Art – Goddess Series

Been fiddling with my WP Website this morning. Uploaded 3 paintings to a new page, but I can’t figure how to do a stacked menu for other categories. So wish I could afford a webmaster, and I am so struggling. Happy Monday y’all 

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Summer has arrived

Well hell; I will miss nature coming thru my open window. The day has arrived. The temperature has reached summer. Up til now, the open doors and windows have kept my apt cool and comfy. But today I came home to a sauna.

Much as I hate to close it up and close out the sounds of the birds and breezes in the trees it’s time.

I closed all my windows, balcony and kitchen doors and turned on the ancient central air conditioners in this old place. Hate the droning hum of it, but I hate to be hot and sweaty more.

I’ll sleep in comfort, but no longer hear the distant sound of passing trains nor wake to birdsong right out side my bedroom window or the errant rainstorm when it comes or much of anything from the outside world.

I’ve reminded Jazzmine where her kitty door is in the window of my studio. Probably unnecessary, but she is older and hasn’t needed it in some time.
Summer is not my favorite season. Give me Fall, Winter and Spring. After y’all.

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Genie – Until Next Time

Continuity

miles and miles i’ve
come
some walked
many run
alone and not too
and with you i’d walked
but just a few
but there was something
familiar in the pace
my mind recalls that
gentle face
somewhere, somewhen
my friend
we’d walked in step
before
and somewhere, somewhen
we’ll fall in step again
and share a few
miles more

© Perle Champion

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Oddly Opalescent Opaleye

It’s national poetry month, and as I’m too busy on other projects just now to write new poems. I’m posting some from past years. #‪#‎NationalPoetryMonth‬

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Day 17 of Blogging from A to Z.  Today’s letter is O

Oddly Opalescent Opaleye

opalescent eyes
reflect fresh blood stains upon
nature’s own buffet

© Perle Champion

So many of todragon 22day’s myths were once legend, and I wonder if they have a basis in some ancient past.  I wonder if real dragons once roamed the earth.  Did the story of dragons begin with the sighting of dinosaurs? Did the story get passed down through oral history through the generations?  We’ll never know for sure, but I choose to believe that in some way they once shared our earth.


The Opaleye is a medium-sized dragon, often weighing 2-3 tonnes. It was iridescent, pearly scales and pupil-less eyes that match, making it widely known as the most beautiful dragon around. It is not incredibly aggressive and produces a scarlet flame. Opaleyes prefer to eat sheep.* http://www.hp-lexicon.org/bestiary/dragons.html

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Walkabout Fringe Benefits

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“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” – Whitman

Most of my friends know I try to go Walkabout every morning at or a little before sunrise. It’s an unplugged walk of 3-5 miles.  The above quote by Whitman is as true for me as it was for him, but I don’t think anyone would hear those ‘melodious thoughts’ with the interference of earphones.  There’s enough noise in the world.

My personal fringe benefit list.Hazy urban sunrise

Nature is all around. As I live in an old neighborhood, there are trees everywhere inhabited by all manner of creature. There are old houses (the once gated Glen Iris Park’s homes date from the late 1800’s to the early 1900’s); old and new apartments (my 4-plex dates to 1938); various chain and local stores (I love the old Wilson’s now run by a lovely Indian family…

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Why, why, why…

This is from an old journal entry as valid today as on that other sad day.
Sad commentary that I have occasion to ask the same question time and again,  year after year. “We always ask why. There is no answer good enough. There is no reasonable, rational reason for the events of this day.”  hands on face drawing
Why?
I want to know what madness is,
and where its edges and beginnings are.
what path does a twisted mind travel
that can explain taking pride
in the slaying of innocents
what slight was so great that
it warrants wanton murder…

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Birthdays

Wrote this poem when I celebrated my first quarter century birthday in 1974. The drawing came later.  Although  I’ll be celebrating all week, today’s the actual day and I’m enjoying an Irish coffee of sorts at my desk watching the steady rain outside my window.   pic passages

Walkabout Fringe Benefits

“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” – Whitman

Most of my friends know I try to go Walkabout every morning at or a little before sunrise. It’s an unplugged walk of 3-5 miles.  The above quote by Whitman is as true for me as it was for him, but I don’t think anyone would hear those ‘melodious thoughts’ with the interference of earphones.  There’s enough noise in the world.

