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Art Reflection for Advent: Week 2

may_we_with_willing_feet“As with Gladness, Men of Old” was written by William Chatterton Dix. This phrase comes from the second stanza. While there isn’t a ton of information about Mr. William, we do know the hymn was penned during the season of Epiphany.

This photo is part of a series I created for Advent. Advent is a time to pause. To slow down and look forward to future events

With wonder.
With Joy.
With hope.
And receive mercy.

Here is the full second stanza of “As with Gladness, Men of Old”:

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5 Ways Creative Cross-Training Can Improve Your #Writing #WriteTip

watercolor_old_fishermanAthletes train by spending grueling hours preparing for their sports. One way they do this is by cross-training.

We can do the same with writing.

Despite hours languishing in front of the keyboard, intense word sprints, or writing exercises, another way to exercise the writing muscles is to participate in another form of creative activity.

I find painting indispensable for my writing. And writing valuable for painting. They fuel each other.watercolor_Nebula_II

But how can creative cross-training be helpful?

By training your brain to function in ways also applicable to writing:

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Winged Princess #poem #poetry

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Original photo found here: http://goo.gl/yfLct

I’m experimenting with putting up poetry instead of fiction today (obviously). Feel free to riot as you please.

I wrote this after a boring lunch meeting in Breckenridge, CO. Beautiful place. And they have great burgers for a ski town. A child wandered around outside in a princess dress. I thought, This lunch would be much more interesting if everyone wore costumes. And, I want to be Tinker Bell. 

I don’t remember if there was an actual swing. Just the princess dress. Anyway, that’s the backstory:

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How the Milky Way Makes You Feel Alive

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I’ve always wanted to paint the Milky Way. So when Michaels had a crazy canvas sale and I found this goodie for half-price, I knew I had my chance to paint it.

We spent an entire afternoon scraping paint out of our faux-wood floors after I finished flinging stars. (In my defense, not all of it was my mess. A massive glop or three belonged to the hubster.)

I felt so alive when I plopped in front of the starry canvas.

Why do I bring this up?

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