Sunday, August 30, 2020

Elsewhere Apparently


Elsewhere Apparently

Link to spoken word. Click here.


Elsewhere Apparently

More frequently I find myself safe and sound 
with here and now … on purpose
Look about and breathe

Elsewhere apparently. Could have fooled me 

Resting and recuperating from excessive internal 
and external explanations, demanding descriptions, 
and definitions, of everything that is not - apparently
- here and now

Content, happy, and satisfied enough with this 
self life story; multi-dimensional, eternal, ephemeral. 
Here again, here again, now, now, now.

Elsewhere apparently. Could have fooled me

And you? How I would love to sit with you and see 
your smiling eyes, go for the giggle and guffaw, 
you know how we do.

To see your favorite color. Hear your long full name. 
Smell, touch, taste, the stories of your many 
collections; people, places, things …. that

Elsewhere apparently. Could’ve fooled me

Editing the ending: How I would love to sit with you, 
simplifies to: I love you, and as you and I fall away,
there is little left but love - here again, now.

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David L White
August 30 - Sept. 19, 2020
Sunday forever poem




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Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Trifles and palettes

 Stand up art on scored and folded 140# Canson. I call them Trifles. They mail in an A2 envelope. I’m expanding my new Daniel Smith Essentials into a Mijello Fusion as well as a John Pike Big Well palette.




Sunday, August 23, 2020

Guided Hug Meditation

 Hi. My name is David L White.

Glad to be here with you. 

More, if you wish, at David L White .ORG


I’d like to share two minutes with you… 

We are collecting three memories to share 

over three breaths or a minute - whatever feels best.

You are safe and sound in the here and now, yes?


Wonderful. Relax. Feel your breath. 

Feel your chest rise and fall. 

Let your shoulders drop.


Bring to mind a time of great joy.

Smile at the memory.

Smiling, feel your eyebrows and forehead loosen. Relax.

If you feel safe you may close your eyes if you wish. 

To your memory of joy add a time of awesome wonder or beauty.


Gentle breath.


And Love. Remember love? Remember great love? Oh, my my.

Deep and gentle, we are going to take three full breaths in and out.

Pull your tummy at the end of exhale for more room to inhale. 

At the peak of inhalation, remember the joy, the wonder, and the love.


Exhaling, one at a time, let the memory melt down slowly throughout your entire body.

Three wonderful memories shared over three breaths.

I am done talking now for a minute. 

Let's begin.



Thanks. I feel better already.

Call it what you will; energy work, healing, etc.

Thanks for the hug.


Many Blessings,

David L White

www.davidlwhite.org


P.S. "This recipe works better with a pinch of love.” 



Saturday, August 22, 2020

Vase Face Bookmarks

 An A2 Trifle, trim to bookmarks 5" x 2.125"

Pencil, watercolor markers, 110# index



Scout Lake afternoon

If I’m careful
(care full)

I can pretend the
traffic on Loomis
sounds like surf

Love the sun breeze
cue the salt spray

Already it’s 
departure 
time and ...

I don’t know what
to do with the 
airport
yet

…………

David L White
poem
August 21, 2020
Scout Lake Park


Sunday, August 16, 2020

Santorini Trifles

Santorini Trifles


Santorini trifles,

linger on a paper beach, 

while blades soar aloft, 

swooping down for 

tourist crumbs.


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Poem w/pic

David L White

August 16 2020



Saturday, August 8, 2020

Anniversary

Thursday, August 6th, was our 32nd.

We started out at the Sprecher Brewing company holding the annual Root Beer Flotilla and ended up in Port Washington 30 minutes north of MKE.

Lake. Quiet. Lots of parks. Food. Quirky shops -  in case someday we’re willing to shop.

We were out 5 hours. So far from normal. Wonderful.

Neither one of us could think of any spot along the MKE lakefront that was so peaceful.

The real beauty was the lack of crowds. We took books, note paper, paints - didn't do any of it. Just sat and blissed out.

We’re going back. Time away. Desperately needed.

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Sunday, August 2, 2020

Trifle Defined

Dear Trifle
A love note, 
folded to stand, 
forever in our 
heartmind,
eternal ephemeral, 
art and garbage.

Love,

August the Tooth

Before I jump in a puddle 
with the pigment I need 
to rig my jigs. 
Wonderful Sunday morning.


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part poem
8/2/2020



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