Showing posts with label Ralph Waldo Emerson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ralph Waldo Emerson. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Seasons of writing

Here's the grand finale from my talk.  Play the song and think about it............enjoy!


12. Seasons of Love from Rent

Henry David Thoreau wrote “The author’s character is read from title page to the end.”

Whether it’s a memoir, flash fiction, poetry, or a movie review – I know there’s a piece of me in the pages. Each of us is unique and as writers we share bits of ourselves through our words. As we journeyed today through soundtracks of a writer, I hope a piece caught your attention, inspired you to explore new writing paths or dig deeper into your current track. Or just bang on the drum all day.

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “Happy is he who writes from the love of imparting certain thoughts and not from the necessity of sale – who writes always to the unknown friend.”

525,600 minutes – how many are you using as a writer?

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Weekend Reading

All memorable events ... transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere - Henry David Thoreau - Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.

I was eating a half grapefruit for breakfast today, but contemplating life. I thought about mornings as a kid and fighting over cereal boxes to read. It's been a long time since I actually looked at the back of cereal boxes - what are kids reading these days? Cheerios features a message about the USO. Very nice and noble.

Aaah - a favorite and I'll show my age. I remember when it was SUGAR Frosted Flakes. Tony the Tiger is still the star on the front, but they've gone serious on the back with a health message. What? Where's the puzzle or jungle adventure tale?

Kids don't care about nutrition, and c'mon, it's still corn flakes with a sugarfied coating. I was rather disappointed in this box.


Hooray for Cap'n Crunch - still so sweet your teeth will ache. Still leaves a sugary film in your final drops of milk. Best of all a cartoon-like message. The big kid in my house (husband Ray) loves the Crunch and it's a weekend treat. Do any cereals still have little booklets inside, puzzles, or games? My vocabulary was boosted by cereal treasure maps. So much for my weekend reading adventure. Back to the Dallas Morning News.


It's completely usual for me to get up in the morning, take a look around, and laugh out loud - Barbara Kingsolver

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

April Outward

This brilliant splash of color is tucked amongst bushes on the side of the house. This is a weird perspective. I'm standing on the sidewalk, taking the picture from above the azalea. Like spring in Texas, the loveliness is fleeting. Poetry begins ... when we look from the center outward - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Another April by James Merrill


The panes flash, tremble with your ghostly passage

Through them, an x-ray sheerness billowing, and I have risen

But cannot speak, remembering only that one was meant

To rise and not to speak. Young storm, this house is yours.

Let your eye darken, your rain come, the candle reeling

Deep in what still reflects control itself and me.

Daybreak's great gray rust-veined irises humble and proud

Along your path will have laid their foreheads in the dust.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom - Robert Frost