Fragile flowers like Cinderella’s midnight curfew: you could almost touch it, believe it, then –poof!
It won’t hurt. It’s good for you. Be nice. Turn the other cheek. It’s always better to tell the truth. And they lived happily ever after.
As I sit in bed and re-acclimate to being on the home front, I can’t help but laugh at the fragile facades instilled through childhood, through relationships, and expectations in certain environments. And if I allow myself to laugh hysterically, people will think I’ve cracked and crumbled, demystified, parts of the old me blowing across the field, mixed and churned into composted fairytales recycled for the next generation.
Hope on a feather….Forrest Gump, Joy Luck Club, Icarus, and Dumbo…did I miss any other symbolic references?
Up close and personal with a macaw’s feathers at the Caldera Arts Center Nature Conservation seminar in Sisters, Oregon.
November 15, 2013 in Uncategorized
Tagged bird-lovers, birds, Caldera Arts, conservation, feathers, hope, Macaw, nature, Ram, Sisters Oregon
I can’t believe how clear and beautiful the lakes are in Sisters, Oregon. It’s like a secret doorway into an underground world. Walk with me?
The Caldera Arts Center, Sisters, OR.
Shhh… it’s really quiet here. It’s only 11:18pm and I think everyone’s had a full first day at Oregon State’s Cascades’ MFA’s first day of residency! See what happens when I’m absent from my blog? The creative writing process must have been festering in my silent fingertips, and I just had to apply–and guess what? I got in!
On Colleges and Universities: We’ve taken three of the five kids to colleges, and set up their rooms, purchased university sweatshirts and other college paraphernalia, but now it’s my turn! I can finally say that I went away for school on the “mainland.” I was raised in a time where only the sons were afforded a private school education and universities abroad. But tonight I am here. After 28 years of life and children and work, it’s finally my turn. So I don’t mind if I’m the only student awake, writing and creating by lamp light in my room. I don’t mind that tomorrow’s Saturday and we have to be in class by 800am with sessions until 8 or 9pm. I’ve waited so long. I know no matter how thin and smokey your farthest, farthest away dreams may seem, it’s never too late. Wish me luck, everyone!
My very own!
A quiet, potential writing spot.
Walking Tour of Caldera
Posted in Back to School Again, creative non-fiction, Creative writing, fiction, life, life and beyond, MFA, poetry, writing
Tagged art, artist, Colleges and Universities, creative writing, creative writing process, Creative writing programs, fiction, inspiration, life, mfa, Oregon State, poetry, prose, Sisters, The Caldera Arts Center, writing challenge