The wind is like a thought

It whispers away

The soft water hushing

Rushing of wind

Leaves together brushing

Cars rushing

Shushing

Water running solitary

Sounds like the wind against a thing

We never know the wind alone

And so a thought fleeting

An idea beating

Its way to a heart, a brain, a mouth, a pen

Has no truth alone

Just like the unfettered wind

Can't be known

The speaking of the thought

Or writing, singing, painting, voicing

Shares truth

Alone the new thought has only

Youth

The jingle of chimes ringing

Tingling

Bringing to life a song

The wind song

The thought becomes a verse

And the wind and the idea

Become singing

A song of imagination

Thought and voice

Are creation

Moonlight Night in the Caribbean

I took this photo of the moon shining on the water with my iPhone. We had just seen a beautiful ice skating show in the ship and then stepped out to enjoy the view. It was very windy and cold, as the ship was moving pretty fast. I love the pink cast that the moon and it's shadow reflected in this photo.

I was grateful for the beauty that God created and that I had the wonderful opportunity to view!

A Case of Creative Constipation

Amanda, I know you've been trying really hard to produce some solid ideas for your dog poop sculpture, but it seems like there is a blockage of some sort. I know it's a heavy load to carry, so I am here to help. Perhaps you just lack inspiration, (though I would think the wasteland would provide plenty of materials to work with) but in any case, here is some BM (big motivation) for you:

Butt, if this doesn't work, you may just have to push through and squeeze something out cause a double dog-poo dare is not something to take lightly. Best of luck! 

*If you are confused about the meaning of this post, see Trash Sculpture post comments and Amanda's latest post for clarification. If you are offended by this post, sorry.