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Test of Time

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Shale-wrapped fossil

Encloses delicate fern,

Fleeting beauty pressed forever in stone.

While glaciers froze and thawed,

While kingdoms rose and fell,

This rock lay silent and still,

embracing its heart’s treasure,

waiting to be gently tapped open,

met with Christmas morning oohs and ahs,

its quiet beauty preserved for eternity:

the gift of eons.

 

By Kerry Vincent © 1982

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September 17, 2008 at 2:33 am

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My Mother’s Hands

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(Response to Hands Prompt)

My Mother’s hands were never soft and scented. 

Mom was always a hard worker, and her hands told her story. 

Today, her hands tell another story.

 

I remember Mom’s hands, red and raw, scalded by the dishwater.

I remember Mom’s hands, caked with dirt from the garden, her nails rimmed black.

I remember Mom’s hands, quick and sure, peeling potatoes for her famous potato salad.

I remember Mom’s hands, cold and bony, touching my cheek to prove to me how cold it was outside.

I remember Mom’s hands, sharp and hard, like her sudden slaps.

 

Mom’s hands are no longer rough and worn.

Her papery skin looks like vellum,

But is soft like velvet.

Her left is paralyzed, claw-like.

Mom can still feed herself,

Write some, scrub a little.

Now Mom has to ask for help.

I know she hates that,

She who was always

so independent and strong.

It took a stroke for Mom to have soft hands.

 

Today I am very grateful for my rough, red hands,

Still strong and capable.

 

© 2008 Kerry Vincent

 

 

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September 4, 2008 at 5:53 pm

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writing prompt – hands

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            We use our hands every day, to hold a pen, brush, needle, camera, garden trowel, glasscutter, or computer mouse.  Our hands enable us to create, reach out, touch, help, heal, stroke, work, caress, pinch, pull, hold a baby, make a fist, fold in prayer, cook a meal, make a living, craft a work of art, interpret for the deaf.  We hold hands with those we love and shake hands with those we meet.  Sometimes hands are soft and smooth; sometimes they are worn, gnarled, twisted in pain.  We experience the world through our hands.

            Think about hands – yours, your mother or father’s, your child’s hands.  Describe them, paint them, be thankful for them.  What would you do without them?  Did you ever break your hand or a finger?  How did that affect you?  Try writing with your non-dominant hand.  Wonder at the dexterity, and ingenuity of the opposable thumb.  Read you palm, or someone else’s.  We value things that are made by hand – why?  If you were going to tattoo your hand, that you see and show to others every day, what would you have inked?   When we say something is in good hands – what do we mean?

            Write, draw, collage, paint, or photograph something to do with hands.  Post it at www.pythiangames.wordpress.com.  This is a “hands-on” experience!

Kerry Vincent (c) 2008

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September 3, 2008 at 5:55 pm

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ATCs – with a little help from my friends

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from left to right, top to bottom:

Fairy Bright – with background by my nephew Dakota – and ideas from the SFC folk – text says “fairy light, fairy bright, first magic I see tonight”

Another one to honor the Were Pen – reads “Kerry Inkslinger”

Go Green – for my daughter the locovore

Look through this hole…

Casablanca, of course!

vintage Halloween greeting:  May yuou be as lucky as this little kitty, to be held in the arms of someone so pretty”

from Kerry (C) 2008

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August 16, 2008 at 2:56 pm

New ATCs

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Yesterday I took my niece Micah and nephew Dakota to our first ATC class.  These are the ones I did.  The one with the sepia tone says “This is my good side – DON”T cross it.”

The one with the John Atkinson Grimshaw “Fairy of the Night” Dakota did the background for using pastels.  I think it needs a name or quote or something to finish it – any great ideas out there in SFC land?

Kerry 2008

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August 11, 2008 at 2:17 am

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Everything I Needed to Know…

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Many years ago, I wrote this homage to breastfeeding moms.  I thought I’d share it with you.  (I dug it out for a new mom friend of mine.) Please note:  I sold the copyright to a group of nurses 12 years ago, so do not reproduce for financial reasons, though I doubt they’d mind if you gave a copy to a friend or family member.  Kerry

breastfeeding

breastfeeding

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July 17, 2008 at 12:30 am

from Medicine bag prompt

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            Things are better now, so I don’t keep one anymore.  Don’t feel the need for it these days.  But awhile back, it was a life-saver, literally.  I called it my “in-case-I-wanna-die” bag.

            I was going through some hard times, in deep therapy, not sure if anything good would ever happen to me again.  My therapist would end a session saying, “Hang on, kiddo,” and “Do something nice for yourself this week.”  Sometimes, when I was feeling suicidal, it took all my effort just to sit there on the bedroom floor and not do anything self-destructive.  So to distract myself, I created a special activity bag.  It kept me occupied until the black mood passed.

            I went through a couple different pretty gift bags over a couple of years.  I filled them up with favorite things – ink pens, journals, favorite perfumes, photos of people and animals I loved, postcards from museums I’d visited, books that made me smile again, like “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” and “The Book of Weird”.  It was evidence I compiled that there had been some good days in my life, even if I wasn’t having a good day right then.  Remembering happier times helped me to hang on.  I’d sniff the Silver Rose scent and be reminded of a lovely bed and breakfast stay the year before, see the pictures of my kids, that I did not want to have to find me if I “did something drastic”, and be scarred for life…I’d re-read sweet thoughts in pretty cards friends had given me.  Often it was just empty journal pages I could bleed ink all over until the pressure subsided.

            I’ve had smaller versions since.  I used to carry a medicine bag, a petite version of my “In-case-I-wanna-die” bag.  It held an acorn from the ancient oak in my grandma’s yard, a symbol of her strength and perseverance, an ID badge from visiting the Metropolitan Museum in New York City, a lock of my partner’s hair, a souvenir coin my son and I made years ago, a sugar cube from Les Deux Magots in Paris…These things symbolized sources of power and strength for me…

            Like a toddler who relinquishes her security blanket strip by strip, I am down to carrying just one stone with me.  It is painted with my spirit animal, Coyote.  I am looking within and finding my own strength, and taking good care of myself.

 

kerry, (c) 2008

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July 1, 2008 at 8:16 pm