Shared Mornings

Morning

What does your morning look like?

 

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

I was out walking my dog Hamish this morning and at our favorite park I found this great chalk drawing of somebody’s sunny day- they were sitting where we were standing looking up and seeing what we saw: the sun, the trees across the street and those splashes of blue are placed exactly where the blue playground equipment is.

I don’t think any camera, any artist could have captured what this young artist captured- they captured a moment in time and when me and Hamish found it we went to where to where that young artist was…

on a Sunday morning.

Something’s Gotta Give

Stubborn

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When you write or paint or sing you’e supposed to draw this passion from inside of yourself and express it all over the place.

I’ve known some truly horrible, despicable humans in my life. I wouldn’t wish a few of them to Hell because I wouldn’t want to lower the real estate value.

So believe it or not, I refused to write anything about them. I didn’t want to track their sick into my stories where they would live forever.

As we all know, if you publish on line that’s exactly what happens.

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The one time I did allow one of my ‘creepers’ into a story, it actually turned out to  a pretty great story.

Did I take heart from that?

I did not.

Some people never learn.

I  guess I am one of them.

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I’ve never called my inability to write at times as ‘writer’s block’.

I have always called it ‘snakes on the brain’ or ” I can’t write because i have snakes on the brain.”

If  I say that, I don’t get a bunch of FYI’s about how to overcome something that I know darn well how to get over.

I only have problems when I don’t write what is the ‘truth’.

The biggest problem being when I walk around and around an idea or an image because I don’t want something creeping into my ‘art’ and nesting there like a colony of rats in a basement or a wall.

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I’ve learned a lot of ‘truth’ lately.

I’ve seen people reach to some despicable lows to get what they wanted, I’ve watched people in my life turn on each other, betray each other and compromise their integrity.

How do I write about that, I wondered. Shouldn’t I let it go, forget it tell myself it was their circus, their clowns…walk away?

Or do I draw from it, write about it, give it a place to live?

Given that my silence is a creative killer and I’ve learned that lesson the hard way I’m thinking.

Live.

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Praise Dog!

Daily Prompt

Praise

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'Hamish Macbeth' Photo By A.M. Moscoso

‘Hamish Macbeth’
Photo By A.M. Moscoso

Until a few years ago, I was all about forging ahead, making my mark holding myself to impossible if not brutal standards in how I looked, where I should be in life.

If I missed that mark, I ticked off one of my failures after another and beat myself down to a bloody pool of yuck.

Then I get my dog.

I found out that people weren’t snapping their dogs at the end of their leashes to get them to pay attention. They didn’t scold dogs for making mistakes- every chance you had was a teachable moment with your dog.

A good, non-stressful teachable moment

Teaching with kindness and patience had made it’s way into the world of Dog Obedience.

Hamish has never been screamed at, never had a rolled up newspaper landed across his backside or muzzle, he’s never been yanked by his collar or had an angry face pushed into his own when he couldn’t figure out a command.

How did that work out for us?

Hamish Macbeth is one of the happiest creatures I have ever known.

He likes to meet people, he likes to explore and when he’s surprised by a loud noise or an angry dog or he can’t have that  candy bar or rotten cheeseburger someone threw out of their window he’s the same happy dog he was when he woke up in the morning.

Hamish Macbeth hits those bumps in the road the way we all do and lands on all four paws, wags his tail in a circle and goes in search of the next big moment.

I’m hoping that as Hamish and I work on his lessons I’ll start learning what he’s learned.

He’s a good dog.

And a wonderful teacher.

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