In the midst of the horror of it all, the war-making, the life-stealing, you have made a beautiful tree. It leans because we are all leaning. But it blooms. Still.
Can I just say that every time you reply, I get so excited that an author whose work I love is actually in conversation with me?!? Mind blown every time!!!
Poet Layli Long Soldier writes, “All small things are powerful.” Then there is the Japanese concepts of “wabi sabi” - the art and living philosophy of imperfection and impermanence. To look for wonder every day in the smallest, most imperfect thing, and there we find beauty and simple elegance (your tree on cardboard) and elegant simplicity (your writing). Creation. Inspiration. Joy and laughter and that invaluable feeling of being seen and heard by another soul. Somehow we can learn to trust this. Despite living in a world of destruction.
I have no idea where all these words came from… they must be emanating from your tree.
Oh, my dear one!!! You capture the angst of unavoidable and undeniable presence in an unhappy moment so well. If this is Non-Writing—long, well, usefully and persuasively may it wave. Love a view of your artwork. Thank you for sharing.
Your drawing is art in its loveliest form just as your writing past, present and future is inspiring. insightful and creative. Talents like yours are rare. You cannot lose what you were born with and yours is totally intact. Wish those frustrating and ugly thoughts would keep away, but that is my own idealistic, wishful thinking surfacing from my own optimistic viewpoint. No matter what this world does out of one’s control, it can never diminish our desire to make a difference in it. You Abigail have an everlasting impact upon it.
I only speak from my heart when I comment on others writing or the like. I appreciate creativity, wisdom, and love. I found those things I said from what you share. Thank you for allowing me to experience portions of your thoughts, feelings and musings.,
Yeah. I can’t write these days either. I don’t even try to get out my art supplies. And the dog’s been really sick so I’m not even playing the piano. I can’t blame it all on the dog even though I’m sleep deprived and very worried about my beloved old companion. It’s also the constant sense of the world teetering on the edge of extinction. Your post today helps. It says we’re all in the same - um I hate cliches, but - boat. Ps your tree with blue leaves is absolutely beautiful. Looks like something from China or Japan a century or more ago :)
These are trying times! It’s no wonder you are not writing. When the fog of war lifts , you will be inspired 🙏🦋🙏❤️ for now I love your drawings! Remember, hope is a thing with feathers😊
I like your painting, and I do feel the same about the on-going disaster of Trump and his obedient minions. I'm hoping for a mid-term blowout, even with Trump's secret police trying to scare people away from the polls. I want our kids and grand kids to live in a better world . . . and hope I live long enough to see that.
I love your observations of spring entering again( despite an endless winter and suspect thaw) and also our dogs and all they are and so much more. They’re waiting to be written about. Look at them posing. My ProntoHulahoopDave is ten today. He may even eat EXTRA bunny poop in celebration.
Don’t let this guy take away your writing too. Please.
I love the tree, Abby, and your writing about drawing and not writing. And I hate these crazy power-drunken sociopaths who are running us and the whole world into the ground, And their cowardly enablers. But trees are still blooming…🌺🩷
In the midst of the horror of it all, the war-making, the life-stealing, you have made a beautiful tree. It leans because we are all leaning. But it blooms. Still.
We are all leaning, Beth. But we can still bloom, even if only now and then. Thank you
If I am reading, you are writing.
I did, finally. Thank you.
Writing is always there. It just doesn't always come out when we want it to.
true that!
I love this writing about not writing and the tree is perfectly imperfect. I think it’s these little things that keep us going.
Yes, yes, yes. It's always the little things, isn't it? Thank you.
Can I just say that every time you reply, I get so excited that an author whose work I love is actually in conversation with me?!? Mind blown every time!!!
I love you for saying such a thing.
Poet Layli Long Soldier writes, “All small things are powerful.” Then there is the Japanese concepts of “wabi sabi” - the art and living philosophy of imperfection and impermanence. To look for wonder every day in the smallest, most imperfect thing, and there we find beauty and simple elegance (your tree on cardboard) and elegant simplicity (your writing). Creation. Inspiration. Joy and laughter and that invaluable feeling of being seen and heard by another soul. Somehow we can learn to trust this. Despite living in a world of destruction.
