Top Of Minnehaha Falls, Droid Shots, Minneapolis, Minnesota, July 2014, video © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
Top of Minnehaha Falls
Twilight turns the water to mist.
Mosquitoes hum, a cool breeze
grazes the hair on my arms.
Laughter echoes off steep walls,
the three of us pull close
for one last photograph.
“You are lucky to have her,” she told me.
White winter night,
bundled beneath down comforters,
the warmth of your skin sizzles against mine.
silent monarch wings –
top of Minnehaha Falls
drowning in summer
-posted on red Ravine, Sunday, January 4th, 2015
-related to post haiku 4 (one-a-day) Meets renga 52
Posted in Haiku, Holding My Breath, Life, Love, Nature, Poetry, Practice, Relationships, Seasons, Wake Up | Tagged daily practices, haibun, midwinter blues, Minnehaha Falls, summer nights, the practice of poetry, video, wind chill | 2 Comments »
Listen In Circles, Droid Shots, Minneapolis, Minnesota, December 2014, photos © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
I am reading a book of essays that Gail gave me on the different ways that artists make a living. Their studios, how they obtain money, do they have day jobs. It’s good to read because it reminds me of all the ways that artists and writers make their art and writing work with the rest of their lives. It’s humbling. And it teaches me not to give up. I’ve been experimenting with doing nothing really, nothing but practice. I keep up my haiku practice. I do some writing practice but not every day. I do no specific art, no photography, no writing. I want to see how it makes me feel inside to give these things up. It’s a long break, a hiatus from identifying as an artist. It’s good to take a break sometimes. What I am noticing is that it relieves a lot of pressure. Pressure to be something else, to be doing something else besides living day to day. It does relieve pressure. But it hasn’t brought me peace. I look to another day, a small room of my own. Maybe that’s dreaming an unrealistic dream. I don’t know. All I have is this moment. This one moment. In this moment, I end a writing practice and move on.
-from a Writing Practice with No Topic, November 30th, 2014
When I feel lost, I go back to what I know. Back to my practices. Back to Beginner’s Mind. I am rereading Everyday Sacred by Sue Bender. She writes and sketches her journey with the begging bowl. The image of the bowl became the image of the book. The empty bowl, waiting to be filled.
Stories move in circles. They don’t go in straight lines. So it helps if you listen in circles. There are stories inside stories and stories between stories, and finding your way through them is as easy and as hard as finding your way home. And part of the finding is the getting lost. And when you’re lost, you start to look around and to listen.
-quote by Deena Metzger from Everyday Sacred by Sue Bender
-posted on red Ravine, Friday, January 2nd, 2015
Posted in Bones, Books, Creative Nonfiction, Dreams, Life, Personal, Practice, Reading, Writing Practices | Tagged circles, Deena Metzger, don't be tossed away, everyday objects as muse, Everyday Sacred, feelings of being lost, letting go, Sue Bender, the art of listening, the practice of reading | Leave a Comment »
Winter Solstice Fire, Droid Shots, Minneapolis, Minnesota, December 2014, photos © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
the longest night—
rest peacefully, knowing
none of the prophets
-posted on red Ravine at the New Moon on Winter Solstice,
Sunday, December 21st, 2014
-related to post: haiku 4 (one-a-day) Meets renga 52
Posted in 13 Moons, Holidays, Life, Poetry, Practice, Seasons, Spirituality, Wake Up | Tagged 5lines, endings, gogyohka, new beginnings, New Moon, Solstice Fire, Yule fire | Leave a Comment »
Wandering Glider, Droid Shots, Minneapolis, Minnesota, July 2014, photos © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
in purple rain–
migrating thousands of miles
to sit still in my garden
Dragonflies have existed for over 300 million years. According to the Migratory Dragonfly Partnership, about 16 of the 326 dragonfly species in North America are regular migrants, some traveling hundreds to thousands of miles each year. The major migratory species in North America are: common green darner (Anax junius), wandering glider (Pantala flavescens), spot-winged glider (Pantala hymenaea), black saddlebags (Tramea lacerata), and variegated meadowhawk (Sympetrum corruptum). Learn more about the mystery of dragonfly migration at The Nature Conservancy piece, Dragonfly Migration: A Mystery Citizen Scientists Can Help Solve, and at Dragonflies That Fly Across Oceans, a TED talk by biologist Charles Anderson.
-posted on red Ravine, Friday, August 8th, 2014
Posted in Animals & Critters, Haiku, Nature, Poetry, Practice, Seasons, Secrets, Silence, Things That Fly | Tagged 5lines, Charles Anderson, dragonflies, dragonfly migration, gogyohka, Migratory Dragonfly Partnership, nature as muse, prehistoric insects, summer, the magic of mystery, The Nature Conservancy, Wandering Glider | 1 Comment »
By Timothy Hastings
Seaside, Kingdom of Tonga, May, 2014, photo © 2014 by Timothy Hastings. All rights reserved.
seaside, selling shells
each of her beautiful strands
spoke her memories
we shared names and nods and smiles
and lapping waves sang her song
-related to post: haiku 4 (one-a-day) Meets renga 52
Posted in Bodies Of Water, Culture, Haiku, Photography, Place, Poetry, Practice, Relationships | Tagged b&w photography, haiga, muse, red Ravine guest writers, South Pacific, tanka, the practice of poetry, Timothy Hastings, Tonga | Leave a Comment »
I Feel Most Alive, Droid Shots, St. Paul, Minnesota, August 2014, photo © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
I saw this blackboard outside of a church in St. Paul and thought it would make a good Writing Topic. Who wants to do a Writing Practice with me. Get out a fast pen, paper, or keyboard. I Feel Most Alive When…10 Minutes, Go!
-posted on red Ravine, Tuesday, August 5th, 2014
Posted in Bones, Life, Practice, Structure, Writing Topics | Tagged back to basics, celebrate life, feeling alive, the practice of writing, writing topic | 1 Comment »
I-35 Bridge Memorial, Droid Shots, 35W Bridge Remembrance Garden, Minnesota, July 2014, photo © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
Our lives are not only defined by what happens, but by how we act in the face of it, not only by what life brings us, but by what we bring to life. Selfless actions and compassion create enduring community out of tragic events.
Julia Blackhawk, Poem For Julia, Droid Shots, 35W Bridge Remembrance Garden, Minnesota, July 2014, photo © 2014 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.
Read more about the Memorial and the names of the 13 people who died at the piece: I-35 Bridge – 5 Years Later – I Remember.
-posted on red Ravine, August 1st, 2014
Posted in Body, Bones, Death, Life, Place, Practice, Wake Up | Tagged 35W Bridge Remembrance Garden, bridges, finding our way around death, I remember, I-35 Bridge Collapse, I-35 Bridge Memorial, In Memorial, Julia Blackhawk, life & death, Minneapolis at night, Minneapolis bridge collapse, names, summer nights | 2 Comments »