“Let’s Do It”


 

Reinventing yourself?
Are you the curious observer?
Are you the deep thinker?
Release those thoughts!
Instead be still and take in the view
Breathe deeply
Cultivate Calm
transcend the ordinary
Love self.
Love others selflessly
Love, Love, Love
all of nature knows the rules
all of nature knows how to do it
“let’s do it”
Let’s love each other
Like Cole Porter wrote,
“Even lazy jelly fish do it”
Reinventing yourself?
Just do it.
Love will make it happen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Compassion


We need more compassion!

Feeling for another

is not difficult;

if you know what it feels like

when someone has

co-sufffered with you.

 

We need more compassion!

Squeeze it out

from you heart and soul;

don’t worry,

you won’t run out.

More will be stored for you.

The process is innate;

fundamental,

essential,

in order to live life

fulfilled with purpose.

 

We all need more compassion!

Believe it or not,

having it and giving it

even has effects on the prefrontal cortex.

It’s scientific you see,

bringing about glee.

According to the dictionary

(open delight or pleasure; exultant joy; exultation)

is something we are ALL capable of.

 

We need more compassion!

Every faith knows it;

it is in our DNA ;

all we have to do is show it.

 

We need more compassion!

Become a stakeholder;

an investor, and or

a proprietor.

 

Compassion’s payoff:

multiple assets,

great dividends,

All add up to PEACE.

We all know we need that too.

 

The Landscapes of My Mind


Sometimes I go to my favorite place;

silently and all alone.

no fancy name given

no signs to direct me there

no houses, no people

simply a natural space

in which to roam.

 

If ever you should need to go there

I will gladly show you the way

but there is one thing I must say

all you really need is to close your eyes

take three deep breaths

and wish yourself away.

 

* I often have dreams where I am just walking through beautiful and peaceful landscapes. The painting is one that depicts my latest dream.

 

 

 

On Creativity and Mindfulness


I do not think one can exist without the other. We must be mindful of the creative process and what it means to be creative. Isaac Asimov once said that to be creative, “isolation was a requirement.” At times I believe this is true. But there are times I do not want to be isolated at all.

Creativity is expressed in many ways. We may have a muse or many muses to help us get inspired to create. Some of us may be so lucky to be born with a creative spirit. Some of us get this sudden flash of creativity. The proverbial “light switch” that turns on and we run with the idea hoping we did not get the idea from somewhere else. Is it possible for two people to experience the same creative flash simultaneously?

Creativity for me is almost a sacred endeavor. I believe that we must be connected to something beyond our physical reach. I taught children with the firm belief that every child was creative. It was not something I could teach them but something that was part of their being. And each child was creative in their own way. As Howard Gardner proposes we all have “multiple intelligences” that can be developed in different ways. Therefore, it would take a “creative” teacher to help this process.

So how does mindfulness play within all of this? “Mindfulness is the basic human ability to be fully present, aware of where we are and what we’re doing, and not overly reactive or overwhelmed by what’s going on around us.” Thus, we are aware of the creative process and how to fulfill our creative needs.

I found a few blogs that speak to the creative process and how to develop mindfulness. I also found a few magazines that help people work through the creative process by keeping journals. One of these magazines provides you with a variety of prompts to create all kinds of art and different genres of writing.

I had not used Artrage program in a while to create drawings or paintings. Today I was mindful and I must have been visited my muse and I painted this:

I call it “Deep Mist”. I think it reflects what I was feeling but then again was it a “sudden flash” or was it my “isolation” that help me create this. I am not sure. I am learning from many of you that creativity is a beautiful thing. I also started keeping a journal where I write down my thoughts as I paint. It is amazing how I am beginning to understand a lot more about what creativity is about.

I hope to continue to share some of these perspectives. I would love to get your reaction and comments.

 

Attributions:

https://www.mindful.org/what-is-mindfulness/

https://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/199203/the-art-creativity

https://www.learning-theories.com/gardners-multiple-intelligences-theory.html

https://www.technologyreview.com/s/531911/isaac-asimov-asks-how-do-people-get-new-ideas/

 

 

 

 

Coming to America


I re-blogged this poem in honor of my mother. I can’t imagine what she would say about all that is happening right now. I hope she is not too worried.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

PHOTOS FOR KEEPS 465

Coming to America

She was only 18 years old

Her heart raced in her chest

like galloping stallions on the finca

they left on the island of emerald-green.

Soon their ship would pass by Lady Liberty;

All decks were packed with passengers

Some would salute proudly,

others knelt thankfully

as if at church,

but she simply held her breath

like when you get ready to

blow-up a balloon at a birthday party.

Her dreams danced in her head

like her favorite dancers Fred Astaire

and Ginger Rodgers.

She envisioned herself looking out

her bay window framed with lace curtains

as her two young girls jumped rope.

She imagined her Cape Cod home

surrounded by a three-foot white picket fence,

daffodils and daisies leaning comfortably against it.

That was her American Dream.

Yellow and red flowers growing along a white picket fence in traditional garden Stock Photo - 13865383

She knew there was hard work ahead

No one said it would be easy

her heart reminded her everyday

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Remembered


After I wrote The Role of a Poet, I found this post that relates to the premise.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

Remembered

How do you want to be remembered?  asked the poet

There were three poets, one doctor and two teachers present to respond to the poet’s question.

Finally after a long silence and obvious pondering the doctor says, “I want to be remembered  as someone who took my oath seriously.

One poet said, ” I want to be remembered as a poet who wanted to promote peace.”

The other poet said, “I will be remembered as the king of the couplet.”

The remaining poet said, ” I hope people will remember me as the simple poet.”

Then the two teachers looked at each other politely and gestured one another to speak first.

After a few seconds one teacher speaks. “I want to be remembered for my patience,” she said.

The other teacher remains pensive for a few more seconds. She says, “I hope that the students I was not able…

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The Unistar


I found a Unistar

ready to be wished upon

I wished for many things

I won’t say how many

but if tomorrow

the world is at Peace

we shall thank the Unistar.

 

Melba Christie

 

The painting is my representation of the Unistar. Make a wish if you want. It can’t hurt.

Unistar