                                                                 – Thoreau
What Shapes Us
This law I believe applies to all things live.
Can we all be glorious spangles?
Perhaps not. Perhaps yes.
I hope yes!
Are we capable of seeing the connection?
Can we try harder?
Can we open our eyes a little wider?
I hope yes.
The same law shaped our hearts.
When tragedy hits, we feel the hurt of others.
What shapes us is not a mystery;
It is divine.
It is intentional.
You, me,
all of us
shaped in the same way.
Can you dig it?

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Life’s Cycles

green circles

Life is about cycles. There is a time for everything. I try to represent this in the painting. The highlights are the moments that count, some unpredictable, some planned. I love the surprises; I welcome the challenges when life decides to spin me around. Happy cycling. We are given only a certain amount of cycles. Make them count.

Melba Christie

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Poemattic Becomes Bilingual in 2016

This decision is not linked to a New Year’s resolution because I do not believe in making resolutions. The other day, coincidently at the beginning of this year, I was thinking about the fact that I am totally bilingual and that I write poems and stories in Spanish. Some pieces are direct translations but many I originally wrote in Spanish. I found a few in notebooks I had stored away in the attic. As I read through the notebook I thought about my mom and dad. They were so proud of their heritage and native language. I know my dad must have been smiling from heaven. Thus, I  decided to include a poem written in Spanish every month.  I hope that you will spread the word. I will include a translation as well.

In the meantime, I have been painting, sketching and drawing to accompany some of my poems. I hope you are all having a wonderful new year thus far. Happy blogging And creating.

 

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On Creativity

“The creative mind plays with the objects it loves”

                                                 – Carl Jung

 

Tools of the trade

I recently visited the exhibit of Frida Kahlo at the New York Botanical Gardens. I took this picture of the desk where she painted. I imagined her sitting there looking around at her beautiful garden. I have many of her biographies and books that illustrate her work. The complexity and depth of her soul is in her work. I have different storage places for my paints, pens, pencils and brushes. These are among some of the objects I love. I see them as extensions of my mind and  a creative source. All I need to do is walk by a vase full of paint brushes (the older the better) and I cannot resist the urge to create something. Sometimes I fall in love with what I have done and other times I put it away to look at again at a later time. It is my way of looking at things from a different perspective.

I took the picture but I also examined each piece very carefully. Each object had a spirit. Each has a purpose. Creativeness has a purpose. It was an amazing experience, almost surreal.

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Thoughts on Poetry

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt,

and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

                                           –   Leonardo da Vinci

Magic Touch

“Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.”

                                          – Virginia Woolf

Wet Hibiscus

“Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed;

it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”

– Nicholas Sparks

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“Poetry is Life;  life is Poetry”

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Melba Christie

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Existence

Blue Ecstacy

Existence

Where we are

by far

defines our existence.

But where are we really?

Are we here, in the now, in the present?

Or are we not in existence?

Are we in our own imagination?

A figment?

I like to think I am

inside this painting;

going around in circles

without a worry,

the universe embracing me

until I become a wave.

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Crazy Dream

I read somewhere that in order to diversify your themes and topics for writing poetry or stories,you should write down the things you dream about as soon as you awake. Last night was full of  pleasant dreams for the most part. I have mentioned before my dreams are usually colorful and many times surreal. My dream last night was about my mother who passed away about twenty-two years ago. In this dream she was very chatty. We sat alongside sipping from our favorite mugs. I still have hers.

The second part of my dream took place in this beautiful but surreal garden. I could actually smell the essential fragrances of the flowers and herbs. I felt like I was at a spa. The colors blended and kind of melted into each other. Some of the plants and flowers actually spoke to me but I cannot remember any of It.

I started painting what I remembered right away. Please send me your opinion and comments; I just love when I get comments.

 

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Day Three – Three quotes Challenge

Tree of Inspiration

Above is a drew on my iPad when I was looking ofr some kind of inspiration. I found the Chines proverb and drew the tree which I call:Tree of Inspiration.

       Here are the quotes to fulfill the three quote challenge.

“Joy is an internal process grounded in knowledge of spiritual truth, the ability to trust

the wisdom of the Divine, and faith in the perfect and perfecting process of life.”

– Lyanla Vanzant

“It is better in prayer to have a heart without words and words without a heart.”

-Mahatma Ghandi

“Allow your heart to sing and dance and kick off its shoes when you are lonely or fearful. A Divine feeling of freedom will keep you company instead.”

– Melba Christie