Snow lace and mud puddles

Not just a sunbreak, an entire day of sunshine.  I walk with my friend, pausing while the papillons sniff old dog messages in prime places, and leave the top note, their own impressions of the day:  sun, mud puddles, I haven’t peed her for a week.  Life is good.

 

Today I will be…

Today I will be a panelist on The Care & Feeding of Writing Groups at Village Books in Fairhaven.  An honor to be asked.  A surprise to be referred.  A scattering of thoughts.  I ponder my own history in writing groups and with writers.

I see Mom in a slice of sunshine on soft golden tiles staring out at the bay of Naples, then returning pen to journal.

I see Aldous Huxley peering though thick glasses at huge notes as he speaks at a college.  When I talk to him, I must drop my head back.

I remember an award for writing.  Today is an improv.  A panel of people with a variety of experiences.  I remember the Womyn’s Centre Writing Group where sessions could push on into darkness and five hour sessions.  Intense wild groups with deep character analysis.

Today is another moment of memory making.

Today I will be…

Today I will be a panelist on The Care & Feeding of Writing Groups at Village Books in Fairhaven.  An honor to be asked.  A surprise to be referred.  A scattering of thoughts.  I ponder my own history in writing groups and with writers.

I see Mom in a slice of sunshine on soft golden tiles staring out at the bay of Naples, writing in her journal.

I see Aldous Huxley peering though thick glasses at huge notes as he speaks at a college.  When I talk to him, I must drop my head back.

I remember an award for writing.  Today is an improv.  A panel of people with a variety of experiences.  I remember the Womyn’s Centre Writing Group where sessions could push on into darkness and five hour sessions.  Intense wild groups with deep character analysis.

Today is another moment of memory making.

DONE … FINISHED… FINITO…please

I shall not look back or forward but inward.  Gray skies, soft rain, helleborus blushes the year’s first flowers…and where have I been?

Fingers to keyboard, eyes weary bleary with the edit, the zillionest edit, the final nit pick of my novel “Canvas Angels” to be published this year.

And it is sent, off through cyberspace to land in other laps and undergo the next process.  For now, I take a deep breath.  Poetry simmers in a chapbook kettle.  Next…

Of course I have another novel that would love the attention that “Canvas Angels” received in the editing process.  One of them calls out.  Do I have the sitzflesh?  Or is Haiku my partner for the rest of the year.

More will be revealed.  Until then, whatever it is that captures you, sparkles your eyes, wakes you in the night with new inspiration, follow it, no matter how tedious.  Reach out and embrace the next step.

CRYSTAL SINGING BOWL CONCERT TONIGHT

Looks like a salad bowl, sings like an angel.

Marilyn Rinn and Annie Reynolds of Sound Snacks will present a Crystal Bowl Concert tonight, 6:30 PM at the Barn, co-sponsored by Sudden Valley Tai Chi.  Donations of non-perishable foods or a check made out to Whatcom Food Bank will be accepted.

The white ones look like a large salad bowl. Crystal healing bowls infused with earth minerals glisten with the promise of unexpected sounds.

Sudden Valley resident Annie Reynolds and her musical partner Marilyn Rinn, known as Sound Snacks, will introduce a collection of sounds and their healing potential on Tuesday, February 7th, at 6:30 PM in the Dance Barn.

Sound Snacks and Sudden Valley Tai Chi will collect food donations to be given to the Food Bank. “People usually give at Christmas time but the need continues. We invite people to give food donations,” said Annie. The donations will be delivered to Whatcom County Food Bank as demand continues to excede supply.

“It’s Valentines and we invite people to give from the heart,” said Marilyn.

Crystal bowls are an outgrowth of the computer industry. Each bowl is 99.9 % quartz crystal which is melted at 4000 degrees, spun in a centrafuge and formed into shaped bowls.

“People are familiar with Tibetan metal bowls,” Marilyn said. “Most cultures in the world have used sound in healing in some fashion.” The tones of the bowls flow into the body, inviting healing. “The bowls harmonize the body and dissolve blockages,” she said.

Each crystal singing bowl holds a specific note that rises when tapped with a wand. The tones are aligned with each of the eight chakras, also known as energy centers, that align vertically along the torso and one above the head.

“Alchemical bowls add additional minerals,” said Annie. The bowls incorporate a variety of minerals including indium, emerald, iron, amethyst, citrine, charcoal and rose quartz. “Each bowl has a slightly different personality,” she said. “When our bodies vibrate in disharmony, it is called dis-ease. The bowls bring us into harmon and we feel the shift.”