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I am playing with art. I am no longer afraid of art or being an artist. I love Oriental Brush Painting. I love watercolor. I love collage. All of it is now fun to me. I write more than I play with art, but that will balance out eventually, once I get my book completed.

I had fun this summer with an on-line course from Carla Sonnheim. It was a course for children and their parents. I will take her next one and hopefully later on join some more teaching courses with her. Color makes me happy.

We shared our art on-line and it was so fun to get up each of the five days to see what others had created.

This is my Chagall rendering of carousel.

 

We created Blob animals from cracks and shapes found in the sidewalk and parking lots. There are lots of blobs out there!

 

We also created lots and lots of herds of corrugated cardboard elephants.

 

 

Asian brush art is a favorite of mine and I am taking up learning it. The soft, fluid energy I see in it lights my soul. There is much to learn and PRACTICE is the centerpiece of learning. It is meditation with ink and paint. I love watching YouTube videos to get me going with it.

And I took two workshops in Berea, a creative center of the arts and writers, from Diane Marra this summer also. That deepened my love for this art. I created two pieces that vibrate with chi and warmth for me.

 

Being genuine.

 

We moved to Lexington in January 2017 and reside in a nice apartment in The BLVD at Hays complex. The new Lexington Senior Center is very close to us. I took up a few water color classes there. Water color is my favorite paint medium. I love what it does on paper with its blends, splatters, and swirls and thin line art. I want to get much better at it and I have time to practice.

 

 

I am Napkinwriter. I write on napkins.

 

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Praying in Color Image by Sybil MacBeth

Some thoughts from Sybil (guest blog, featured in Praying in Color), and Sue, Napkinwriter and soon to be wife of 50 years.

Reply Note from Sue to Sybil about her following post:  Congrats on your continued journey. I am trying to do the same for Tom and me, approaching our 50th in less than 2 weeks. So far, what I’ve come up with is a box of note cards for him and one for me, to write a love note to each other, upon reflecting upon our journey. These are to be done ahead of the time we leave for our return to the site of our honeymoon — the Smoky Mountains, and then read one day at a time.

I said I would do 50 stories in 50 days on my Napkinwriter blog, (www.napkinwriter.wordpress.com) but the 50 stories will be stretched out through the end of this year, I believe. I remember, regarding COMMUNITY, that a dear priest friend of ours said that was exactly what marriage is, and that we had better let others in or our marriage would not succeed. That is a Truth we have well-lived. I love your “ground” words. I am going to play with that. I also am going to post your blog as my guest blog today, hopefully assuming your permission.

Longtime Marriage  by Sybil MacBeth
Posted on June 10, 2015

Sunday was Andy’s and my 46th wedding anniversary. We have been married for 70% of our lives. When we said “I will” to the beautiful and daunting vows in an Episcopal church, Andy was so young his parents had to sign a permission slip for the state of Maryland. “Yes, little Andy has our blessing to go on a lifelong field trip with Sybil.” It was a crazy thing Andy and I did. If we had been older we would have had the sense to be more scared. But we were convinced we were supposed to take this journey together.
I’ve been trying to write a post about our longtime marriage, but everything I write seems sappy or self-righteous. A few phrases and their visual images offer a playful, but succinct summary for me.
MARRIAGE is:
a playground,
a training ground,
a campground,
a feeding ground,
a breeding ground,
a battleground,
a fairground,
a background,
a foreground,
an underground,
Holy Ground.
But another word that keeps popping up in my brain is community. Marriage is community. Without the myriad number of people in our lives who have encouraged us, chastised us, guided us, loved us, and prayed for us, we would not be together today.

As a tight little twosome, we do not have the energy, creativity, or wisdom to weather the changes and challenges of growing up and living with another person. Support and training have come from both likely and unlikely sources. Family, friends, Christians, non-Christians, married people, single people, divorced people, old people, children. Clergy, therapists, authors, colleagues, alcoholics, addicts.

“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it.” (Hebrews 13:2 NRSV) For this journey, God has given us teachers and angels with many different faces. Our marriage is not just about the two of us. It is a communal undertaking.

FROM SYBIL:  Thanks for the reply, Susan. You are welcome to post it on your site. Love the name–napkin writer. Cool idea for your 50th. I learned the most about marriage from a nun and a priest in Cambridge, MA when my husband was in seminary and we were in a marriage growth group they ran. The “religious” know about living in community and they taught me a lot. Peace and joy to you on your 50th!

Susan Heffron Hajec on June 10, 2015 at 3:27 pm said:
yes, we met our wise friend through Christian Family Movement on a rather earth-shaking retreat filled with much new knowledge for “us-marrieds”!!!
Also, I guess you must have been quite young, as I’ve just seen a beautiful profile picture of the present you. Enjoy life and I believe we are fellow dancing monk-esses. I love Christine and we are discerning a pilgrimage to Ireland in 2016, inviting all miracles in to allow it to happen. Thanks for reprint permission.

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What are the odds? No, not today in the 2015 running of the Kentucky Derby. But what are the odds that Tom and I are just a couple months away from celebrating a life and a love that was united in marriage fifty years ago on June 19, 1965?

