Writers need to keep every snippet of wonderment they can muster. 🧚🏽♀️🦄 That’s where the diamonds are buried.
Wonderment
imagination
Imagination Helps
I so miss my fireflies,
but these will do for now.
Special thanks to Linda G. Hill for posting the above photo at #1linerWeds.
(Top image is from my hand and mind)
Do You Like Children?
Not everyone does, you know. Some adults think that those little human “beans” should sprout somewhere else, anywhere but in their close proximity.
Yes, children are loud and can irritate and inflame every nerve to the point where anti-inflamatories don’t work.
Children are curious to a fault – “How come?” “Why do I haf-ta?” “What’s that?” Those questions sometimes makes us grown-ups feel stupid because we don’t always have the internet at hand for research.
But I know that children are magic.
They help us remember what our long-ago years were like.
They remind us of that feeling of satisfaction when the “ah-ha!” moments pop out of nowhere land.
They refill our imagination bucket with all kinds of sweet nuggets of creativity.
Three years ago and four grandchildren later, ribbons of creativity, once hidden in my DNA, have sprouted again. Thanks to those growing “beans,” the product of their influence is now available here.
Thank you for taking a look.
Ah, Those Mentors Who Have Not Been Touched by the Absolute
I decided to look up one of my favorite words along with my favorite poet. Here’s what I got:
What? Emily Dickinson hasn’t posted anything within 14 days??
And then I thought of how we rekindle our own imaginations – through the eyes of children, of course.
Then, I thought of Shel Silverstein.
But this is my all-time favorite:
And, by the way – Just because Emily hasn’t posted in a while doesn’t mean she’s not alive.
see more here
via Imagination
What If and Why Not?
Befuddled, bewildered and baffled am I
to think that my house cannot live in the sky
I’d open my windows each morning at dawn
and wave to the birds as they proudly flap on
I’d puff up the clouds that create my front yard
and bend my own rainbow to hang as my guard
At night I would juggle and play with the stars
then tuck them in safely in soft layered jars
Now, as i look up, I don’t understand
why my house it must always be glued to the land.
image credit
via Bewildered
More Colors, Please
If we funnel our time and energies into being creative, we will see more colors.
And, we will have more fun!
art by CD-W
via Funnel
Back in Bad Ass Grandma’s hometown …
… her granddaughter smiles. “Mom, when will Bad Ass Grandma come back from her vacation?”
“What’s so funny?”
“Thinking about what she did. She lifted one leg over something I couldn’t see then ran round and round while bouncing up and down.”
“Why …”
“She sang,
‘Round and round up and down
on the carousel horses.
Up and down, round and round
as the music plays.
The lights on top they shine so bright
as we go round and round
use your hands to hold on tight
as we go up and down.’
Then she sang it over and over again.”
“Yes, your grandmother is quite extravagant with her imagination. Was she still wearing a pony tail?”
Granddaughter laughed and trotted back to her room, saying, “I hope she’ll be home soon. She promised me the moon.”
via Extravagant
THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN HAS HANDRAILS!
I’m glad. Who knows? I might need them when the time comes. I also happened to notice a lot of cigarette butts on the steps. Guess some folks listening to Led Zeppelin wanted a last smoke before entering through the pearly gates.
As you can guess, I didn’t climb the stairs. I still have a lot of blogging to do. 🙂
Can you feel Her? Can you see Her in the stone?
photo taken in Cabo San Lucus, Mexico by C. Dennis-Willingham
She is an old, old woman
full of grace but wisdom more
She rocks within her sinewed arms
a child from long before.
She serves as a reminder
(Through an image made of stone)
those passed are not forgotten, thus
we never are alone.
What Grandma Says
(I left out some pictures to tickle your imagination)
Grandma says she visits Mollybird land.
But Grandma is silly.
She plays in the sand.
She hops in a chair,
I see her eyes glisten
She tells me to sit down
and carefully listen.
“There’s a place,” she says, “where
popsicles grow sideways,
where Lollipop trees
sprout only on Sundays.
Where cows milk the garden
The doggy yells, ‘Moo,’
And the carrot pops up
and says, ‘Howdy Do!’
The dragon blows fire
to light up the coals
so miniture rhinos
can climb from their holes.
At lunchtime,
oh, we’re too busy to eat.
We paint with the squirrels
and then take our seats.
We sit by the ocean
and blow seahorse bubbles
Our thoughts disappear
but our vision, it doubles!
If Tina the Tiger finds you,
don’t worry.
She’ll tickle you fast
then run off in a hurry!
Old Peter Parrot
doesn’t like peace and quiet
He prefers to squawk loudly
and dress like a pirate.
Then, when it’s time,
the Queen steps on her chair,
and the bicycling frog
is the first to be there.
Everyone cheers
and why would they not?
She makes them remember
the fun they forgot.
Now, if you don’t believe me,
of course it’s just fine.
But my unicorn’s here
and I must leave on time.
How I get home?
It’s the best thing, no doubt!
Oh, don’t forget.
If you whistle real loud.
My silly hippo
will float down from the clouds.”
I take hold of the whistle.
I blow super hard.
A hippo? Really?
Will land in her yard?
© Carolyn Dennis-Willingham, CDW Creations
Lollipop- daily word prompt
