On New Years Morning
on the first day of a brand spanking new year of which I was excited to see in the night before
I found these balloons tied into a bunch and resting on the side of the road.
It looks like someone had written all of the negative ideas, thought and images from their head onto these brightly colored balloons and then let them go to
where I found them, waiting for me on the side of the road like roaches surprised when you flip a light on unexpectedly.
I could see that every stroke of the pen had left something dark, something depressing that someone wanted to let go of and they did during their wonderful night of festivities and in the end all of their emotional vomit ended up at my feet scrawled in black sharpie on cheerful pastel colored balloons the next morning.
But then my dog, Hamish jumped on one and then the other and started to pop them, one by one.
I made him stop because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting a mouthful of balloon and he looked up at me with impatience and dare I say concern?
My dog did not stop until each of those little brightly colored vicious monsters from inside of someone’s head that had been turned loose on an expecting world that New Years Eve because they wanted to be rid of them were destroyed and when Hamish was done we put them in the recycle bin where they would not spoil
anyone else’s walk on a bright beautiful morning
of a brand spanking New Year.
You’re Welcome Universe.
You owe my dog.
You owe him big.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Banner
Yesterday I found a sealed box of unsent Christmas cards in my pantry.
On the front of the card was a cute little Golden Retriever Puppy covered in glitter snow sitting in front of a crooked wooden fence with his head tilted to the side.
He was wearing a scarf.
Glitter and country road fence aside the dog was cute, but let’s face it.
The cards never got sent.
However this year, I found the perfect cards to send- thank you Mysterious Package Company!
I’m sending the cute dog cards to some of my friends and family and I’m sending these to the others.
I wonder which list will have what names on them.
At this point, I see some worried people heading to their mailboxes ( do people even USE those anymore ) because I always manage to get it wrong when it comes to really knowing what is going on inside of the heads of the people I know.
Mysterious Package Co Christmas Cards HERE
Last year I really tried to deck the halls and get into the swing of things- but I’m notorious for getting Christmas gifts that suck and that nobody really likes- I mean if you want to know how to screw up gift cards as presents, just ask me.
It’s not like I’ve given out voodoo dolls or edible bugs, shrunken heads or those little plush toys that look like germs, maybe I should. Maybe that’s what people expect from me and when I drop the ball and go traditional , maybe it’s a let down.
I don’t know.
Until this minute I hadn’t considered that.
Now there’s a thought.
This Christmas season I promised myself I would read some Victorian Era Ghost stories ( check ) I would do something creative everyday ( check ) oh and I haven’t done any baking yet but I have eaten some great store bought treats so ( kind of check ).
Do you know what I haven’t done?
Stressed out over the holidays- but I think that finding those cool cards- which I’m using as story prompts so fair warning, got me off to a good start.
So if I can get through this Holiday without wanting to walk around with a blanket over my head ( as my dog likes to do, for his own reasons ) I would consider that a win.
Now here is a little Christmas music for you to enjoy for you to enjoy as you maybe write out some cards or toss back a cookie or two- or you know A LOT of cookies.
But whatever you do, make sure you do it in your own unique way.
Inspired By Made In Australia Advent Calendar: Christmas Letters From Australia
Homes are delicate places.
They’re not made to last forever, but we expect them to behave as if they will and we hope against hope that this delicate place will protect everything that matters to us from the world outside.
I decided to start a visual journal- I’m not sure what I’ll put into it yet but I’m sort of excited by the prospect.
Will I practice my drawing there? Keep little reminders like pictures or postcards of things that mattered to me in the moment?
What will happen to my journals, once I’m gone?
They’re not made to last forever and they are delicate and susceptible to the elements and bugs and rodents and poorly placed bottles of water and cups of tea.
Will anyone except for me ever look at them? Or will someone find them and take it apart, using the little bits and pieces I’ve saved there for their own journal, or maybe gift wrapping or maybe they will use it to prop open a door or window- if there are such things a long time from now.
I guess I am hoping that my little bits of art and examples of my creativity will be safely housed in this delicate home I’ve built for it.
The world outside is so overwhelming and its full of monsters and endless nights of rain.
I’m not sure this will be enough to keep safe paper and ink and glue.
But I hope against hope that it will be.
Made In Australia Advent Calendar: The Man From Farther Out
You may hang garland or stockings by your chimney- which is beautiful and festive, but I set out my gargoyles with holiday lights because that’s how I roll.
This statue was rescued from the ruins of Pompeii.
It was created by someone with a skilled hand and it lived in the sun and watched the stars come out and sometimes it saw them fall.
Then one day, through no fault of it’s own it was surrounded by death and covered with ash and it was forgotten-unaware of the world spinning on without it.
It was as if the statue had never existed at all.
Until someone found it
and brought it back to life.
I love this picture, this statue because I think that it’s story is my story too- but in this version I am cast in marble and beauty.
It makes some of my dark journey feel like it was worth the trip.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Unaware
This is my dog Hamish, I write a lot about him here at My Bones
He’s pretty great- a little naughty at times but as long as he doesn’t try to steal anyone’s car or create a fake profile on Facebook, I figure why stress it?
He’s a good dog and he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.
Unlike some people I know- myself included.
So here’s something that Hamish does when I get in late.
He leaves his favorite toy in the window- it’s an ice cream cone and it smells like strawberries.
When I walk in I can see it there and I always go to the window and pick it up and say to Hamish, ” Look, it’s the best toy ever and it looks like an Ice Cream Cone- how great is that?”
If I put it down right away Hamish will pick it up and throw it at me- which if you’re not ready for it, that toy of his is solid plastic and it will hurt upon impact.
So I carry it around for a bit and when I see him I tell him I love it.
Then he carries it off to his stash where it stays until I find myself coming in late- but no worries because when I get it I’ll find the best toy in the world in the window.
My sweet reward from my sweet boy for coming home at last – a brilliant job well done.
Inspired by RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT: BRILLIANCE