My random thoughts on Sunday Scribblings prompt: Vision

Painting by Gregg Emery entitled Sea and Sun (Mar y Sol my name).

I couldn't imagine my life without it...literal sight that is. Certainly the fear of lost sight is up there with tsunamis and earthquakes. As an artist the function of my eyes are critical to both the extrinsic and intrinsic aspects of my life. I have to wear corrective lenses and often I dream about waking up with an ability to have 20/20 sight.

However, it is inner vision, the sixth eye, that kind of vision that creates the aura around my existence. My sense of observation is interlaced with my perception and I have no vision without my focus and concentration.

To me to have vision, is also to be a visionary and is ultimately a life goal. To have vision is to be able to see the greater picture, past present and future, therefore enabling progression with insight into potential.
This is my husband's painting in which he mediates on being centered and processes a landscape. I think it is the best image for 'Vision' since the inner eye can only see when it is centered, calm, focused as opposed to disoriented, off-centered and distracted. Also because it is about perception and environment.

I also ponder the importance and relationship of visual problem solving with being a well-balanced, innovative and creative person and therefore a more successful human being. To me being a more successful human being is not about money or possessions, but instead about the amount you are able to give, laugh, share, inspire and delight this planet not with waste and drainage but with blossoms of life.

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3ww Prompt: Frequent, Open, Someday

The day the portal opened I was changed. How can one not be - especially when a portal opens from the pores of a sofa...better yet grandpa George's sofa. I began to wonder if George knew about that alternate universe all along. Afterall why would he have slept there so often, for so long? Ultimatley I learned that's what it looks like to others, as though you're in the deepest of slumbers when really you are so far gone.

After that day, it opened often. Infact it was so frequent that I considered I may not be fully living in this dimension anymore - atleast not wholeheartedly. I was besides myself with curiousity, fever and joy. I was entering seasons of illuminating light simply by melting into microcosms and slipping into the fabric's open weave. I met creatures that I knew must have existed throughout my life but were abolished for reasons I don't know, still.

These days it seems the portal doesn't open frequent enough...infact they say that someday it may stop all together. I'm just getting my fotting in this new place and I don't know which of the two places I can say goodbye to...I feel like I'm just getting started.

3ww Prompts: Change, Dizzy, Key
Sunday Scribblings: Night

I wrote this piece about Night for Sunday Scribblings this past weekend and I thought it went too well with the words that Bone picked, so I fused the two together - hope no one is disappointed!

Through the frayed edge of her petticoats comes the gleaming orange of twilight.

She wrestles with sleeplessness solving puzzles in her minds eye, causing dew to tear up in droplets on her flesh.
One pill makes her larger and one pill makes her smaller, but they all unlock the rabbit hole.

What is night but the key to the door that holds back the torrent of unleashed possibilities...

Night is the rehabilitator, the ancient bearded page-turner...the fanciful carnival lady who peddles change in a bottle...
Night is the uninhibitor...
The unabashed beast rocking the gates of his cage as the bars give way...

Night is the Queen that yells "OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!" as the deck of cards fall where they will with a dizzy flip of heads and tails.

The cooing of a one legged bird and the cricket's song...the mad woman in the attic.

Each and every exhale she falls deeper down the hole. The hours are dressed in winds howling blows...
Candle light flickers, fears rise and fall and an indescribable release takes hold.

The ground is a trampoline of bleeding colors.

Once and for all she lands in place.
What is night but the key to the rabbit hole, what is day but the lock.

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3ww prompt: Deny, Smile, Uncomfortable

Ripple

Her skin was marked with the light of waves,
she had dark long hair swollen with brine
and she had glass black eyes that ran quite deep
into a place where absolutely no light did shine.

Uncomfortable her gaze did make you
even through the most congenial smile
her webbed fingers touched you like ice
and her cracked face did completely beguile.

This little sliver of a girl
was a wonder of the deep that is me,
years have passed between this reflection
I think she drowned in that god foresaken sea.

One thing you could most certainly not deny,
is that scales are definitely sharply and prickly
as your fingers winced while you ran them up her thigh
and her blue lips can make you feel sickly
but all she wanted was to find the right guy.

Sunday Scribblings Prompt: CURVES or CURVE

"The is no greater curve...not the grade curve, not the hip curve, nothing is as dangerous as the wheel's curve. That's what my father used to say." Gita announced while staring blankly into nothing.

"What like a car's wheel?" Interjected Alan with the same smug tongue and obviously inept capacity, that always rubbed everyone the wrong way.

Jane rolled her eyes and began to doodle circles on her napkin with her finger.

She had known Gita Vortumna for two months now, since the first day of school. Jane was always smitten with Gita's philosophical tangents and imagined her as the long lost bff she never had. Alan on the other hand was just a pathetic excuse for a friend, a lost emo-wannebe who always just hung around. He had been sitting with an ipod ear pod hanging out of one ear chanting the months of the year, over and over again.

The three were sitting in the well-worn booth at Laini's, their fave after-school haunt. Laini's was a place pent-up with the curse of being located across from a school; where kids sit all afternoon, order nothing but fries, consume the seats, and dismiss paying customers.

The waitress hurriedly walked by, and as she did, Gita pushed her glass of water over, causing it to tumble violently, spit out its contents and crash onto the ground.

Jane was shocked because she saw her do it, "What the f... Gita!!"

The waitress was mortified. Through her humiliation she chose to react by ripping her apron off, yelling obscenities and punctuating her rant with, "I QUIT!"

"What the hell Gita, that was such a bee-atch thing to do!!" Jane whispered as she stood up and tried to push through Alan who was still laughing in a nervous frenzy.

"All I did was spin the wheel! That waitress was ready to change her life, don't you think?"

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