CREATIVE iDEAS
The other day, i had a series of creative ideas. i jotted them down on my list pad so i wouldn't forget them when i started my writing career. here's the list:
3 room mates
rusty october
don't let life make you brittle
the season of death
marketable bleu
my velvet weed
next to a chiquita banana sticker is a mini list; skippy peanut butter, maxwell house coffee, tetly tea, bic pen.
now to tie them altogether.........
i can't fathom what the 'three room mates 'means. i have no recollection what so ever as to why i wrote that down. it could have been an alien presence.
"rusty october" is just a poetic phrase that describes the hills across the bay as i look out my window. the reds of the maples have turned and only the orange leaves of the birches remain. it's been a fabulous fall in the humber valley. it begins in one corner of a hill on the west side and gradually creeps over the hills and spills out across the bay and sneaks up the river valley, like a slow burning fire.
i dream that one day i'll follow the colours across the country. i haven't determined where they start, perhaps on the white mountains of new hampshire, across to maine, new brunswick, nova scotia, up the cabot trail , then across the gulf to the valley. what a wonderful trip. perhaps a honey moon trip , if i should ever remarry.
come to think about it, there is a website which tracks the colours in the vermont tourism site.
"don't let life make you brittle" has to do with" season of death". a good friend of mine died this week. i hadn't seen her for a while as she had gotten fairly reclusive, since her husband died 7 years ago. she was a remarkable woman. a gifted pianist, teacher and poet. someone who was always kind and caring. she was fragile and etheral, however she had a great wit and a wicked sense of humour. she was ever passionate about music, poetry. children and animals.
she had no children of her own and yet had hundreds of children in her friends children , her music students and her neices and nephews. lucky were we who knew her.
but she was brittle. she bordered on agrophobic,seldom going out and keeping her life very private. she was someone you would not drop in to see without an invitation. she had certain boundries which would not be crossed.
those closest to her did not know how sick she really was. and she refused to go for medical help. she hated the hospital. so her illness was well progressed, when she finally had to seek medical attention. it was too late. she died shortly after her admission to hospital.
upon hearing about her death, i was angry, angry and hurt, that i hadn't been told that she was in hospital, and that i didn't get to visit her or send her flowers or say goodbye.
it wasn't fair! i loved her. she was important to me. she was lonely. i could have done something.
after a day of weeping and bewailing my loss, my giref moved into acceptance. i realized that she had been lonely , that she never really got over the loss of her beloved husband. unlike some of us, she wasn't able to build a new life after his death. she was going home.
there have been a lot of deaths inmy life over this past few months. i tallied them at 8 in the past 4 months. some of them were parents of friends, others too young and unexpected. all have had an impact although this most recent one, has touched me deeply. it has made me feel vunerable. she was my age, lived alone and had a smallish life. it has made me realize i need to get my house in order. but more importantly, i need to slow down and savour each and every joy that comes into my life.
"marketable bleu" came to me when i was scooping out peanut butter from a "skippy" peanut butter jar. i noticed the blue of the cover and label was the same blue as the "teltley" tea package and the "maxwell house" coffee tin. when i went to reach for a pen i picked up a blue "bic" pen , which was the exact same blue. and then i looked at the bananas and lo and behold the "chiquita "sticker was the same blue. is there a connection? of course there is ! the marketers of these products know something about that blue that i don't . what is it called ? where did it come from? what ad agency first used it? what does it make us do, besides buy any product with that colour on it? any ideas? all i know is it is everywhere in my kitchen. is it in yours?
" my velvet weed". i bought some phlox early in the summer. i think i got them at zellers greenhouse , which is supplied by a local nursery.in any case, i transferred the phlox to a larger container and it flourished. one day i noticed a strange velvet leafed plant clinging to the edge of the container. it was lush and soft,with a grayish green rabbit ear shaped leaves. it looked exotic. i was more excited about this guest plant than i was with the phlox.
eventually i transplanted both to a new bed . as summer moved into fall the velvet eared plant got bigger and bigger. it had a rosette of leaves in the centre. i kept expecting a flower to emerge. it didn't happen.
i decided to check it out on the internet. i came across a web site called "heritage prennials" which offered the advice of an expert. so i posted my inquiry and immediately recieved a response from the expert, john vallue, he figured it was either a mullien or a verbascum. so i checked it out on google/ image and sure enough there it is. verbascum . the first year it just grows velvet leaves. the next year, it will grow a tall stalk with a flower something like the primrose flower. it could be yellow or purple. it is described as very invasive. oh dear! what have i fostered? i already have an invasive thistle like plant which is crowding out my wild irises. my curiousity has the better of me, so i will allow it to flourish and see what next year will bring.
so that 's all my creative ideas. i still dont' recall who the "three room mates " are. i had four room mates when i was single in montreal. we all got married one saturday after each other in 1966. that wasn't it , although that history would provide literary fodder for a lifetime.
hmmmmmm, three room mates???????????
perhaps it will come to me later.
