The Lady Prism: "Getting To Know You"

Saturday, August 14, 2010

"Getting To Know You"

I don't know who she is or what her story is or if there is one to tell of love or sorrow or loss or of finding and hope.

She certainly isn't me or someone I know or saw or am familiar with.

She stares quite comely and there is that confidence in her eyes and a kindness too, like the women I see who have everything figured out, or so it seems.

But hers isn't tinged with arrogance, or peppered with pride, just a full trust at the moment and a welcoming to try...

There is no perfection in her, no deep distinct color that pulsates, no straight drawn nose nor equal shaded rims.

My hands gave her existence and now she is here.....

and all I ask is - why?

I think I'll call her...." Brigid "...

CLICK TO READ A LOVELY PRAYER TO ST. BRIGID:

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GlorV1August 14, 2010 at 11:23 AM
Whatever reason she came to be may be unknown for now, so lets welcome her to blogland where I'm sure she will be welcomed by us all.

She looks like she just tossed her head back and looked straight at the screen and said, "Hey there, do I know you?"

Very nice Lady. Have a great weekend.
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bonemanAugust 15, 2010 at 2:30 AM
Hey there!
I thought I saw that smile of yopurs popping up and around places, and sure enough, I looked at the side bar of Time Flies Like an Arrow (fruit flies like a banana) and there you were!

Then again, like so many people, sometimes the blogging just gets set aside for a bit. I have been struggling with returning to painting...a bit of my creativity got pulled out from under me.
I had been doing a few commissions for a blogging buddy of mine (her dog...) and I kept hearing of her father's slow descent into the last sleep, and I tried to get a painting done of his favorite dog (also the same gal's ) and then he died.
Which broke my heart. and doubly so because i didn't get that painting to her fast enough for her to give him.

Dang.
I should kick myself for being so slow, sometimes.
Anyway, it caught me by my brain (doesn't that happen to most folk?) and as I mentioned, have been trying to get back into the process.
Long journey back from the dark recesses of our own minds, I fear.
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HeleneAugust 16, 2010 at 8:01 AM
she's lovely!
Is this where you have been posting? hummmm I had wondered! I think I had better update my sidebar!

Happy Monday! xo
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C. JoyBell C.August 16, 2010 at 6:31 PM
Heeeeyyy ♥ Thanks for stopping by! Indeed, after a very long time! Where in the world have you been??

I like this little piece, I think it is beautiful ♥

I like your writing to the right, and I like the new profile photo of you! You look so artsy and happy! ♥

C
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X. DellAugust 18, 2010 at 12:46 PM
Methinks Brigid looks a little like you. Funny. As a mother of two sons, you have perhaps given birth to a feminine ideal.
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The Lady Prism

Simply somebody who enjoys the company of a few intimate souls. I love the sound of sunbeams and the soothing brush of the shore on a sandy pebbled beach.

I love the ripple of cascading rain and singing brooks. I love the fluttery dance of fireflies and funny crickets on a dewy night. I love the melody of sultry whispers in my ears.

I love the view of a blue moon rising and of the Orion's Belt and of a meteor shower. I love the taste and aroma of French Vanilla Coffee on a Sunday morning in bed. I love moist brownies, almonds and pecans.

But most of all I love the feel of love wrapped around my arms. Welcome to the prism in me!

Mindful

MINDFUL

Every day I see or hear somethingthat more or less kills mewith delight, that
leaves me like a needle in the haystackof light.
It was what I was born for -to
look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world -to instruct myself over
and over in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talkingabout the
exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant - but of the
ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations.
Oh, good
scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as
these -the untrimmable lightof the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that
are made out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver

Leaves Of Grass

LEAVES OF GRASS

" This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men; go freely with the powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and mothers, of families:

read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life re-examine all you have been told at school or church, or in any books,

and dismiss whatever insults your soul. "

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

THE SUMMER DAY

Who made the worldWho made the swan, and the black bearWho made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyesNow she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Marriane Williamson ~ "A Woman's Worth"

* Beauty is an internal light, a spiritual radiance that all women have but most women hide, unconsciously denying its existence. What we do not claim remains invisible.....*

* The woman who is truly self-aware knows that her self is a light from beyond this world, a spiritual essence that has nothing to do with the physical world. Those of us who strongly believe in the reality of spirit are quickly invalidated by a worldly power system that senses within spiritual truth the seeds of its own destruction. For if we truly believed in an internal light, we would not believe in the power of external forces, and we would not be so easy to dominate and control. We would not be tempted to see hair and clothes and makeup as sources of so much of our self-esteem and the ideal beauty of a fashion model as a sign that we are not beautiful at all. *

Authenticity Is A Daily Practice!

Choosing authenticity means cultivating the courage to be imperfect, to set boundaries and to allow ourselves ourselves to be vulnerable, exercising the compassion that comes from knowing that we are all made from strength and struggle and connected to each other through a loving and resilient human spirit;nurturing the connection and sense of belonging that can only happen when we let go of what we are supposed to be and embrace who we are.

Authenticity demands WHOLEHEARTED living - even when it's hard, even when we're wrestling with the shame and fear of not being good enough, and especially when the joy is so intense that we're afraid to let ourselves feel it.

Mindfully practicing authenticity during our most soul searching struggles is how we invite GRACE, JOY and Gratitude into our lives. ♥ ~ Brene' Brown

Next Time

NEXT TIME

Next time what I'd do is look at the earth before saying anything. I'd stop
just before going into a houseand be an emperor for a minuteand listen better to
the wind or to the air being still.

When anyone talked to me, whether blame or praise or just passing time,I'd
watch the face, how the mouth has to work, and see any strain, any sign of what
lifted the voice.

And for all, I'd know more -- the earth bracing itself and soaring, the air
finding every leaf and feather over forest and water, and for every person the
body glowing inside the clothes like a light. ~ Mary Oliver

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"Getting To Know You"

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