A few years ago,
i came across something on the net called black out poetry.
It's basically using text in newspapers,
or magazines or books,
and hiding (or blacking out) the words you don't need
for the creation of your own masterpiece poem. :-)
You can see a sample here...
I began this journal page last night
thinking about black out poems...
only my poem ended up being loose words
just scattered across the page
And the text i chose happened to be
from a boring article about finances.
Still - i managed to find a few choice words in there.
The purple bird just kinda happened
when i began to contour a few leaves
and saw the shape of a bird.
Well, ok, i kinda made it into the shape of a bird.
This is a photo i took this morning, in natural light.
What a difference it makes, huh?
These colors are much closer to reality,
although the leaves are a punchier lime green.
And speaking of green...
let's talk money for a minute.
I read a lot,
although i've never been interested in books like these.
But this morning at the book store,
this one caught my eye
and practically jumped off the shelf and into my hands.
Published in 1937 - before it was even cool to be rich. :-)
I was raised to believe
that money is the root of all evil,
that money can't buy happiness
that those who seek wealth are selfish,
that real wealth is found
in a kind heart
rather than a full bank account.
I suspect i was raised this way
because we had no money.
I believe the greatest thing about having money
is being able to share it.
Being able to use it somehow
to inspire others
to reach their potential...
to realize their own dreams.
And one by one,
make the world a better place.
Maybe I'm naive to think this way -
but i know that in the end, i'd feel better about my life
knowing that I had lived it with an open heart,
rather than hoarding everything to myself.
Hoarding anything is unhealthy.