Give me breath,
golden thread
Stitch this life,
mend all strife
Rolling hills,
heart be still
Untouched blue,
freedom’s hue

Lady’s View, Ring of Kerry, Ireland
Photo by: c.b.w. 2009

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Special thanks to Hannah Gosselin, who inspired me to turn to nature for this week’s Sunday Abroad. Stop by her blog, Metaphors and Smiles to read some of her beautiful poetry.

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c.b.w. 2014



What does the present owe to the past?

A few good stories or wisdom passed down.

In return, relics collect dust and lead an empty existence.

Archaic clay and pigment hold the past by a thread.

Anxious eyes look forward and forget.

The old becomes priceless, but for misguided reasons.

Wisdom is not for sale, nor is the link to those who came before us.

To forget them is a crime. To render them useless in a sin.

The spirit of now brings together two ends of a landscape.

A stilled vessel breathes again when given a chance.

Those anchored to the past fail to see today’s light.

Those looking to what has yet to come miss obvious joy.

Time is infinite and boldly hued.

To let go is to see all that’s possible.

Ai Weiwei – Colored Vases 2007-2010
Han Dynasty vases dipped in Japanese industrial paint.

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Words by c.b.w. 2013

Photograph captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?”

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c.b.w. 2013



Where to end . . .

1 of 3: Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn
Ai Weiwei 1995

Do we protect the past? Conserve what was in order to understand what is?

Molded by ancient hands, crafted with skill and powered by expression. Painted with both imagination and rules of design. Created with purpose.

Shall it remain in stasis, revered as a portal to a time and place that no longer exists?

A bold act . . .

2 of 3: Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn
Ai Weiwei 1995

Can we let go? Roots reach back and anchor a mindset. This we treasure as lessons learned, but the strings remain attached and grow taut. Are they the warp and weft of a safety net or the threads of a noose?

There is order in boundaries, rules, and ethics. Some mistaken comfort as freedom.

Release the ledger of what has come to pass and leave a blank page of infinite possibilities.

Where to begin . . .

3 of 3: Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn
Ai Weiwei 1995

Fragments mark a fragile break. Tradition, filial piety, and honored antiquity lay shattered at the feet of the living. Dust settles in the breath of the present. Not forgotten, just released.

Courageous or cowardly? Expression or defacement?

Innovative? Tragic?

Do we break what has already been broken, establish anew, or redefine as a whole?

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Words by c.b.w. 2013

Photographs captured at an exhibition entitled, “Ai Weiwei: According to What?”

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c.b.w. 2013

Scribble Diary: Week 4


This week’s Scribble Diary page, has me tracking background noise and playing with the idea of saying something important.  With a month of pages completed, I can honestly say my perspective has changed for the better. I notice things I never did before, which makes even the most mundane things explode with vibrancy.

Scribble Diary: Week 4

My favorite thing about this page is the small memo I wrote in response to the prompt,”something that needs to be said.” I’m a big believer that real freedom comes living to expectations we set for ourselves, rather than those set by others or society as a whole. The concept of what “success” means to Western Society has trapped so many into a life that leaves them feeling empty.  We must be brave enough to follow our own path and reap the joy that comes from living on our own terms.

On a lighter note, recording the background noise of my favorite writing spot was fun. I’ve always been very aware of the music playing the conversations going on, but I never noticed how many people slurped their coffee or tea.  It’s loud and it made me laugh!

As for coin flipping, I let a quarter decide whether I would brave to coat racks at Kohl’s or attempt cooking a meal that involves using the stove instead of the microwave. Heads won, so I steeled my self-confidence and went clothes shopping. I’m in the market for a wool, double-breasted, grey or black peacoat. This would probably be a lot easier if I wasn’t looking for a style that borders more on casual than formal. No such luck at Kohl’s!

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For more on The Scribble Diary: http://www.thescribblediary.com/

Stay inspired!

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c.b.w. 2012