Monday, May 26, 2014

Beyond Fear

Today I took a step away from fear, and into nature. I moved close, closer than before, to the flowers and trees that were here before I arrived at this house, and I tried to create art with my camera.

Letting go of fear and tuning into God, I found that the honey bees buzzing around the rhododendrons were peaceful, busy, and not interested in stinging me. I also found that being outside in nature let me step beyond the world I most often live in, the world inside my mind. It was so refreshing to appreciate the up close beauty of God's creation. This little experience reminded me of what it was like to be a child who observed ant hills with curious, loving eyes and skipped inside with pretty dandelions to set in water.

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Here are the photos I took:











If there is something you feel afraid to do but know would be good for you, can you take a small step with God toward that very thing?

Monday, May 19, 2014

The Most Beautiful Thing You've Seen Today



This one began as a photograph of my backyard and evolved into a digital painting.

I am really in love with this maple tree, and I like to imagine that if it could talk it would say it loved me, too, hehe. This spring I've been noticing so much beauty around!

What is the most beautiful thing you've seen today?

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Garden Novice, A Pretty Discovery

It is my first spring in a new house, and it is so exciting to see flowers that were planted before I got here springing up beautifully. I'm not sure what these flowers are, any ideas? I've never gardened before, but it will be something to look forward to as I learn more about it in time for the next planting season.


Interior work will proceed in the meantime,
and a new header design on the blog is on its way.

Have a lovely weekend!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

A Pair of Flower Poems

Home

As I am hurried up
the Wall Street
subway stairs,

in the first flash
of sun

so much depends upon
the pink daisy
tucked

in the woman's hair
dark as my own.

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After Winter

Everyday walking
becomes bouyantly
pattering footsteps.
He holds up
a surprise present:
purple bowing wild flowers,

and from within
strong growth rings,
tightly rolled
silky secret love
unfurls,

a faint grape wine aroma
nearer than I knew.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Like Grass

photo by me
There is a time for truth and a time for playfulness and possibility. What if we could trust our imagination? We would not solve and master all the mysteries we met, but through our faith in God, we'd sway and dance like blades of grass on a windy evening in His great, comforting wind.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Some Morning, I Will Awaken

photo by me
 Some morning 
I will awaken
 from a dream 
simple enough
to wholly
remember

Monday, April 28, 2014

Blog Hop for All Creative Writers

photo by me
A good friend of mine, Vila Gingerich invited me to participate in a blog hop for creative writers. A blog hop is a way to gain new readership, and although it might be nice, blog hops have little to do with bunny rabbits, awww :'(! This one is about how we as writers work.

Last week, Vila posted about her writing process here. What I really like about her work for young readers is how she expresses in a light, entertaining voice the realistic challenges and comforts in this life.

More about Vila:

Vila Gingerich grew up reading and dreaming about life beyond her Mennonite community in Midwest, USA. For the last six years she’s lived in Eastern Europe, where she writes, reads, and—yes—wonders what’s happening back in the USA.

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And now it's my turn to tell you a little about my writing process.

What am I working on?

I am working on feeling free in my creativity during this dark, barren time. As I rest from my striving, I am working on inviting Christ into my writing life through playful, devotional journaling.

Besides the handwritten journaling, I am reading the novel, Silas Marner by George Eliot and am touched by this story of the miserly, old-looking, harmless hermit and the little golden-haired child that wanders into his home.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I feel a big change about to occur in my fiction writing life, so I will have to skip this question. I've written mostly adult fiction and some childrens' fiction and have to say I enjoy fiction with Christian values for young adults and older adults the best, but I don't know exactly what I will choose to write when and if I return to public fiction writing to be able to tell you how it is different from others in its genre.

Why do I write what I do?

Why do I write in personal journals? Because I like to be able to string together words on paper to form prayers and to have records of them to reread and possibly share in some revised version later on. Because I like the feeling of my pen sweeping across paper as I write my cursive letters. I think most clearly with a pen in my hand and keys beneath my fingers. And I love blogging because it is comforting and fulfilling to connect with other writers and readers, to share ideas and just to have that writerly company.

How does my writing process work?

With a candle lit at my desk (mmm vanilla!) and possibly a porcelain cup, brimming with some delicious tea, atop a matching saucer. Inspiring music—either folk songstress ladies that my husband finds spooky, or meditative new age, or TaizĂ© music, Hammock, or Beethoven. First comes a great tickling desire to slide open my desk drawer and lift out my pretty journal, and then the minutes whoosh by as I release my observations and imaginings onto its lines. Sometimes I leave the desk so dazed and lulled by my words that the desk drawer knob catches my sweater pocket and will not let me go!

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It would be great if you joined me in this blog hop.

If you'd like, post your own answers to the questions and place a link to Blush of Dawn in your post: http://blushofdawn.blogspot.com.

Happy hopping!

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Weeping May Endure for a Night, but Joy Comes in the Morning


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It feels to me like morning as I begin again.

After the long dark season, a joyous one will begin at last, I know it.

Joy comes like a doe with quiet footfalls and breezes by like a cherry blossom aroma.

My darling Jesus arises. Mary Magdalene weeps for her Lord who she believes had been taken away, and she doesn't know it is him beside her until he says, "Mary." His tone must have been sweet, and it is warm and unladen now with all of our names. Can you hear him?

During weeping moments, we don't know joy is on its way, but there it is, do you see it? Our Lord is not daydreaming ahead, aloof at the bend of the road. Jesus said "Mary," and his Spirit encircles us now.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Dear Author

Click to read my final thoughts on Mrs. Poe on Goodreads.

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Today's offering is a letter, one I hope will be an encouragement to fiction writers:

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Dear Author,

Do not worry that your premises are ordinary or your plots are too predictable. If I like your voice, you can write almost any story you love, and I and many others will love it too. Let your art be fully you. The books I cherish are soul-friends. They are imperfect, quiet, true companions.

Love,
 Jade