Saturday, September 13, 2014

Innocence


Polka Dot Shadows © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio




Polka Dot Shadows II  © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio



BBQ Basket  © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio


The word “innocent” from its Latin root means “not wounded.” That’s how we all start life. We're all innocent. It doesn't have anything to do with moral right or wrong. It has to do with not being wounded yet. We start unwounded.  ~Richard Mohr

Wouldn't life be so much more different if we never lost our innocence? Different in the sense of better-how could it not be better? I can't help but wonder.

I think this is the first shadow shot that my husband pointed out before I noticed it in our patio. He said, "wow-that's a neat shadow!". I am so proud that he noticed it first! Shadows are not anything he pays attention to in day to day life. Which, for me, noticing them is all part of learning to live in the moment-and loving all the mundane aspects of each moment. Mundane is good, you know. I'd take that over drama any day!

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Saturday, September 06, 2014

Never Forget

"In Remembrance" © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio




This Thursday will mark a 13 years since a plane struck and destroyed the twin towers in NYC and killed nearly 3,000 people. I'm sure all of the networks will be broadcasting many stories from that day.

Thirteen years ago. I know we all remember that day all too clearly. I know I do. I was still working at the University of New Mexico and also working on a 2nd bachelor's degree in Fine Arts. I was taking a small scale metals class (fancy word for making jewelry, really). I was at Johnson Gym on the treadmill, getting my morning 'walk' in and the TV screens kept showing this image in NYC of smoke coming out the one of the towers. I couldn't hear the sound on the TV, and started to wonder what this was all about since that is all they kept showing. I took my headphones off and heard events unfolding. I was in shock. I finished my work out and headed over to class-I think by that time I had watched enough to know that the outcome was going to be very grave. The rest of the students that showed up for class were also in shock. I think classes got cancelled. I think I went home early that day (did we get sent home from work? I don't remember that part, but we must have). And, I was riveted to the television for the rest of the day. I know I picked my son up from school. Shock. That's all I could feel. And then, watching the towers collapse. That just did not seem possible. And knowing that so many people just died right before my very eyes. A very hard thing to witness, let alone wrap your head around, so to speak.

I, like so many others, was in a daze for many days following that event.

I'd love to hear some of your stories and share your day from 10 years ago with the rest of us. I know you all will have fascinating stories to tell. Whether you live here in the United States, or somewhere else in the world. I know we were all affected by this catastrophic event. You can share your story with us by leaving a comment here.

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Saturday, August 30, 2014

I Can See Clearly Now













Remember that song by Johnny Nash? "I can see clearly now the rain is gone"?  It's one of those tunes that when you hear it, it runs through your head for a while. My apologies in advance if you know this song!

Long afternoon rays of the sun make for wonderful reading glasses distortions! Just like the bending fork from the other week that I posted.

Now I'll leave you with that song playing in your head!

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

Patterns



"Goddess of Peace" © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio


Patterns

BY AMY LOWELL
I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.   
I walk down the patterned garden paths   
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,   
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.

My dress is richly figured,   
And the train
Makes a pink and silver stain   
On the gravel, and the thrift   
Of the borders.
Just a plate of current fashion,
Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
Not a softness anywhere about me,   
Only whale-bone and brocade.   
And I sink on a seat in the shade   
Of a lime tree. For my passion   
Wars against the stiff brocade.   
The daffodils and squills
Flutter in the breeze
As they please.
And I weep;
For the lime tree is in blossom
And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.

And the splashing of waterdrops   
In the marble fountain
Comes down the garden paths.   
The dripping never stops.   
Underneath my stiffened gown
Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
A basin in the midst of hedges grown
So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
But she guesses he is near,
And the sliding of the water
Seems the stroking of a dear
Hand upon her.
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.   
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.

I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths,   
And he would stumble after,
Bewildered by my laughter.
I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles on his shoes.
I would choose
To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover,   
Till he caught me in the shade,
And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
Aching, melting, unafraid.
With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,   
And the plopping of the waterdrops,
All about us in the open afternoon
I am very like to swoon
With the weight of this brocade,
For the sun sifts through the shade.

Underneath the fallen blossom
In my bosom,
Is a letter I have hid.
It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke.   
“Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell   
Died in action Thursday sen’night.”
As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
The letters squirmed like snakes.
“Any answer, Madam,” said my footman.
“No,” l told him.
“See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
No, no answer.”
And I walked into the garden,
Up and down the patterned paths,
In my stiff, correct brocade.
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,   
Each one.
I stood upright too,
Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown.   
Up and down I walked,   
Up and down.

In a month he would have been my husband.   
In a month, here, underneath this lime,   
We would have broke the pattern;
He for me, and I for him,
He as Colonel, I as Lady,
On this shady seat.
He had a whim
That sunlight carried blessing.
And I answered, “It shall be as you have said.”   
Now he is dead.

In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
Up and down
The patterned garden paths   
In my stiff, brocaded gown.   
The squills and daffodils
Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.   
I shall go
Up and down,
In my gown.
Gorgeously arrayed,
Boned and stayed.
And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace   
By each button, hook, and lace.
For the man who should loose me is dead,
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
In a pattern called a war.
Christ! What are patterns for?
What an amazingly written poem this is (although I think it would've been much more effective without that last line). I picked it up to read it because of the title-it caught my interest. As I read each line, I was in awe at how 'in the moment' the writing was. And, I wondered, who is this woman, Amy Lowell?

Here's a small except from Wikipedia:

"Lowell was said to be lesbian, and in 1912 she and actress Ada Dwyer Russell were reputed to be lovers. Russell is reputed to be the subject of Lowell's more erotic works, most notably the love poems contained in 'Two Speak Together', a subsection of Pictures of the Floating World. The two women traveled to England together, where Lowell met Ezra Pound, who at once became a major influence and a major critic of her work."

A fascinating personality-you can read more about her here


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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Malpais-BadlandsThat Are Good!

Lone pine tree at Malpais, NM © Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio


"You are the truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?"   ~Rumi

Malpais means, 'badlands' and here in New Mexico, it is a National Monument Park. They're called the badlands "due to the extremely barren and dramatic volcanic field that covers much of the park's area." (Wikipedia)

Lucky me. I got to go not once, but twice this year! Both trips were completely different. The lava fields out that way are stupefying. No other word for it, I'm afraid. Funny though, on both trips, I did not go to the lava fields and photograph that because that becomes the entire trip for the day and we were trying to pack in as much as we could. And, let's face it. It can be either pretty darned hot traipsing across the lava fields or miserably cold-depending on the time of year. This particular area was quite magical unto itself. So many nooks and crannies and smooth rock like this. The vantage point on the top is pretty amazing too. On a clear day, I'm sure you can see Arizona!

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