I have no idea where all these words came from… they must be emanating from your tree.
Wherever they came from, they are beautiful words with a message to remember.
Thanks, Sandell.
Oh, my dear one!!! You capture the angst of unavoidable and undeniable presence in an unhappy moment so well. If this is Non-Writing—long, well, usefully and persuasively may it wave. Love a view of your artwork. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Susan. Thank you very much.
Your drawing is art in its loveliest form just as your writing past, present and future is inspiring. insightful and creative. Talents like yours are rare. You cannot lose what you were born with and yours is totally intact. Wish those frustrating and ugly thoughts would keep away, but that is my own idealistic, wishful thinking surfacing from my own optimistic viewpoint. No matter what this world does out of one’s control, it can never diminish our desire to make a difference in it. You Abigail have an everlasting impact upon it.
Kathy, thank you. You've been too nicem too generous, in what you said, but thank you for saying such lovely things.
I only speak from my heart when I comment on others writing or the like. I appreciate creativity, wisdom, and love. I found those things I said from what you share. Thank you for allowing me to experience portions of your thoughts, feelings and musings.,
Thank you, I will shut up now and just feel seen.
Yeah. I can’t write these days either. I don’t even try to get out my art supplies. And the dog’s been really sick so I’m not even playing the piano. I can’t blame it all on the dog even though I’m sleep deprived and very worried about my beloved old companion. It’s also the constant sense of the world teetering on the edge of extinction. Your post today helps. It says we’re all in the same - um I hate cliches, but - boat. Ps your tree with blue leaves is absolutely beautiful. Looks like something from China or Japan a century or more ago :)
a leaky boat, too. Thank you for saying such a complimentary thing about my tree. Wow.
Are you up at this hour? I’m up with my sick fog. Your tree absolutely has that antique Asian look!
And you’re writing about it. Go figure.
Right. Now what? Thank you, Nancy.
I know.
You conjure words and images from still air, and they meet us where we all are 💙
Thank you, what a lovely thing to say.
Beautiful writing about not writing.
Thank you for making me grin. Writing about not writing. SOmetimes that's all there is.
A tree of life.
Thank you very much.
Maybe you don’t think you’re writing, but this one sentence makes all the difference:
I like them, because luckily I am fond of imperfection.
Thanks very much. And totally true. Aiming for perfection would be so boring. You'd have to leave everything out.
lol!
These are trying times! It’s no wonder you are not writing. When the fog of war lifts , you will be inspired 🙏🦋🙏❤️ for now I love your drawings! Remember, hope is a thing with feathers😊
That nestles in your soul and sings the tune without the words …..
I recite the poem to my bird friends every time I feed them or come and go from my home
Thank you. I have never understood that line of E>D> But I'm probably not meant to. Understanding might leave something behind.
I like your painting, and I do feel the same about the on-going disaster of Trump and his obedient minions. I'm hoping for a mid-term blowout, even with Trump's secret police trying to scare people away from the polls. I want our kids and grand kids to live in a better world . . . and hope I live long enough to see that.
I hope I live to see that too, but I've lived a long time already, so it better hurry the hell up.
Yes, I couldn't have said it better.
I love your observations of spring entering again( despite an endless winter and suspect thaw) and also our dogs and all they are and so much more. They’re waiting to be written about. Look at them posing. My ProntoHulahoopDave is ten today. He may even eat EXTRA bunny poop in celebration.
Don’t let this guy take away your writing too. Please.
Eat extra bunny poop! Such a treat! Maybe we should all give that a shot. Thank you, Ginny.
I love the tree, Abby, and your writing about drawing and not writing. And I hate these crazy power-drunken sociopaths who are running us and the whole world into the ground, And their cowardly enablers. But trees are still blooming…🌺🩷
Thank you, Ingeborg. I know, the fucking pieces of fossilized shit.
Blossoms and blooms and a few lines here and there. I eagerly anticipate the (re)awakening and what will come, yours, mine, and ours.
Yours, mine, and ours. Perfect.