For Your Inspiration Friday : The Week-End Edition

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Shine like the whole universe is yours.

Rumi

 

If I don’t have red, I use blue.

Pablo Picasso

 

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.

CS Lewis

 

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.

Henry Ford

 

Believe you can and you’re halfway there.

Theodore Roosevelt

 

If it scares you, it might be a good thing to try.

Seth Godin

 

Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it’s something you design for the present.

Jim Rohn

 

Nothing is impossible. The word itself says, ‘I’m possible’!

Audrey Hepburn

 

The things we love tell us what we are.

Thomas Aquinas

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An Introduction To October’s Halloween Prompts

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Tomorrow begins thirty-one days of the howlingest good times to be had.

On Sisters In The Shadows, you will find stories, poetry, art, and who knows what else, every single day…sometimes several offerings per day…but always every day a little something….

But here, on this blog, we will be taking you on a more … psychedelic journey.  A journey of creepy and scary and cute.

Duncan and I sat talking one day during the summer, because, I am telling you, Halloween is THE topic in our house, all year long…and we decided that it would be freaky to take cute things…and make them scary…maybe it’s the zombie bunny refrigerator magnet we have that sparked this discussion…

But…there’s our theme for this year: Creepy Scary Cute.

Each day, I will present to you a simple mundane prompt.

You can :

write about it

draw about it

paint about it

sew about it

cook and/or bake about it

weave about it

rave about it

create a movie about it

scream about it

knit about it

crochet about it

create a monument about it

dance about it

 

Whatever you want to do with this prompt, go with it, go for it…and please, link back to us and share it, if you are so inclined…

Enjoy …

For Your Inspiration Friday

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Try to be a rainbow for someone’s cloud.

Maya Angelou

 

If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.

Milton Berle

 

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Stephen Chbosky

 

No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.

Robin Williams

 

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Edith Wharton

Still Pondering…

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My daughter’s boyfriend has asked me to go back on facebook because he wants to friend me and follow me…

So–I am wondering.

If I do go back on…what is the benefit for me…because all I will do…because I have actually given this a great deal of thought…is have whatever else I use…like instagram and pinterest and this blog…autopost.  I have no intention nor inclination of interacting with anyone on there.  The only people I plan to friend are people I know who would like to find all the pics of the kids and whatnot in one place…

What is the benefit of it for me?

I have a linkedin for a similar reason…and I don’t do anything on there now that I have set up my profile…and I don’t think I have anything linked to autopost there or anything.  I mostly ignore its existence…and although I glance at the emails I get from linkedin suggesting contacts, I don’t follow through because I have no plans nor desire to be active on that site.

I am still pondering facebook…I will let you know what I decide, if and when I do…

 

From Eclipse To Equinox…

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WIP

A post shared by Tabitha Low (@theknittingjourneyman) on

 

This is the unfinished piece — she still has a bit of work to be done before I call her done.

I sketched her out at the Eclipse…I painted her out on the Equinox.

This feels like ME…this feels like my work…and that makes me happy

It…The Book…

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In 1986, Stephen King published a book called It.

I was fourteen years old.

My father brought home a hard-bound edition and, like every other book in the house, I had to read it.

Over the course of a single weekend, I read that entire book.

It was not a small book then; it is not a small book now.

My father just sent me a new, now paperback, copy of that very same book, so I will have something to read while I recover from my surgery…

It sat there for a day before it was too much for me.  Even though I am reading it slowly, taking my time, not trying to devour and hog it as I did when I was fourteen, I am still way deep into the book.

I do not think, even at the rate I am currently reading, that I will have any of it left to read by Wednesday evening, once I am home…

It, as it was from the beginning, from the first time I touched it, is an engrossing, consuming book.

I read it once, when I was fourteen.  I never touched that book again.  I didn’t need to.  It is not a book I needed to read and reread to remember…I remember every detail, clearly, from then, now at forty-five…every word, every phrase, every scene, all indelibly etched into my psyche…

Mr. King terrified me way back then, with more than just Pennywise, but it was always a good terror, the kind I loved to return to, again and again.

Pennywise, he never made me feel that way.

A month or two ago, we were in a book store, the whole family, and I heard my husband tell our youngest to watch … and the man began to approach me with one of those kitschy little four or six inch vinyl dolls…this one was a Pennywise doll.  As my husband moved forward, towards me, I started edging backward, away from The Clown, until I couldn’t go any further.

That is how deeply embedded in my brain Pennywise is.

I never look into a drain in any sink.  All of my children are very wary around sewer grates because I made them very wary…and I always check the sewer grates and drains, always, to this day, expecting to see a red balloon floating against the wind…or maybe even a yellow rain slicker…

I picked up the book–I have not seen any movie of It–and I expected to drop into it, reading it and finding parts that I had forgotten.  I had looked forward to those moments of, oh yeah, I had forgotten that…

That is NOT what is happening.

As I read, I sink into the story, I slink back into Derry…and I wonder yet again, how to get away from that Clown, once and for all…

But it never happens…because once Pennywise is in there, in your mind, He never leaves.  He slowly feasts upon you for the rest of eternity, or so I suppose…

I have never seen one of the movies. Yet…this time around…I watched the first preview of the new movie…the one where Georgie meets the Clown…and in that preview…long weeks before my father sent me the book…that preview triggered the original horror and fear in me so badly…I don’t really want to see the movie…because I don’t think I’d ever be able to sleep without a blankie, a stuffed animal, and the lights on … for the rest of my life…

And that is a testament to Mr. Stephen King and his Talent…however, due to the fact that Pennywise has scared the begeebers out of me for so long…I might just have to smack the man when I meet him…just because I can bypass a gypsy curse…or I can look a dog in the eye and be afraid, but keep moving on…or I can wish I was Charlie McGee all I want…but I will never shake Pennywise or the fear of Him…so maybe a hug, a handshake…and a nut tap to be honest … but it would be worth it…but then again, maybe Mr King is haunted by Pennywise as well…so maybe I should skip the nut tap and hand the man a bunch of red balloons and walk away and let It take its course.