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About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.

Eight Things

Eight things I wouldn’t want to be:

I.  A big fish in a small pond.
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II.  Just another brick in the wall.
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III.  The lone fire hydrant in a dog park.
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IV.  A sitting duck.
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V.  On a train to nowhere.
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VI.  A thorn in someone’s side.
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VII.  Moss on a rolling stone.
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VIII.  Caught with my back — or butt — against the wall.
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The Daily Post Discover Challenge: The Poetry of List-Making

Weekend Coffee Share 8/13/16

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If we were having coffee, I’d invite you to the back deck where we could enjoy the cool shade before the temperature soars later today. I’d tell you that things have been a bit slow around here lately.

After my fall from Grace (Grace being the name of my ladder, of course), I’ve been nursing a sore shoulder and haven’t been able to resume my outdoor landscaping/painting/general mayhem projects. So I’ve been taking on some more mundane tasks: sorting through stacks of paperwork that need to be filed away, organizing old photos, tearing my kitchen apart (with the notion of painting every single flat surface in the near future).

In the evenings I go out on the deck, and whittle away at my “wood sculpture,” a couple of tree branches that grew together in a permanent knot. At first I was just going to skin the bark off and maybe use it to hold and display a small stained glass piece or a framed photo, but now it’s kind of taken on a life of its own.

I’m working to see just how smooth I can make the surfaces using only my utility knife. The branches have multiple layers with differing densities, and the inner wood hardens as it “seasons” over time. I’m kind of doing this “being one with the wood” thing and letting the wood guide its own shaping. (In other words, if I slice more deeply into the wood than I intended to, I pretend the wood is telling me its true shape lies deeper within).

I think by the time I’m done with it, its “true shape” is going to be that of a toothpick. We’ll see what it tells me.

The air is starting to heat up now, so I would suggest we take our coffees inside. My dog has already retreated indoors to lay on the cool tiles by the front door. With no air conditioning except a heat pump/air cooling unit that isn’t worth a darn, I may be joining him soon.

Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad you whittled some time out of your day to join me.


#WeekendCoffeeShare is hosted by Diana at parttimemonsterblog.com.

Windows to the Soul

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When I look into your eyes
and see the profoundness within,
I am thankful that your spark of wisdom and grace
has been added to this
wounded and ailing planet.

When you look out
through those sparkling windows
at the chaos of the world to which you’ve come,
I doubt you are thankful
for the brokenness into which
you have been born.

But perhaps
in your wisdom and grace
you see healing and hope for this world
if only we would all
open our windows.

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The Daily Post one-word prompt: Profound