As referenced in my last post, there exists an elite stash of books which grace the backside of my desk work surface. I thought I’d list them out in their order of appearance in three sections from left to right.
The first section
3 issues of Poets & Writers Magazine Medieval Instrumental Dances by Timothy J. McGee life is a verb by Patti Digh Cassell’s Italian Dictionary
The Inextinguishable Symphony – A True Story of Music and Love in Nazi Germany by Martin Goldsmith Transformations poetry by John Reibetanz Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton Introducing Fractal Geometry
Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg 101 Great American Poems
Becoming a Writer by Dorothea Brande Journal of a Novel by John Steinbeck A Year in the World – Journeys of a Passionate Traveller by Frances Mayes The Right to Write by Julia Cameron Cruden’s Compact Concordance
Jesus Calling – Enjoying Peace in His Presence Continue reading →
Surrounded by Introducing Fractal Geometry and May Sarton’s Journal of a Solitude, Julia Cameron’s The Sound of Paper sits amongst an elite stash of books which grace the backside of my desk work surface. Picking it up, I opened its pages to where I last placed a 2004 Barnes & Noble bookmark and began reading.
Searching for words to cup a myriad of incoherent and vague thoughts swarming about my heat-wave induced spacey-brain, I came across practical encouragement in my current state of conundrum. That state of wild productivity amidst desperate isolation, struggling to finish projects that are taking on the shape of completion.
Oh – so – slow – ly.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say my ‘Mojo stopped Mojoing’ but I have come up wanting in the energy department of late. The constant drain of daily in-ing and out-ing in this humid triple digit heat has taken its toll. The term languid suggests more than a glamourous lady lounging alongside the pool with margarita in hand to weather the weather. It conjures up a wild-eyed mad-hatter creative, scurrying from instruments to computer to manuscript paper to WORD documents to notebooks to research to pacing to exercise machines to eating tons of watermelon to striving to keep cool to…ad infinitum.
Oh – so – slow – ly.
Quilted design on backside of potholders
See here the fruit of my labors.
A set of potholders made from fabric purchased some 21 years ago.