“When I look back on the authors, film makers, actors, musicians, painters, scientists (yes! I believe they are artists, too) that have made my beautiful life possible, I’m aware I can never come close to reciprocating. All I can do is dance my dance as a show of gratitude and hope that it has value beyond myself.” ~Typist, a.k.a, Gail Boenning
Okay a slight explanation. Noting that EB White is dead brought to mind that expression. Namely, the living of a person between the years of birth and death on a gravestone. In White’s instance he clearly left a mark of the indelible variety.
I watched an interview of a writer who offered that one of the best tactics for a good writer is to keep a journal. A diary. Not for future publication. Simply for the fact of having written the entries. Day by day, self affirmation perhaps? So if fame eludes us, our words don’t strike a universal note, few show up for our promotional tours, have we actually failed? Yes, if life success is measured by the yardstick of bank balances. No, if coming to know our hearts, and speaking it, is the measure.
Years ago, Harry Chapin (Mr. 30,000 Pounds Of Bananas-he’s dead too) wrote a song called Mr. Tanner. The owner of a dry cleaner’s shop in the mid-west, who also had a decent baritone voice. He sang at local events and was well received. Fate had him try to become a singing sensation, staging a concert in NYC, and ending badly. Throughout the song, Harry kept saying:
“Music was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it made him feel so happy, it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just made him whole.”
So we assess, “Merely an avocation?” He sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. Does that differ from wood carving? Refinishing antique furniture? Photography? Perhaps it is the definition that needs reworked, or the word itself given a back seat?
Let us consider if Gail is primarily a “home maker” with this avocation we call “creativity?” I feel certain we all know the correct response. Nothing against housekeepers. I wear that hat myself! 😬
Ha! Trying to read this with an open perspective... Hope you're not telling me to get a day job to pay the bills?! 😂
Ugh! Who knows what the future holds. Best I can do is keep the dream and keep on showing up. As Anthony De Mello reminds me, "My business is to do my thing. If you profit from it, fine; if you don't, too bad! As the Arabs say, 'The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.'" ~excerpt from Awareness
I admire his to-the-point prose.
You should see the Henny hair tumbleweeds gracing my floors. Home maker. Bah! What's that?
Lost in a hailstorm of words, I can see the difficulty in detecting the message. Any message. 😮🙃 For the record, there is no intended message about baking more goodies (though Muses might think otherwise) or papering pantry shelves (I’m guessing at the mission statement that day🤔). Far from that. And I know you are hip to the comparing oneself to others pitfall. I see no drawback to a creative singing from her heart and soul. Or painting. Or juggling a busy life. You go girl!
Sign: "Rational people accept the world as it is. Irrational people try to change the world to match their biases. Therefore, all progress in the world depends on biased irrational people." 🤨
I always loved the "I arise in the morning..." quote, but I never knew where it came from! Thank you!
Thalia's fingers got ahead of her as it appears she's “Waiting a lehhhhhh-ter! To EB!”
I was talking to an artist yesterday who seemed surprised that people wanted to connect with her about the art she was creating. I told her that I thought that's what art is - creating an opportunity for humans to connect. Coincidentally, I even made the comment that sometimes someone writes a book and the other person connects to it years after they have passed. The connection transcends time and space in both an airy-fairy and actual, literal way.
I think computer gremlins come in and create havoc after I’ve hit publish. 😂 That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Typo corrected!
When I look back on the authors, film makers, actors, musicians, painters, scientists (yes! I believe they are artists, too) that have made my beautiful life possible, I’m aware I can never come close to reciprocating. All I can do is dance my dance as a show of gratitude and hope that it has value beyond myself. 💜♥️💚
Mic 🎤 Drop! 🙌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🙌🏼
“When I look back on the authors, film makers, actors, musicians, painters, scientists (yes! I believe they are artists, too) that have made my beautiful life possible, I’m aware I can never come close to reciprocating. All I can do is dance my dance as a show of gratitude and hope that it has value beyond myself.” ~Typist, a.k.a, Gail Boenning
My morning started with "What is?, What is? What is? What would a drawing of what is be?
