What I look for in summer, refilling my inner lake… Time with family and friends, time in between without appointments of any kind, let my thoughts wander, let ideas come to the surface, let synthesis take place, and source new energy…
Food for poetic thought, an image from the I Ching:
I Ching Hexagram 58 – Tui / The Joyous, Lake
Above Tui the Joyous, Lake
Below Tui the Joyous, Lake
The trigram Tui denotes the youngest daughter; it is symbolized by the smiling lake, and its attribute is joyousness. True joy, therefore, rests on firmness and strength within, manifesting itself outwardly as yielding and gentle. The Joyous. Success. Perseverance is favorable.
To be continued…
It was a toxic afternoon: a lunch date gone terribly wrong, a miscommunication with a friend, a big tech glitch, all this after a hectic end of spring, beginning of summer, heat waves coming and going, bad news, end of world atmosphere…
Didn’t even have the heart to photograph street scenes, no eye-popping beauty jumped out and grabbed me. Came across this recent pic on my phone and got an immediate physical lift. Never even tasted these works of art, merely immortalized their colors and shapes as I passed the shop window. Now fantasizing about shrinking like my namesake and strolling around inside this display like an edible city, breathing in the flavors, taking an occasional mind-boggling bite.
Haven’t solved any of the world’s problems yet, but approach the subject with a fresh attitude.
Can something so ephemeral save us?
“Hope is always accompanied by the imagination, the will to see what our physical environment seems to deem impossible. Only the creative mind can make use of hope. Only a creative people can wield it.” Poet Jericho Brown, interviewed in the Kenyon Review:
And for another way to feel good, plant some trees, please:
Looking for similar organizations in France and Europe, let me know if you have info….
Margaritas @ Midnight was screened on Thursday May 30th at 12:20:
Moved mountains to get there, but who knew Paris-Wales travel could be so long, complicated, and expensive? It turned out I couldn’t spend two days on the train including 400€ Eurostar tickets (holiday weekend rate? last minute?) or fly into Cardiff and get transportation from there to Swansea (one flight daily, times didn’t mesh). Really wanted to be there in person! Next best thing: someone wonderful represented me=Mr. Paul Raymond, great guitarist who played on Margaritas 🙂
His report: “Evening went fine but …no cigar 😎 It was great, spoke with lots of film people and they all noticed the vid. Also it was seen at the festival so it’s all good. M@M has lots of cred that’s the main thing.”
No award was given in our category, Short Comedy. So we didn’t win but we definitely didn’t lose.
Our first film festival! To be continued! Thank you Paulie!
Above the Baltic
Between Saint Petersburg and Paris
Where is the sky
Where is the sea
Imagined arms in first position
A ballet beginner
Embracing a ball of light:
I’m not a nationality
I’m not a passport
I’m not a language
A political party
A family member
A marital status
A skin color
A job title
A news cycle…
Maybe a visitor
A soul in a body
©Aliss Valerie Terrell 2019
Thank you everyone for your warm reactions to my Return to Russia story on Facebook and Instagram, May 1st to May 8th.
This photo may seem strange for Mothers Day, but it expresses many things for me. It’s a statue at the Baby House near St Petersburg, Russia where I found my son on Nov 12th, 2007 and finally picked him up on May 8th, 2008 after three years of obstacles. The statue needs repairs, like the Baby House, closed down ten years ago.
I send love to all our mothers, all of us blessed to raise our own children and those of us who raise children whose mothers couldn’t. We stand on a fragile pedestal of joys snd challenges.
And love to my beloved daughter, who first made my wish to become a mother come true…
Happy Mother’s Day
Reposted from March 2017*
Embedded in the cobblestones in front of Notre Dame Cathedral is this marker, the starting point of all main roads leading to French cities and the endpoint used for measuring their distances, the very heart of the country. The cathedral itself is a visual encyclopedia of French culture and history.
Beside the main altar stands a 14th century statue of the Mother. No matter what tradition you come from, she is the incarnation of compassion enfolding soul, reminding me of Kwan Yin, (Guanyin) the Buddhist bodhisatva, sometimes compared to Mary.
I’m grateful to have this sanctuary nearby, to sit in silence, in candlelight, sending and receiving love through this portal, always, but especially in times like the ones we are living.
To be continued xxxxx Aliss
*Photo: Jean-Jacques Breton, Paris à vos pieds, editions Parisgramme, Paris 2013, p. 106. (Scan and color-adjustments, Aliss Terrell)