One Deep Breath-Windows and Doors

particles of glass combine with artist's vision~ awesome creation

We visited so many cathedrals during our trip to the UK last year, and I was in my own personal glory viewing all the stained glass windows, each centuries old, and each depicting it's own creation story.
But one of my favorite stained glass windows is quite new, and right here in the US - the West Rose Window of Washington's National Cathedral. This contemporary masterpiece is also known as the "Creation" window. An abstract rendering of the beginnings of mankind, it was designed by artist Rowan LeCompte and installed above the west front portal of the Cathedral in 1976. Set ablaze by the rays of the sun, the window is an impressive 25 feet in diameter and contains over 10,500 pieces of clear and colored glass.

Besides its beauty, there's another reason I love this window so much. Our guide told us that the artist was visiting the National Cathedral with his school when he was about 13 years old. During that visit, he became so entranced with the stained glass already in place, he decided then and there that creating art with glass was going to be his life's work. He began studying on his own, and had his first window installed in the National Cathedral just a few years later. Besides the fact that the artist and I share a common name (Rowan is my surname), the teacher in me is just delighted with this story!

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Sunday Scribblings-Instructions

How to...

Sing with the voice of the nightingale, or chickadee ~

Move with grace, swift as the deer through the wood ~
Flow ceaselessly, like the neverending tide ~
Sparkle in a million diamonds like the sun on the sea~
Gaze in wonder with the eyes of a child ~
Love with wild passion and consuming fire ~
Savor each moment of life's grand adventure ~
Instruct me in these ~ what more would I need?
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A Force To Be Reckoned With

“I have forced myself to begin writing when I've been utterly exhausted, when I've felt my soul as thin as a playing card…and somehow the activity of writing changes everything.”
Joyce Carol Oates
"Don't force yourself," my grandmother used to say, when friends would call me to go out playing on an icy cold winter day, or teachers would urge me to compete in piano competitions."If you're not feeling up to it, you shouldn't try to do it."
Thinking back on it, this was odd advice from a woman who came of age during the Great Depression, the eldest of eight children. An unusual way of thinking for a southern farmer's daughter, who became a farmer's wife at age 17, a mother at 19. There must have been many times when she had to force herself to rise at dawn to care for the animals, to light the stove, to tend to a sick child. To bake the daily bread, harvest vegetables from the garden, and preserve them for the winter. In her youth, she was a strong, hardworking woman. And yet, she always seemed to encourage me to take the easy way, to ride life like a soft cloud, swerving neatly to avoid any potential bumps in the road.
I embraced her philosophy throughout my childhood, and even into early adulthood. With age, however, I've come to realize the necessity and value of "forcing myself." Countless times, I have grudgingly dressed in my concert attire and "utterly exhausted," dragged myself to the stage. Then, the lights go up, the performance begins, and suddenly everything changes. I'm not only energized, I'm excited, alive, fulfilled. There are mornings I open the pages of my journal, totally convinced that I have absolutely nothing to say, and as soon as the pen touches paper, words seem to bubble forth, like water suddenly released from behind a dam. Even in the most mundane of chores -if I can just push myself to attack those closets that need cleaning, or those drawers that must be sorted - there is a real sense of satisfaction in completing the project and restoring order to some small part of my material world.
It is so easy to play it safe, to allow ourselves to take the smooth road and avoid any detours that might require us to get out and push ourselves uphill. Sometimes, it's absolutely necessary to apply force in order to avoid total inertia. It's amazing how simply engaging in the activity (of writing, or playing music, working out at the gym or scrubbing the floor) can change everything.

Poetry Thursday- Your Own Voice

As someone just taking baby steps into the world of writing, and particularly the world of poetry, this week's Poetry Thursday prompt made me throw up my hands (metaphorically speaking) and cry WHOA! Voice? I don't think I have a "voice" yet, at least not in the poetic sense. Not in the way that Mary Oliver has a voice, or Jane Kenyon, or Naomi Shihab Nye, some of the poets whose work I've been reading and enjoying. I spent most of the week wandering around thinking, "where is my voice?" and "how do I find it?" I had just about decided to post a poem from one of the poets mentioned above, as if to say, "I don't have a voice of my own, but how I wish I had one like this!" But then, I heard something. Not a voice, really, but a tiny whisper. So, I have a poem of my own to offer after all.

You must know ~
I've been searching endlessly
for this voice of mine.
Perhaps it hides
beneath loads of laundry
and lists of chores,
notes from various people
(not friends)
who beg money or time from me.
Perhaps it's injured or frightened,
remembering a moment in the past
when it ventured cautiously
from behind it's safest shelter,
only to have me ~it's protector~
shove it hastily aside,
discount its worth,
continue blithely with
the truly important tasks
that fill my day ~
the dusting, the driving, the tidying up
of all the cobwebby corners
of my world.
I tell myself now
to sit quietly
and gently call its name,
coax it to me
with a promise
of fresh ink, blank paper
and
a full measure of my devotion.
There is more poetry here

Written in the Stars (?)

PiscesYour imagination is flying high today, dear Pisces. Intellect and intuition join together in a vivid and explosive union where the whole is definitely greater than the sum of the parts. Don't waste this energy. Get busy and work on whatever creative projects you're involved with, or start one if there aren't any. This energy may not come around again for a while, and you'll want to make the most of it. Have fun!
I really wish I had read this horoscope this morning when I first got out of bed, instead of now, at 8:00 pm, when I'm about to change into my comfy flannel jammies, pour myself my alloted glass of wine for the day, and burrow into the corner of my leather couch to watch Dancing With the Stars. If I had only known before I went to work that my intellect and intuiton were going to join in a vivid and explosive union, I'm sure all those reports I typed and mailed at the office would have immediatley caught the eye of a top literary agent. And that fax requesting a quote for shower grab bars and a raised commode seat would probably have garnered me a nomination for a Pulitzer prize.
Of course, I did make some headway on one very important creative proect - my stockpile of post-it flags are now individually displayed in a colorful flag-like banner along the entire length of the shelf above my cubical, a project I completed during the time I was on hold with the telephone company repair service.
Oh well, tomorrow's another day, another opportunity to make the most of my creative energy, assuming it comes around again. And tomorrow, I'll be checking the horoscope first thing with my morning coffee, just to see if my imagination might be flying high.