While it’s known that Cordy can get into mischief, if I want to keep her busy, I just supply her with beads and some of the dichroic fused glass pendants I make & she creates these….As long as she’s playing with beads, your Tim Tams are safe!
Archive for January, 2009
Seeds of Glass
Before leaving the island of the temple people, Enchanteur whispered we should participate in the Seed Sharing Rites, to further our creative fertility and fecundity. These ideas were planted, and began to grow…
Below is a “before” and “after” set of photos. On the left, bits of broken glass, known as “frit”. On the right, the beautiful, flamboyant result of the heat of creativity…The glassworker begins with a gather of hot white Moretti glass, applies more heat and clear glass to encase it with a transparent coating, then rolls the still-hot form in mixed colored frit: voila, a Murano-like beauty is born!
(photo from www.glassdiversions.com)
At Soul Food Cafe, we collect, mix, and stir up words and thoughts, apply the white heat of the creativity, and produce beautiful new works, shining with cathedral-like color and vibrance.
“Go into your studio and make something!” the saying goes. In Lemuria, your studio is found in your heart and soul – so go deep within, find the light within your spirit, and let it shine out, using your chosen medium – glasswork, writing, music, photography, painting, or nurturing life itself!
Each day is a new canvas for an artist of the heart!
(c) 2009 – Kerry Vincent
Inner Circle – An Offering to the Dream Masters
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May I find on my long journey inward -
winding my ways along the inner labyrinth -
balance
wholeness
peace
connectedness.
May I find love of self and love of others -
not because I deserve it,
nor because I prayed so hard,
or performed the rituals the right way,
or believed so strongly and so sincerely…
A gift of grace I ask, o please -
I don’t know what else to do,
or who to ask -
in return
I will plant a prayer flag of hope
in the hard clay of my heart.
I will try to love my neighbor each day,
even when they refuse to use their turn signals.
O Trickster God may it amuse you to impart this gift
I dream of receiving, I dream of sharing,
that sacred gift most overlooked,
an ordinary day -
I offer this my prayer
to the dark echoing void.
Why a walnut? Revisited
My mind is a strange place and I should not go there alone…when I thought of “Why a (wal)nut?” the other day, it reminded me of this scene from the Marx Brothers’ movie, Cocoanuts. I copied it below for your reading pleasure – it still makes me smile every time I read this! (Of course I’m a simple soul….Kezza)
As some of you know, I have “a thing” for rubber ducks as well…
Why a duck?Hammer [Groucho Marx]: … Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.
Chico [Chico Marx]: Why a duck?
Hammer: I’m all right. How are you? I say here is a little peninsula, and here’s a viaduct leading over to the mainland.
Chico: All right. Why a duck?
Hammer: I’m not playing Ask-Me-Another. I say, that’s a viaduct.
Chico: All right. Why a duck? Why a– why a duck? Why-a-no-chicken?
Hammer: Well, I don’t know why-a-no-chicken. I’m a stranger here myself. All I know is that it’s a viaduct. You try to cross over there on a chicken, and you’ll find out why a duck.
Chico: I no go someplace, I just–
Hammer: It’s deep water, that’s why a duck. It’s deep water.
Chico: That’s-why-a-duck.
Hammer: Look, rube. Suppose you were out horseback riding and you came to that stream and wanted to ford over there, you couldn’t make it. It’s too deep.
Chico: But what do you want with a Ford when you got a horse?
Hammer: Well, I’m sorry the matter ever came up. All I know is that it’s a viaduct.
Chico: Now look … all righta … I catcha on to why a horse, why a chicken, why a this, why a that. I no catch on to why a duck.
Hammer: Well, I was only fooling. I was only fooling. They’re going to build a tunnel in the morning. Now, is that clear to you?
Chico: Yes, everything excepta why a duck.
–The Cocoanuts
more nuts, anyone?
www.walnuts.org/pdfs/WalnutIndustryFactSheet.pdf
Click the link to learn more about walnuts, which lower cholesterol, have been around for thousands of years, have roots that grow 10 feet deep, have beautiful, deep burled texture, and were a favored food of Roman emperors. Funny, this fact sheet doesn’t mention the “beam me on board, Scotty” feature – maybe that’s only for the Vulcanian variety of walnuts…
What Does It All Mean?
Meaning is not something you stumble across, like an answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of the affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.—
John Gardner
orchid – Missouri Botanical Garden photo
Sipping sweet nectar
tracing soft spots with fingertips
peering in the pulpit
at this petal-sized universe
by Kerry Vincent (2009)
why a walnut?
All is working according to plan – my fellow passengers are so worried about me nabbing their Tim Tams they have no idea what I am really after is ideas for my stories…
Now just why would Enchanter give everyone a walnut? Except for the obvious joke you have to be nutty to cruise with this bunch…it reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:
Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn’t do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.
Florida Scott-Maxwell
Look out, gals, things are about to crack wide open!
Maid without Honor
Hmmmph. All these society type ladies on board, dining and dancing and carrying on. Someone around here has to clean up after them, and that someone is me, Cordelia Frumpwort, maid without honor.
Usually they don’t even notice me – I’m just so much furniture to them – I stay quiet and don’t make a splash, so I can listen in on their conversations. It’s not eavesdropping, it’s research – because I really want to be a writer. When I was little, I didn’t say, “When I grow up, I want to be a maid…” This is just my cover…
Smithsonian Ocean
What I love is learning. And writing about what I learn. These ladies are gushing over their boy toys and party dresses- ignoring the very ocean they are floating on. The ocean, with its wonders and depths and teeming life. Last year I went to a wonderful opening of the Sant Ocean Hall at the Smithsonian Natural History Museum in Washington DC. Here’ s a link to the exhibits -
http://ocean.si.edu/ocean_hall/Galleries/introduction.html
They think I am ignorant because I am quiet, lurking in the shadows, humbly asking if I may clear their plates or make their beds. But, like the ocean, I have depths they cannot fathom.
Don’t believe me? That’s quite all right. My traveling companion, Were Pen, knows the truth.