My personal fringe benefit list.Hazy urban sunrise

Nature is all around. As I live in an old neighborhood, there are trees everywhere inhabited by all manner of creature. There are old houses (the once gated Glen Iris Park’s homes date from the late 1800’s to the early 1900’s); old and new apartments (my 4-plex dates to 1938); various chain and local stores (I love the old Wilson’s now run by a lovely Indian family and Western Market is open 24-7) and then there’s the University.

The University campus if it can be called that begins just 2 blocks from my home.  Actually it encompasses a large part of the city. There are a myriad of sculptures gracing the front of their many buildings, so another fringe benefit is the art. I love photographing them in all kinds of weather and all times of day.  My right pocket carries my IPhone for pictures.  And then there’s the Muse.

IMG_8716The Muse walks with me often, whispering in my ear lest I miss some of the tree’s melodious thoughts.  My left pocket carries a small spiral pad with a pen clipped to it.  If you think walking while texting is dicey, try writing.  It’s a good thing I walk early and the foot traffic is minimal (a few joggers, dog walkers).  I do stop here and there and sit on a porch stoop, wall or the occasional bench when necessary.

Health is the final and I’d say most important benefit of my morning Walkabout.  There’s no doubt that walking daily keeps me sounder of body, mind and spirit than I would otherwise be.  If I miss a day or two I feel the loss on many levels.mini notebook

Tomorrow, I turn 67 and thinking I’ll actually park by Golden Temple and begin my
Walkabout there and head for the string of parks along Highland (haven’t been there in a while).  Might stop in at Starbucks on the corner before driving back home.

Later y’all.

Happy National Hat Day

IMG_5197perle in snow 3perle snow 2014 -Happy National Hat Day.

I have many hats. Some are plain functional; some are fashion statements. But whether functional or fashionable, all hats serve a woman living in the South. The southern sun will bake you to leather if you don’t take care.

Functional hats: Most people call them baseball hats. When I lived in Texas, we called them gimme hats, because most of them were free handouts with various company logos – gimme one of those please. I’ve never bought a one and I own many.

Not my favorite hat, but they are useful in my life. They shield me on my morning 5-mile walkabout from the sun’s summer rays, falling acorns and pinecones, and from the errant bird relieving itself from a tree branch or on the fly. I’ve worn them on the tennis court, playing water volleyball, Frisbee golf, gardening and more. They not only shield me from the sun, but just as important, they keep my wild naturally curly hair in check.

Fashion and function: My battered Fedora gets the most compliments, but it serves me well in winter. It keeps my head warm, protects me from the winter sun. And, as I hate umbrellas, it and my London Fog take the brunt of rainy days. Berets and Boggans are for the coldest winter days when the sun rises late and walkabout is over while it’s a hint on the horizon, and when the sun sets early and I have places to go.perle hatted 22

So much of life in the south takes place outside: barbeques, weddings, receptions, fairs, Doo-Dah Days, Art in the Park, Parades, and on and on. So, I have a selection of straw hats for summer wear; my outback vented canvass hat; and I have fancy hats for weddings and dressy parties.

I am grateful to a lady I met when I was very young. I’ve long ago forgotten her name, but not her words, “Take good care of that pretty face. Clean it well, moisturize and above all else, wear a hat to protect it from the sun.”

Yes ma’am. I’ve been hatted ever since.

 

My One Word Resolution

My one word resolution for 2016 is Persistence.

I rarely wait until New Year’s Day to decide what one word I will choose to inform my actions through the coming year.  I begin on Solstice – darkest night. It is when the new year begins to me as we the wheel turns minute into the light and spring and rebirth.  I feel hopeful and full of the possibility that like nature, I too can begin again, be renewed, and choose new paths.

I light my candles, recite my small mantra (aka spell) and sit and sip and ponder the past.  I drew a card from the major arcana of my Tarot deck.  I spoke volumes about my current moment and showed so many possibilities.

Long story short my One Word is Persistence.

Why? Simple as I sat and looked back at 2015 I saw the myriad of projects started but never finished. Paintings in varying stages of completion, but not yet done; Essays – ditto; blogs – ditto; and query letters for a completed children’s picture book – ditto.

And so I chose Persistence.  I’m not going to do everything all at once.  I started by taking the Painting-a-Day Challenge for January.  I will paint one new painting every day of January and complete one unfinished one from my archive.

I will post one Blog a week – that’s easy as I write in my journal on a daily basis and it’s just a matter of transcribing an edited version for publication.

I’ve taken the following quote – one of my all-time favorites and posted it above my desk.  I paired it with a photo I took long ago of a flower growing in the middle of a sidewalk blooming where it was planted.

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