burst of cool

Energized by a burst of cool weather. Anything is possible.

Confession: “I miss my imagination.”

I have been drawing from life, and working on staying in the present moment, and pursuing physical fitness, and dealing with one thing and another all summer. None of these efforts are particularly conducive to giving the imagination free rein. My imagination has been tied up in a small stall with a work project to keep it occupied. Like a pig with a toy, it’s acting a little unruly.

I can see where imagination might come into play in drawing. I get excited and the lines go all over the place. I lose control and the drawing becomes a mess. I need to slow down.

But I don’t want to slow down. I want the swoosh, the swash, the dash. The mad line. The accident. I make fast sketches one after the other, chasing it, chasing it hopefully. This will never work. It’s tiring and discouraging.

I listened to an “On Being” podcast about Nadia Bolz-Weber, a Lutheran pastor from Denver. New imaginings of church. I was enthusiastic.

Religion carries a lot of baggage. Spirituality seems a lot lighter. But it seems to me that there is “religious imagination” more than “spiritual imagination.” I don’t have the words to explain this more fully.

Instead I made up a chant today about the Speckled Chickens.

Speckled chickens ambulate

Speckled chickens aggravate

Speckled chickens emulate

Speckled chickens delegate

Speckled chickens escalate

Speckled chickens calculate

Speckled chickens elevate

Speckled chickens levitate

Speckled chickens ululate

…to be continued and

to be accompanied by illustrations.

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Chicken. Not speckled, but could be.

1 march

Feeling very fond of March – the way it comes in. A month that’s tied closely with the weather. Wild and unpredictable like transitions can be.

1 march

1 march

february morning

A chorus of unusual, liquid, and arousing bird calls while shoveling the car out this morning.

I spoke to the birds, I don’t remember what I said. I know I didn’t have the right words to say to them.

winter colors

Subtle seasonal colors at the beach.

yellows

gray yellow light apricot white

tinted

snow, tinted

And a restful gray horizon that disappears.

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