The other day, i had a series of creative ideas. i jotted them down on my list pad so i wouldn't forget them when i started my writing career. here's the list:
3 room mates
rusty october
don't let life make you brittle
the season of death
marketable bleu
my velvet weed
next to a chiquita banana sticker is a mini list; skippy peanut butter, maxwell house coffee, tetly tea, bic pen.
now to tie them altogether.........
i can't fathom what the 'three room mates 'means. i have no recollection what so ever as to why i wrote that down. it could have been an alien presence.
"rusty october" is just a poetic phrase that describes the hills across the bay as i look out my window. the reds of the maples have turned and only the orange leaves of the birches remain. it's been a fabulous fall in the humber valley. it begins in one corner of a hill on the west side and gradually creeps over the hills and spills out across the bay and sneaks up the river valley, like a slow burning fire.
i dream that one day i'll follow the colours across the country. i haven't determined where they start, perhaps on the white mountains of new hampshire, across to maine, new brunswick, nova scotia, up the cabot trail , then across the gulf to the valley. what a wonderful trip. perhaps a honey moon trip , if i should ever remarry.
come to think about it, there is a website which tracks the colours in the vermont tourism site.
"don't let life make you brittle" has to do with" season of death". a good friend of mine died this week. i hadn't seen her for a while as she had gotten fairly reclusive, since her husband died 7 years ago. she was a remarkable woman. a gifted pianist, teacher and poet. someone who was always kind and caring. she was fragile and etheral, however she had a great wit and a wicked sense of humour. she was ever passionate about music, poetry. children and animals.
she had no children of her own and yet had hundreds of children in her friends children , her music students and her neices and nephews. lucky were we who knew her.
but she was brittle. she bordered on agrophobic,seldom going out and keeping her life very private. she was someone you would not drop in to see without an invitation. she had certain boundries which would not be crossed.
those closest to her did not know how sick she really was. and she refused to go for medical help. she hated the hospital. so her illness was well progressed, when she finally had to seek medical attention. it was too late. she died shortly after her admission to hospital.
upon hearing about her death, i was angry, angry and hurt, that i hadn't been told that she was in hospital, and that i didn't get to visit her or send her flowers or say goodbye.
it wasn't fair! i loved her. she was important to me. she was lonely. i could have done something.
after a day of weeping and bewailing my loss, my giref moved into acceptance. i realized that she had been lonely , that she never really got over the loss of her beloved husband. unlike some of us, she wasn't able to build a new life after his death. she was going home.
there have been a lot of deaths inmy life over this past few months. i tallied them at 8 in the past 4 months. some of them were parents of friends, others too young and unexpected. all have had an impact although this most recent one, has touched me deeply. it has made me feel vunerable. she was my age, lived alone and had a smallish life. it has made me realize i need to get my house in order. but more importantly, i need to slow down and savour each and every joy that comes into my life.
"marketable bleu" came to me when i was scooping out peanut butter from a "skippy" peanut butter jar. i noticed the blue of the cover and label was the same blue as the "teltley" tea package and the "maxwell house" coffee tin. when i went to reach for a pen i picked up a blue "bic" pen , which was the exact same blue. and then i looked at the bananas and lo and behold the "chiquita "sticker was the same blue. is there a connection? of course there is ! the marketers of these products know something about that blue that i don't . what is it called ? where did it come from? what ad agency first used it? what does it make us do, besides buy any product with that colour on it? any ideas? all i know is it is everywhere in my kitchen. is it in yours?
" my velvet weed". i bought some phlox early in the summer. i think i got them at zellers greenhouse , which is supplied by a local nursery.in any case, i transferred the phlox to a larger container and it flourished. one day i noticed a strange velvet leafed plant clinging to the edge of the container. it was lush and soft,with a grayish green rabbit ear shaped leaves. it looked exotic. i was more excited about this guest plant than i was with the phlox.
eventually i transplanted both to a new bed . as summer moved into fall the velvet eared plant got bigger and bigger. it had a rosette of leaves in the centre. i kept expecting a flower to emerge. it didn't happen.
i decided to check it out on the internet. i came across a web site called "heritage prennials" which offered the advice of an expert. so i posted my inquiry and immediately recieved a response from the expert, john vallue, he figured it was either a mullien or a verbascum. so i checked it out on google/ image and sure enough there it is. verbascum . the first year it just grows velvet leaves. the next year, it will grow a tall stalk with a flower something like the primrose flower. it could be yellow or purple. it is described as very invasive. oh dear! what have i fostered? i already have an invasive thistle like plant which is crowding out my wild irises. my curiousity has the better of me, so i will allow it to flourish and see what next year will bring.
so that 's all my creative ideas. i still dont' recall who the "three room mates " are. i had four room mates when i was single in montreal. we all got married one saturday after each other in 1966. that wasn't it , although that history would provide literary fodder for a lifetime.
hmmmmmm, three room mates???????????
perhaps it will come to me later.
posted by bluebird of paradise at 11:27 AM
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