Anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.
David Whyte, The House of Belonging
Always Humming
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Be Brilliant
Upon commitment, the Universe conspires to exist; who are you not to shine…be brilliant!
Marianne Williamson on Nelson Mandala
(Elizabeth used slender magazine strips to create the yogi, light and shadow.)
Experience
There is something terribly radical about believing that one’s own experience and images are important enough to speak about, much less to write about and to perform.
(Close up of Elizabeth’s charcoal Self Portrait.)
Feelings
Originality
…originality, in art as in science, consists in a shift of attention to aspects of reality previously ignored, discovering hidden connections, seeing familiar objects or events in a new light.
(Made by Elizabeth with the wrap from a bag of lemons and a medical lab’s purple and red tape, which is topped with a wine bottle’s metal cork protector.)
More
There will never be
only love
only peace
but there can be
more love than
before we got here
and more peace
because
we stayed here.
David Richo, Everyday Commitments
(Elizabeth creates 3-D art and photographs with eggshells because their fragility and strength parallel the human condition.)
Change
The secret to change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
Longing to Belong
girl with eyes too large and
milky teeth fairies must wait
years for in country that…(more)
Thank you to Writers Resist for first publishing “Longing to Belong.”
For Stella
What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight; it’s the size of the fight in the dog.
My friend adopted an 11-year-old, 17 pound miniature pinscher, Stella, as well as Stella’s senior bestie and brought them home to her regal 85 pound rottweiler mix, Luke.
Stella was deaf and a few weeks earlier had lost an eye in a fight to a much larger dog. Her stitches were still in place when Stella met Luke, who surprisingly accepted the new dogs in his home. However, when Stella came near Luke’s food, he let out a roar that other dogs had always run or cowered from.
Not Stella. She reared up on exceptionally slender legs, stared at Luke with her only eye and growled right back, loud as she could, ready for action. Never-challenged-before, Luke looked shocked as he stared at this fine-boned snack-of-a-senior, and let it go. Though Stella may have been small in stature, her spirit was indomitable.
Love as…
And if you are to love,
Love as the Moon loves;
it does not steal the night –
It only unveils
The Beauty of the dark.
