Sheesh Claire, is Lady Hare actually an inhabitant?! (I recognise her, of course. She sets herself up on my head periodically.)
Ha, Pen! I knew you'd recognize her. The spiky 'hairball' resides on a shelf in my studio - I found it on Waikouaiti beach some time ago. Lady Hare (when she's not visiting either of us) lives amongst the clutter of a Port Chalmers 2nd hand shop. I prefer going to see her out there. ; )
Ode to our non-matching parts, strange bedfellows and, a vanishing condiment here in the US, mixed pickles. Some mornings I awake with the vivid hairball hanging drapes where my mind used to be...on especially jumpy days, it resides in my stomach as well. Lady Hare usually struts just past my peripheral vision. How do such incongruent and incompatible parts make a home under the same roof? At our rather great expense. Thank God I gave up any illusion of normal long, long ago. A fine post, a familiar topic. My compliments, Claire. xoxo Marylinn
Found objects into new images, for me more endearing than scary despite the prickles, Claire.Are you really feeling so sharp, or it just a temporary edge to your otherwise good nature.? I know these hiccoughs well. At least we can convert them into art.
I'm always very fond of found objects.I'm fine here in Amsterdam. A little cough. But I plan to use it as an excuse for a day of writing and reading.
Prickly is good! Cuts the sugar.I'm racy this morning but will settle a bit once I've had breakfast.That's some hare: dithering.Yours for dither and dash!
Chuck in some smoke rising and a pair of red earrings and I'd be Ms Prickly today....
Dear Marylinn, you've expanded this scenario - this dynamic - perfectly and made me laugh out loud to boot! Thank you ; ) Humour is often the best antidote. How else do we embrace our errant Hares and Prickles? Rumi, in his profound and inimitable way, encourages us to invite the 'visitors' in --- I'm sure you know this poem? THE GUEST HOUSEThis being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival.A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honourably.He may be clearing you out for some new delight.The dark thought, the shame, the malice,meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes,because each has been sentas guide from beyond. Greetings, commiserations, fortitude to you - C xx
Dear Elisabeth - oh yes, I've been feeling sharp as nails and tacks and darts. (We all go all places! No one of us is exempt!). Am better today and don't mind knowing this 'gruntled side of myself. In fact, it's kind of a relief ; gristle can = muscle. How are you going over in Sydney? I feel for you dealing with your leg and all the associated adjustments, ache, malady, frustration. (And sometimes I wish I could email you rather than leave - or, all too often, not leave - a comment on your wonderful blog... There's so much to say and life here's so full-on, I sometimes get immobilized. Sorry! I send you best thoughts and hope life's easing up... ) L, C
Beloved Snail - yes, an excellent idea... Taking the day off will definitely help turn malady (your cough) to melody! Enjoy your writing and reading... LC
Hi Mim - 'yours for dither and dash'! Perfect... I wonder what you have for breakfast that settles your racy-ness? A bit of prickliness is excellent for cutting the sugar, I agree. L, C
Ah, Vanda - you'd do prickly in fine style! Smoke and red earrings, eh? How about some red shoes, too?! Have fun xx
Claire, No I don't know the Rumi poem and have copied it to print out, for it says...everything. Thank you. Without laughter, we would be mere husks.
Miss Prickly looks as if she's been properly place on a painting...I'm quite fond of her...though not overly in love with rabbit-face...thank you..