Some might say it is a long shot. I might even say that, given some of the challenges we faced. But whatever odds we overcame, we are being rewarded with a magnificent family life. We are enjoying relatively good health and mobility. And if there is a secret to long-term marriage success, I might say for us it is just……that we never fell out of love.

In the Kentucky Derby of 1965, Lucky Debonair was the winner, followed by Dapper Dan in second and Tom Rolfe in third.

Tom’s first job out of college was with IBM in Lexington, Kentucky the heart of the Bluegrass.  We began our married life in a furnished apartment (with maid, which I would never tell my mother), moved to a rented duplex awaiting the arrival of our first born daughter, Laura the following June. Then a couple years later, we were settled into our first purchased and built home on Sandra Court and soon after that, we were given the gift of our second daughter, Kathleen.

Ours was the first home, around which grew the most fantastic neighborhood. Neighbors Bob and Carmel, Martha and Joe, and many other surrounding ones made for a vibrant, alive and friendly place for us and our children. We have never been in a neighborhood like that or shared time with others as we did in that one time of our life

Friends, Linda and Tom (our first) and Jude and Lucretia, Dave and Kay, Stan and Sheila were just a short jaunt away. We were rich in friendships, fun and play.

CarolineCaroline, friend of Laura and daughter of our Kentucky friends, Jude and Lucretia

We lived in the Bluegrass during the amazing years and feats of Secretariat, the last horse to win the Triple Crown. We walked the grasses of Calumet Farms and other white-fenced horse farms with our friends and visitors from Michigan. It was fun to be part of the Bluegrass pride and traditions.

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During our twelve years in Lexington, I taught school for a short while and then became an assistant in the Montessori classroom of Joanie Stickler. It was the start up of what is now an extremely successful Community Montessori School through high school level, one where friend Janet Ashby dedicated many years of loving service to the children and adults being blessed by the Montessori methods of discovery taught by Maria Montessori.

Our life changed “on a dime” in 1976, when we left Lexington in search of a different way of livelihood.  For some time to come, it could be best described in a song Neil Diamond would write titled, “It’s a Beautiful Noise!”

Fifty-Fifty is not about the odds on any horse today. In honor of approaching our 50th, I have decided to blog 50 stories over the 50 years of our life together. I have not written Napkinwriter as often this year as I did the first three years, so this will give me a theme to “hang my writer’s hat on”.  There are so many MORE than 50 stories (and they are not fairy-tales). It will amuse me anyway to see which I decide to throw some light upon.

I will complete these stories before Tom and I leave, once again, for a honeymoon in the Smoky Mountains in late June.

Tom and Sue

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From early in my Napkinwriter blogging. I still look to that eternal spring of living water within me as Christine Whitelaw points out in her comment.  Select the underlined Napkinwriter link  or the view original  link  to see the full blog and poem  and comments.

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This morning’s gospel reading was the story of Jesus meeting the Samaritan woman at the well. Our parish priest loves this story and spends time on many of the insights into Jesus and what he tells us about himself and about ourselves in this story.

The largest image of the story is this wonderful eternal spring of fresh water within each of us that we can return to time after time in the quiet of our heart and soul and be refreshed with grace, energy, wisdom, consolation, and any need we may have at the time.

The woman feels such a release from this encounter at the well that she tells Jesus to stay there and she runs off to get her friends to listen to him for the next two days. They came because she wanted them to, but they stayed because they wanted to.

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I was introduced to the poems of Hafiz by my writing companion/mentor/friend, Janet Conner in Writing Down your Soul, in her books and e courses and her on-fire essence of purpose and intention in your personal life.   http://www.janetconner.com

Christine, too, quoted Hafiz on occation and the poem she selected below gives us a glimpse of her acceptance of the “impermanence of the body”.

She posted these words on March 20, 2014 by dadirri7 — Christine completed her travels of this mysterious existence quite abruptly on July 2, 2014.

She wrote:

“More on life and death from Hafiz: do you like the idea of being simply “a midair flight of golden wine”? 

Deepening the Wonder  by Hafiz

Death is a favor to us,
But our scales have lost their balance.

The impermanence of the body
Should give us great clarity,
Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes

Of this mysterious existence we share
And are surely just traveling through.

If I were in the Tavern tonight,
Hafiz would call for drinks

And as the Master poured, I would be reminded
That all I know of life and myself is that

We are just a midair flight of golden wine
Between His Pitcher and His Cup.

If I were in the Tavern tonight,
I would buy freely for everyone in this world

Because our marriage with the Cruel Beauty
Of time and space cannot endure very long.

Death is a favor to us,
But our minds have lost their balance.

The miraculous existence and impermanence of Form
Always makes the illuminated ones
Laugh and Sing.

(from The Subject Tonight Is Love, poems of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

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My last words on Napkinwriter from Christine were posted on June 28, 2014,  five days before she passed in response to my post on our 3 day family vacation on Mackinac Island in early June.

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Just for the Family Record, June 28, 2014 archives

what a fabulous holiday Sue, I loved the butterfly house, and the pic of you three in rain gear … truly such fun and love to remember!

 

We entered into our friendship through words…blogging…..and our hearts met across time and space, her in Australia, me in Michigan;

Through the permanence of words, we now transcend the impermanence of the body.

I remember the fun and love of our friendship.

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