If, on the other hand, you find yourself like me, staring at a planner six days into the New Year (an all too familiar situation) looking at a week full of well-laid plans that have all gone awry, it is truly time to rethink the whole “this time I’ll get it right for sure” attitude.
With this newfound understanding, I immediately turned to Herr Mozart and his Little Serenade to energize me with its uplifting tempos and remind me of my love of adventure and all the courage it took for me to make the trip
I felt as though I were in the midst of the Blizzard of ’76 stuck outside in the ice and cold as the snow poured from the sky,
My last post dealt with the concept of wishing; how easily it can take over our lives if we let it, stopping us from actually doing what is necessary to make our wishes reality, as I had been doing with my garden – wishing it were neat and trim while watching it grow out of control.
The story I relayed about The Girl Who was Quite Fond of Wishing is the story of me in grammar school. The revelation that I was wishing my life away came upon me suddenly,…
Patterns fill our lives. Sometimes these patterns are beneficial – think of the calendar with its daily and seasonal repetition, or of the tidal patterns. Other times our patterns are detrimental, particularly when it comes to the patterns we fall into…
In the realm of the creative endeavors of others, our cocoons-of-the-moment wrap themselves around us readily, and often, without notice. We become so caught up in our interior universes, which we rule with the withering authority and dry wit of the Dowager Countess of Grantham, seeing all from the lofty heights upon which Superiority perches. We echo the sentiments of Clark Kellogg when faced with art that challenges us, our way of thinking, our superiority, our surety in life-as-we-know-it, “I don’t want to go to Palermo Sicily!”…
Of the great artists of the world, the community of the uninitiated would immediately bring to mind names of artists or works of art from countries such as France, Italy, Spain, and the Netherlands. Some slightly more initiated may recall the names of artists from North or South America and England. The one country that surprises in its abundance of truly great artists, lush with talent, skill, and influence, is Ireland.
People generally remember Ireland for her wealth of literary geniuses…
In my journey to discovering the art that I enjoy – art that has something to say to me about my life, life in general, mankind, or what-have-you – I invariably encounter art that has the opposite effect on me. Not being one blessed with an effective Poker Face, my impression of the art in front of me is quite clear by my expression. Although I always try to be diplomatic (“my Mamma taught me right,” as my friend Nancy always says), the writer in me who simply must describe the precise reason or reasons why the art repulses me too often wins out – to the chagrin of those in my party (“Who’s she? Is she with you? NOT ME!”).
My high-mindedness regarding art began in grammar school…
In many ways, art can be intimidating. I remember my first visit to an official museum (as an eight-year-old, the various living history museums we regularly visited were too much fun to be seen as a museum to which sophisticated adults went)….The overriding feeling of that day, for me, is one of being swallowed by greatness, beauty, and the souls of the people who created everything around me. I could not tell you the specifics of which pieces were my favorites, although I do remember…
Each of us struggles to find our way in the world, to get to know who we are at our core. Some struggle harder than others to unearth the treasure of our Me, the treasure of our true self that we seem so afraid to display. Oftentimes it is easier to become what others say we should be because experience has shown us that others cannot be trusted to value our treasure properly. So, we never take it out, we bury it under someone else’s vision of who we are.
Lately, I have been binge-watching Hallmark movies. Invariably, one of the main characters responds, “It’s complicated” when questioned about his or her reasons for either not expressing his or her feelings towards the other main character or for not clearing up a misunderstanding that is damaging the relationship.
Sometimes, it seems to me as though the human race is inherently a race of Drama Queens. We seem incapable
In this month dedicated to declaring affection to those we love, our awareness of and focus on initiating new relationships is heightened. This brings to mind a lesson I learned early on when I was getting the hang of relationships. Today, I leave you with the words I told myself after losing a friend in high school as my wish for you in the year ahead. May you, too, discover that the best relationship you’ll ever have is right under your nose.
“Perhaps, that is the way of friends, to love one another for their imperfections, not despite them.”
― Scott Wilbanks, The Lemoncholy Life of Annie Aster
With the New Year in full swing, I have set the goal for Art Life Connection this year to be more informative regarding the opportunities available to me and Art Life Connection readers to experience more art – more of the art we love as well as to expand our exposure and discover more, toContinue reading “Upcoming Exhibits Not to Miss”
Planning, for me, is an exercise in hope and possibility which always leads to gratitude. Unleashing the possibilities in front of me … through the process of making a plan and it’s accompanying list of things to do to achieve it … helps me to weed out the real from the unreal, the plausible from the unattainable. …
As I see the universe of possibility laid at my feet, I recall all the reasons I have to be grateful. My gratitude begins as a babbling brook with family, friends, basic necessities. Following each related reason for gratitude, my babbling brook becomes a river …
School Days: Inspiring Greatness By Cathleen Elise Rossiter “Everybody we meet has an influence on us and an impact – good or bad. And I think that’s why we have to be careful with the way we handle people because what we’re doing is making an impact. Ernie Harwell In Cambridge, MA in theContinue reading “School Days: Inspiring Greatness”
Still, the impression that seeing these masterpieces in the flesh as it were was a formative experience for my life, one upon which I continue to draw inspiration. In honor of this opportunity that I had, Today’s post is all about bringing your attention to programs dedicated to bringing art, in all its forms, to schoolchildren.
We all take different paths to the thresholds of our life’s work, our calling. Consequently, some arrive later than others do. Coincidentally, the paths we take teach us precisely what we need to know in order to recognize and fully accept our calling as well as what to do with it once it’s ours
Who would have thought that a simple bite from a sandwich of my youth could take me on a journey around the world, bringing me home to find deeper meaning and richness in my roots, my heritage, and my family?
Although the opportunity to have a basic education is de rigueur for many people around the world, so many others have difficult struggles to obtain a fraction of a fraction of what we take for granted.
By the Seaside: Learning to Treasure By Cathleen Elise Rossiter Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down theContinue reading “By the Seaside – Learning to Treasure”