I love this…. first encountered it on NPR…….. telling your life story in 6 words, no more, no less… Smith magazine has published a book of these.
Ernest Hemingway’s……. “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
http://www.smithmag.net/sixwords/
Mine – “Seeking: Time, Love, Sleep,Art, Wine”
What’s your 6 word memoir?
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Come Play with Me….. 6 Word Memoirs
Posted in Blogroll, Inspiration, Life, NPR, Time, art, authentic, autumn, emotions, love, meditation, muse, opportunity, paint, playful, poetry, prose, relationships, self-realization, thoughts, wine, words, writing on March 30, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Black Cloud, Silver Lining
Posted in Inspiration, Life, authentic, emotions, hope on September 13, 2007 | 2 Comments »
It’s been one of those days……….. my clear coat on my car is blistering for some strange reason, looks horrible. The body shop can not get it in for a few weeks. $$$
This evening I broke a tooth…………. eating cheese! I take my stress out by clenching and grinding my teeth and the last few weeks have been very stressful. [...]
In Search of the Skin Horse
Posted in Life, emotions, hope, love, relationships, thoughts on September 2, 2007 | 1 Comment »
This afternoon I went to a birthday party for a gentleman turning 90 – he told me he reached this age in good health because he knew the magic formula. I asked him what that was, hoping he’d enlighten me.He looked at me and said, “Love. I fell in love with a good woman who [...]
Life goes on
Posted in Inspiration, Life, emotions, love on August 27, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Life goes on ….
Two Septembers ago, I heard the fear in her voice. We sat in her backyard drinking coffee with the chiminea aglow, her face mostly in shadows except for the tears trickling down her cheeks.
Her fear was not for herself, not for the days ahead when the beast would have its way with [...]
Masterpiece
Posted in authentic, emotions, love on August 22, 2007 | 5 Comments »
I close my eyes and remember you
small details
picked up by the scrutinizing eye
of an artist
Had I the talent
I would have painted you
that afternoon in June
on a large fresh canvas
caught every small detail
the way the sky with her billowing clouds
wrapped around you
the sun picking up the highlights
of your salt and pepper hair
and casting shadows [...]
