These fox bowls remind me of my daughter Anna. She is
sometimes fierce and quick, other times cautious and quiet,
always witty and clever. The fox character first showed up
in my sketch responses to LouAnn Shepard Muhm's poem
Litany. Litany is about hope and resilience, and the fox
has come to represent resilience, to me.
That this counterfeited window may allow the scent of sedge. --LouAnn Shepard Muhm |
Today, I am thinking a lot about resilience, what I wish for
all my loved ones in the face of life's disappointments and
difficult challenges.
all my loved ones in the face of life's disappointments and
difficult challenges.
When you are truly doing something new, something that
doesn't have a recipe or formula, it takes resilience through
the fear and uncertainty. "Hope begins in the dark, the
stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the
right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and
work: you don't give up." ― Anne Lamott
doesn't have a recipe or formula, it takes resilience through
the fear and uncertainty. "Hope begins in the dark, the
stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the
right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and
work: you don't give up." ― Anne Lamott
Writers and artists know this--our gifts are meant to be
shared. To hoard and hide our gifts is cowardly. We know
our gifts for words or images aren't truly realized until shared,
and possibly help others. Anna, a voracious reader and aspiring
writer, understands this."When writers make us shake our
heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths,
and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our
buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with,
raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits
of the people who are together on that ship.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
shared. To hoard and hide our gifts is cowardly. We know
our gifts for words or images aren't truly realized until shared,
and possibly help others. Anna, a voracious reader and aspiring
writer, understands this."When writers make us shake our
heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths,
and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our
buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with,
or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead
of being squashed by
it over and over again. It's like singing
on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits
of the people who are together on that ship.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
That we may gaze out from our husks, toward the greening promise. --LouAnn Shepard Muhm |
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