angel, Monotype of the Day #721

Day 351 of Year 2 (Actually Day 356)

Just to clarify last night's post, I am not stopping my daily posts when I hit day 730 (2 years). I'm reexamining the project as a whole to see what it has meant to me, my process, and my growth as an artist and person. I'm considering if I want to continue it as is or if I want to change the scope or restructure. Yesterday someone suggested taking one day a week to focus on a different type of art, could be interesting. It's brainstorming time right now and I may or may not change a thing. I'm open to suggestions and in the end I will see what inner nudges I get on year 3, day 1 and proceed from there.
xo

Your Boat, Your Words
by Pat Schneider

Your boat, they will tell you,
cannot leave the harbor
without discipline.

But they will neglect to mention
that discipline has a vanishing point,
an invisible horizon where belief takes over.

They will not whisper to you the secret
that they themselves have not fully understood: that
belief is the only wind with breath enough

to take you past the deadly calms, the stopped motion
toward that place you have imagined,
the existence of which you cannot prove

except by going there.

From Writing Alone and With Others https://amzn.to/2BBli3V
Found on Poetry Chaikhana http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/S/SchneiderPat/YourBoatYour/index.html

waiting, Monotype of the Day #311

Hospital print day 3

Today I’m thinking about how we choose to spend the in between times in life. So much time is spent waitiing, it would be tragic to waste it all. By thinking of something as a waiting period, an artificial boundary is formed that stops energy from flowing. A lot can happen while waiting if we are open, connections can form, ideas can be received, we can feel love. Often I use waiting times to meditate. I especially love to meditate at the doctor’s. Here in the hospital, however, where it is almost entirely waiting time, and when I’m not 100%, it’s difficult to do. Instead, I’m trying to stay open to whatever happens and receive all the love that has been flowing my way, and there has been so much. I am truly grateful.

The Patience of Ordinary Things
by Pat Schneider

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window