Friday, March 10, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Storm




"Strong Against the Storm" © 2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian/MeriMagic


like a sentinel
she stands, feet firmly planted
strong against the storm



Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Nail Biting


Some experts claim that nail biters suffer from anxiety
and that the act of biting your nails reduces anxiety levels.

Others think it's just habit.
And that could be. . .  because for me,
it's so ingrained that I rarely realize I'm doing it.

I've tried painting on the nasty tasting stuff.
Getting artificial nails.
With the fake nails, I just start picking at any loose spots
and eventually strip them all off,
taking the top layers of my nails with it.

The few times I've fought the urge
and finally grew them out to the ends of my fingers
(or even beyond), my nails are really soft
and tear and break so easily that I give up
and go back to the raggedy, bitten look.

Whatever the etiology,
maybe it's not something I'll change in this lifetime.

What intractable habits bedevil you?


Friday, March 3, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Insight






butterflies alight
resting on her heart, eyes, hands
integrated sight

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Graffiti Urges



I know it's a scourge to property owners
who are often required by local laws
to cover it up at their own expense,

but I have to admit that well-executed
and imaginative graffiti intrigues me.

But I express my urges
in a nice, polite, digital form.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Love Stuffing





I must admit that I think I've drifted
to some far, far shore
in a Land of Lovelessness.

When I hear the "Be My. . . " part
of Be My Valentine,
I just think of Mr. Rogers
and "Won't you be my neighbor?"

I think somewhere along the line,
all the love stuffing 
got pulled out of me.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Full Moon





It might have been the full moon
and the penumbral eclipse
(which I couldn't really see 
because the eclipse was too close
to moon rise here in the Puget Sound region,
so the moon was still dallying behind 
a curtain of Douglas firs)
that had me remembering
my first trip to Paris.

Springtime in Paris.
A lover's dream.

I've celebrated Midsummer's Night
in Paris.

Not much interested in winter in Paris.
I'd rather winter in Provence.

But October in Paris. . . .
that sounds lovely.
With a side trip to Burgundy and Champagne.
Haven't seen those regions yet.

Let's raise a glass to exploring
old and new places to love.


Friday, February 10, 2017

Art Journal Pages: Hope and Love





It must be the incipient arrival of Valentine's Day
that makes me hopeful and thinking of love.
Its power. Its ability to inspire.
Its steadiness.


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Art Journal Page





Two important messages.

They might be related.

Wow.

Monday, February 6, 2017

This Woman Believes No. 1






Compassion.

Kindness.

Seeking to understand.

All these flow from love.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Abstract No. 42






"If I choose abstraction over reality, it is because I consider it the lesser chaos." 

-Robert Brault

Friday, February 3, 2017

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Overwhelmed?





Regroup.

Recharge.

Redirect, even.

But keep on keepin' on.

The world needs your energy,
your vision, your dedication.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Abstract No. 43




I'm drawn to this color palette. . . 
soft blues and greens,
punched up with some hot pink, peach, and yellows.
And then bold black/charcoal for a counterpoint.

Abstract No. 43

Monday, January 30, 2017

Digital Abstracts



On those rare occasions that I paint these days,
I'm drawn to abstraction.

(Notice I didn't say I drive myself
to distraction.)

There's something about the power of color
and form and line that has a purity 
that's somehow diminished
by introducing representation into the mix,
at least to my way of thinking.

I've been drawn to creating abstract pieces
on Polyvore lately, as well.

Here's one such piece.

I called it

wait for it. . . .

You are Art.
I hate being predictable.



More to Follow.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

No Going Back





There comes a tipping point
for every individual
when they've committed themselves
to speaking out
to doing what makes them a little fearful
to shining their divine light
into the darkness of complacency
or ignorance or willful blindness
and there's no going back
to the safety of the cocoon.



Saturday, January 28, 2017

More Art Journaling




I bought Rebecca Solnit's book
Men Explain Things to Me
for my Kindle.

That little digital marvel
is making the time I spend 
on the Octane exercise bike
go faster.

Not very far into it,
but I know what she means.

Too many men feel compelled to explain things to women
(us poor addled creatures that don't know nuthin)
even when they don't have the foggiest idea
of what they speak
and we may be experts on the topic.

Did I mention
I rarely date?





Monday, January 23, 2017

Roses


At Judkins Park during the pre-March rally,
there was a young man with cloth bags
full of long-stemmed roses of all colors,
some even multicolored.

He was offering them to people who went by.
Most declined. Not all.
Some carried these little works of beauty with them.

Don't know who he was, but thanks.
It was one of the moments of delight I experienced.



And that's no small thing.


Narya Marcille poster, available on etsy.
Just search for the Women's March poster.
I just bought one.


Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Day After the Women's March



The Women's March in Seattle.


January 21, 2017.



On a beautiful January day in the Puget Sound region.



People inspired to work for change 
on issues near and dear to their hearts.



People willing to be the change
they want to see in the world.




People who believe in compassion, inclusion, stewardship of the earth, that black lives have often not mattered as much as they should in this society, that health care access and affordable care
are essential in modern society, that different doesn't mean diminished value, that love between two adult people should be honored and their marriage legal even if they aren't a traditional heterosexual couple, that diversity strengthens our country
because it offers new perspectives and ideas.




No every marcher subscribed to every opinion expressed.
But there was room in the protest tent for expression,
honoring the person even if not agreeing with the message.



Seattle's a city that somehow encourages expression 
and giving new ideas sturdy legs.

And when women come together to plan a demonstration,
it's most likely to unfold without violence,
with no arrests, just as yesterday did.

Above all, I hope it's a city
where demonstrators understand that
this is just a beginning.




