Okay--so I fell off the wagon and my so-clever plan of posting here regularly took a severe tumble amid the comings and goings and celebrations and vacations between Christmas and Easter; kids home (twice) and gone again, and planning and laziness all vied for priority ranking, and. . . but I still like the idea of keeping my "creative juices" flowing on a regular basis, so am hoping to get back into the habit. Need to tweak my MO in such a way that writing and publishing my entries is a less-time-consuming process than previously, yet still keep my pieces creative and informative. Again, wish me the best. And do somehow let me know if you are really visiting "my world in words." Time spent composing and publishing feels more valuable if I know people are seeing it, even if not experiencing life-changing moments from the encounter. You can always at least click a "reaction button" at the bottom, or make a comment, or respond to the "poll questions" that will randomly be available in the right sidebar.
Anyway, so before the interruption/hiatus, I had begun to compose an entry that I spent ample time on, and thought a worthy "musing." Of course, it is now a bit outdated, but I am publishing it anyway, as my thoughts and ideas are still valid and viable. I will even continue with the theme, in further posts with more timely information.
(Composed in January 2012--quite tardily published.)
Think back to the mid to upper grade language lesson on various literary elements, and the vocabulary list that included the valuable word "imagery." For those of you who don't suppress those kinds of memories, you'll remember that imagery is a writing technique that uses words and ideas that appeal to the senses. If you're the type that chose to disremember ancient lessons from language class, maybe you found elementary science lessons more interesting or applicable, and you will at least recall that the five basic senses are: seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, and feeling (touching).
So, paying homage to third-grade science lessons and adolescent English class, and an attempt at creatively letting you in on recent goings-on in our household, I present to you--in respectable ninth-grade English class "imagery-illustrating assignment" fashion--a "sensical tour" of recent moments of our lives. (Or, maybe, it's "nonsensical;" you decide.)
SIGHT:
**Never tire of the sparkle and glow and wonder of Christmas regalia: rainbow arrays of brilliance draped or dangling here and there; delicate, wispy-haired angels or finely tatted snowflakes hanging about; artfully designed and carefully crafted Nativity figures of several different ethnic perspectives displayed around the home. . . And despite that yesterday was the last day of Christmas, our decorations still proclaim the Wonder of the season at our house--and likely to remain for awhile before we find the time and inspiration to pack them away.
**Do, however, tire a bit of the post-Christmas and post-"kids-are-home-and-gone-again" clutter: now empty or near-empty chocolate boxes, lids ajar--crinkly brown wax-paper cradles randomly pinched half-in/half-out--not so decorously strewn around; glittery, rope-handled gift bags, purposefully scrunched colorful tissue-paper partially escaping, creeping out from their temporary location under the tree; a no-longer-orderly sorted stack of DVD's available for whimsical vacation viewing toppled across the floor near the TV; the last bit of dusty, sugary crumbs captured under ribbon-secured holiday plastic wrap on cheerful paper plates--tiny, sweet reminders of friends' sweet giving spirit; crumpled papers scrawled with Russian script, computer code, or mathematic formulas--now unimportant as bags were reloaded before returning to college--lie in forgotten clusters in cluttered corners; a heap of "needed-but- wouldn't-fit in the bag" miscellany--favorite must-share-with-friends movies, must-have quirky-fashion clothing or costumery pieces, too-late found books--waits in the middle of the floor to be packaged for mailing off to MN. Hmmm. . . sounds like I ought to be ordering the place up a bit rather than "imagery-izing" away at the computer, doesn't it? Have I mentioned the disuse of the descriptor "organized" when referring to me?
**Remain in awe of the scenic wonder as we trek about Montana for kid-retrieval or kid-return journeys to Bozeman: got to gasp at the brilliance of blue skies aglow with glorious sunshine during the winter in Montana; "amber fields" dotted with contentedly munching Angus cattle backdropped with silhouetted, snow-frosted mountains painted a dusky mauve by the nearly-set sun; wandering rivers artistically carving winding patterns across the prairie, some winter-esquely ornamented with lacy ice sculptures, others shimmering like luminescent ribbons aflutter across the twilit valley. Praise Him, our generous Creator!
SOUND: (my "sensical tour" was interrupted here back then; will continue from here in the next posts) HAPPY READING!