What???
I have no idea what this means.
Me either.
Cryptically he wrote “The Dash.”
Okay a slight explanation. Noting that EB White is dead brought to mind that expression. Namely, the living of a person between the years of birth and death on a gravestone. In White’s instance he clearly left a mark of the indelible variety.
I watched an interview of a writer who offered that one of the best tactics for a good writer is to keep a journal. A diary. Not for future publication. Simply for the fact of having written the entries. Day by day, self affirmation perhaps? So if fame eludes us, our words don’t strike a universal note, few show up for our promotional tours, have we actually failed? Yes, if life success is measured by the yardstick of bank balances. No, if coming to know our hearts, and speaking it, is the measure.
Years ago, Harry Chapin (Mr. 30,000 Pounds Of Bananas-he’s dead too) wrote a song called Mr. Tanner. The owner of a dry cleaner’s shop in the mid-west, who also had a decent baritone voice. He sang at local events and was well received. Fate had him try to become a singing sensation, staging a concert in NYC, and ending badly. Throughout the song, Harry kept saying:
“Music was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it made him feel so happy, it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just made him whole.”
So we assess, “Merely an avocation?” He sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. Does that differ from wood carving? Refinishing antique furniture? Photography? Perhaps it is the definition that needs reworked, or the word itself given a back seat?
Let us consider if Gail is primarily a “home maker” with this avocation we call “creativity?” I feel certain we all know the correct response. Nothing against housekeepers. I wear that hat myself! 😬
Ha! Trying to read this with an open perspective... Hope you're not telling me to get a day job to pay the bills?! 😂
Ugh! Who knows what the future holds. Best I can do is keep the dream and keep on showing up. As Anthony De Mello reminds me, "My business is to do my thing. If you profit from it, fine; if you don't, too bad! As the Arabs say, 'The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.'" ~excerpt from Awareness
I admire his to-the-point prose.
You should see the Henny hair tumbleweeds gracing my floors. Home maker. Bah! What's that?
Lost in a hailstorm of words, I can see the difficulty in detecting the message. Any message. 😮🙃 For the record, there is no intended message about baking more goodies (though Muses might think otherwise) or papering pantry shelves (I’m guessing at the mission statement that day🤔). Far from that. And I know you are hip to the comparing oneself to others pitfall. I see no drawback to a creative singing from her heart and soul. Or painting. Or juggling a busy life. You go girl!
🤸♀️🩰📖🗓️☀️🌳
🎂🍰🍪🍩🍭🧁🍫🍦
Ever the “Tubthumper!”
"Two roads diverged in a yellow woods, and I -
I chose the road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." Robert Frost
Thalia… that muse insists on doing things her own way! I wonder if she once worked with Robert Frost?
Sign: "Rational people accept the world as it is. Irrational people try to change the world to match their biases. Therefore, all progress in the world depends on biased irrational people." 🤨
I always loved the "I arise in the morning..." quote, but I never knew where it came from! Thank you!
hahahahaha! As mentioned, there is going to be a chapter devoted to the generosity of Jack in... Mincing the Marauder (?)
As I go back and read 3mms from the past, I need to start a list of some of my favorite funnies that you've shared.
Thalia's fingers got ahead of her as it appears she's “Waiting a lehhhhhh-ter! To EB!”
I was talking to an artist yesterday who seemed surprised that people wanted to connect with her about the art she was creating. I told her that I thought that's what art is - creating an opportunity for humans to connect. Coincidentally, I even made the comment that sometimes someone writes a book and the other person connects to it years after they have passed. The connection transcends time and space in both an airy-fairy and actual, literal way.
I think computer gremlins come in and create havoc after I’ve hit publish. 😂 That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Typo corrected!
When I look back on the authors, film makers, actors, musicians, painters, scientists (yes! I believe they are artists, too) that have made my beautiful life possible, I’m aware I can never come close to reciprocating. All I can do is dance my dance as a show of gratitude and hope that it has value beyond myself. 💜♥️💚