Pick an issue.
Get to work.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Recipe for Creating Change



I'm supporting the Women's March for Change
in D.C. and cities around the country.
I think it makes the good old boys nervous
to see women who are angry
and saying no to power.

But marching isn't enough.
It may have put pressure on the US government
to end the war in Southeast Asia
decades ago
(that, plus the fact that by the mid-sixties
almost everyone in the country had a television set
tuned to the nightly news
showing reporters embedded with troops
and presenting a less rosy picture
than the official government blather).

Times have changed
in the intervening decades.
 Spending a day marching isn't enough.

The sophistication of Tea Party tactics
must be co-opted and used to promote
a different, inclusive agenda.
One that says
we won't put up with policies
that promote the 1%
and leave the rest of us adrift.

What we need is targeted,
effective action.

Lots of it.
Day in and day out.
Not for four years
or eight years,
but until those of us who marched
in the 60s
are all dead and buried.

Educate yourself on what works now.
Find allies.
Collaborate.
Work hard,
but don't forget to dance
and laugh and play.
You need to recharge your batteries
so you don't lose power.

And remember to follow this
recipe for creating change.



Friday, January 20, 2017

Hippies, Peaceniks and Activists





Access to health care is threatened.
Social Security and Medicare are under attack.

Whether or not you voted for Mr. Trump or not,
these issues affect you or someone you love. . . 
a parent or grandparent, 
a college graduate who hasn't found a job.
Someone with a pre-existing condition who will be
uninsurable, like before "Obamacare."
Like someone who's had a catastrophic health crisis
and has incurred equivalent medical costs
so they've max-ed out their lifetime limit. . . 
which the Affordable Care Act did away with.

You may worry about climate change and the obliteration of species
after species and the climate change deniers who are now holding
the reins of power.

You may be adamant about protecting water,
banning GMO's, taxpayer-funded corporate handouts,
the plight of the homeless.
The dismal state of education.
The cost of college tuition.

You may be non-white, or non-straight, or not native born
and worry your rights will be abridged in this climate
of "us vs. them."

All legitimate concerns
given the rhetoric of the alt-right.
The folks that believe that equality is relative
and might makes right.

For everyone gobsmacked by the election outcome -- 
stop spending your energy ranting.

I'm not telling you to get over it,
I'm saying it's time to get on with it.
Staying stuck in fear and grief
immobilizes you at a time
our country is threatened by inaction
in the face of goings-on that threaten your values.

Pick an issue, educate yourself
 on what actions have positive impact,
 find and mobilize allies,
 and get to work. 

That's how we become the change
 we want to see in the world. 


Yes we can!

Haiku My Heart: Pomegranate




a pomegranate
symbol of fertility
bursting with ripe seeds

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Art Journaling # 7





When I created this piece last night
and wrote
"into every life a little rain must fall"
I was thinking metaphorically.

Little did I know that when I went to the mailbox
this morning to retrieve the books that I'd ordered
I'd be totally soaked from driving rain.

Dripping!
Drenched!

Took a half hour of dryer time 
to correct the situation --
coat and shoes both.

But hey
I still stand by the claim that
Love is the Only Rule.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

More Post Secrets: Cautionary Tale




Sometimes we can only learn the hard way.
We ignore red flags.
We minimize stinging comments and say
"He/she didn't really mean it."

But guess what.
Being alone isn't so bad, 
as long as you don't take up
where that other person left off
in the emotional abuse department.



Monday, January 16, 2017

More Art Journaling






You may feel lost
because of the state of U.S. politics
and all the chaos and confusion.

Don't worry.
There's plenty of inspiration.
Your story isn't over yet.


Saturday, January 14, 2017

Detours






We all find ourselves confronted
from time to time
by detours in our life.

We think things will happen one way,
but reality is something else altogether.
So we're off down an unfamiliar road,
griping about what isn't
as much as what is
because we were really attached
(and still are) to the outcome
we imagined.

Learning to love what is
seems like one of the hardest things
a grown-up has to master. . . .
but it's all a matter of realizing
that 
you can't believe everything you think.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Venice







gondolas rocking
vaparetto passing by
Venice awakens

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Up, Up and Away





Have you ever been up, up, and away
in a beautiful balloon?

Once
long ago
in a galaxy
far, far away
my spouse
arranged a hot air balloon ride
and champagne picnic afterwards.

The couple that went with us --
 a business client and his wife --
we kind enough to not tell us
that they'd been on a hot air balloon excursion previously
and that they'd crash landed.

We touched down with only a jolt or two
and the chase car was waiting 
to transport us to our feast.

Somewhere in my memory box
there's a small photo album to commemorate
that birthday.
That spouse is now planning parties
for wife # 3.

That's my story.



Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Follow Your Heart






As for
"Just Give Me Time and I'll Get Over You,"
yes, and no.
Getting over someone who blew your little heart to bits
isn't just a matter of time,
it's a matter of forgiveness.
Not because he or she deserves it,
but because you do.
And you deserve to forgive yourself, too.
For loving someone that cheated,
or took advantage,
or walked away.
Consider it exercising your heart muscles
and find someone who deserves the love
you have to give abundantly.

As for 
"Follow Your Heart,"
well. . . .
that should go without saying.
Use your brain, your powers of thought,
to figure out how to move yourself
to where your heart beckons.

I have a special mug
with the phrase "Listen to your heart"
written on the inside lip,
so I see it when I sip my morning cuppa chai.
It's a replacement mug,
as someone accidentally broke the first.
It was out of production when that happened
and it took me a year of scouring the web
and discovering a couple of shady vendors on Amazon market
(who Amazon has since dealt with)
and continuing to persevere in spite of that
and finally,
finally
I found an online vendor not too far from home
that brought this ceramic chalice to my door.
I guess you might say
I followed my heart to the "oh, I missed you" mug.