The Never-Ending Games of Hide and Seek

I'm getting good at finding inspiration, it's motivation that's still such an illusive bastard. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

P.S. It's been a while, but here's another new Monday Muse Newsletter/Workshop - it's free as always. Happy creating!

The Dust Clouds Lead Somewhere Incredible

Adventure looks different for all of us - the important thing is that you make time for it. And occasionally listen to that part of you that giggles with mad glee "I want to try THAT!"

I went out into the world today looking for nuggets of history, moments of peace, and most of all that mad giggle. Tonight I'm going to rip and tear at paper, drink with some friends, and sleep the best sleep I've had in a long while. 

May such delights find you soon as well. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The World's Secrets Remain

The trees grow tallest when you love them from afar. Someday you'll appreciate the reminder. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

  Photo Credit:

Alex Penuelas

The Jacaranda Trees Were Wonderful

 

Appreciate the quiet days, the view from the window, the ease to breathing. It doesn't last and that's okay. But there's still so much beauty in the resting. 

-Sincerely,

Bluejay

P.S. I probably won't call tonight. I don't want to disrupt the peace. 

The Revelations Arrive Quietly

I keep breaking things and thinking nothing of it. Keep kicking at the rot and decay instead of actually cleaning it up. Keep setting fire to people and places who haven't really changed at all - they've just grown and with growing up comes more responsibility and less time. 

I'm so mad you can't find a moment to actually talk to me. But I have no right. And in some ways, neither do you. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

P.S. I broke my toe earlier this week. Isn't that funny?

The Rejections Bury Acceptance Offers

Opportunities exist freely and openly. Really they do. 

Sometimes, you just have to take the leap into the lake to see them. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Update You Didn't Know You Needed

I'm still sending postcards, still sharing art and poetry and well-wishes with everyone I possibly can. What are you doing these days though?

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Senryu Written by Someone Else

Support shows up in some pretty marvelous ways if only you'll open your eyes. Healing takes time, you know this, but she also hosts some of the best dinner parties I've ever been to if only you'll listen to the inspiration. And love lingers so close to brilliance if only you're willing to reach out. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

P.s. the senryu featured in this photograph was written by "Papa Ro"

The Late Afternoon Revivals

We raised $220 for charity, had breakfast at 5pm after sleeping and recovering, and there's community movie night tonight too. 

I have so many postcard poems coming your way. I hope some actual postcards arrive safely as well. 

Success looks different for everyone - but this weekend was definitely a win in my book. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Event Begins NOW

There's this thing called a "Poetry Marathon" - I'm hosting one today, it's starting right now actually. We'll be together for 24 hours. Bring your art, your stories, your sense of adventure and join us as we write, share, and cheer each other on. Whether you write one new poem or dozens, you're a winner. 

And you don't have to write despite the name. You can do one of anything for a set number of hours in a row. Paint. Doodle. Take photos. Build something. Bake something. Sing. Color. Scream. It's up to you. 

OR you can just revel in the buzz of pure free-flowing inspiration on a Saturday. TUNE IN HERE

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

Photo credit:

Zoe Baumann 

The First, Tenth, or Millionth Valentines Day

I haven't sent cards out to everyone yet. In case yours hasn't arrived yet: I love you. I'm thinking of you. Feel free to call anytime. 

There are so many ways to love, to celebrate, and to be there for each other. Don't get so caught up on the "right ways"

-M. Rene'

The Hidden Nature of the Artist

Today we wrote poems about art and I wept because I'll only ever be a poet. No matter how much I love to draw, paint, or aim the camera. We all have our strengths, I can't wait for you to discover yours. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Light Fades in and Out

The ideas that blink and blur (sometimes together, sometimes apart) - those are the ones you need to hold on to. They are the ones that come from the most genuine places. And while you won't be able to catch every single firefly on a summer evening, you won't be able to home every spark of inspiration. But you can still try. 

Like your best friend on a unicorn eating a cookie. Or a goblin holding a daisy. Or a collection of poetry explained only in footnotes. Or hate mail to everything you've never actually believed in. Keep creating, Darling.

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Aches and Bruises Never Really Leave Us

Oh Darling, I know today tried to kill you. I'm sorry for your loss and the complete bat shit insanity of that phrase and its overuse. But it must be said. And so must I love you. And I'm here for you. And thank God today didn't win you too. 

P.S. I'm sorry last week and the week before tried so hard to kill me too. But I'm here, really, I promise. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Intention is Everything

Sometimes you get out of bed for all the wrong reasons and every once in a while you stay in bed for them too. But you're human first and foremost. 

I did not get out of bed today, but I did write your postcards. 

They should arrive soon. 

Write back.

I miss you.

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Day is so much more than Football

 

We all need to be bold and bright from time to time. Consequences be damned. Raise that voice. Celebrate. Show up again and again, Babe. I'll support you every time. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Sparks Light Bigger Fires

Earlier this week a customer at the coffee shop thought my tattoo was a goblin with a daisy. I couldn't get that out of my head. To a stranger, would that really make more sense than a ghost with a sunflower? Then I realized, you might make a great home for a goblin with a daisy. And you (someone else) might be a fabulous canvas for a banshee with a lily. And you (someone else still) could be a fantastic space for an angel with a rose. And eventually, we could be an entire garden of mythical beings and flowers. Telling individual stories and one big collective tale all at once. I don't think he meant it that way, but it's such a beautiful thing to imagine. 

Would you like to get semi-matching tattoos with me?

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

Artist Credit:

Camelia Rose

The Year of the Snake Could be Literal

Maybe this will be the year I finally stop pulling myself apart at the seams. The year that I finally stop shedding at every inconvenience. The year I mend my own clothes and glue the tea pot back together. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Goblin with Daisies Makes Sense Now

Take comfort wherever you can find it. Tell the world to fuck off for a day or two every now and then. Smile at the weird and random every time you see it. Some days feel like the end of everything - and you'll ask yourself if maybe this is it. The end. It never is. You won't feel the end coming. And there's beauty in that. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Extra Long Titles are Fun

I have three collections of poetry, four prompt journals, a podcast, a community I built from scratch, and millions of poems no one will ever see. In a way none of it would have been possible without you. I shout you out - I give you credit when it fits. But also, you ruined me in a way only a family member can. And disappeared without any sort of goodbye. 

I wrote a lot about you tonight. I wonder if you'll ever see how successful I became. Or what I made of myself. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Snake Settles In Smoothly

I don't have new clothes this year, the envelopes have turned themselves into dragonflies and flown off to bigger and better things, and there's no one to share a noodle dinner with. But I'm still lighting the lanterns, watching the parades, and sending the postcards. 

Not every year looks the same, but what matters is showing up - not having the loudest or most picture-perfect celebration. 

I hope you're making the most of it where you are too. And I look forward to a letter or postcard from you as well. 

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Trains Don't Seem to Run Anymore

I was supposed to be out of town right now, visiting a place I swore I'd never go back to. I should be happier that things fell through, but I just keep feeling like I'm missing out on something. 

What adventures have you gotten up to lately?

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

The Harsh Realities Appear at Random

I've been making postcards all day long and going through the lists of everyone I know and love and miss, but I've also realized just how many people never even bother to tell me they got their birthday cards, or the letters, or whatever else. If you don't reply this time around, I'm going to assume whatever connection we had is over and done. And honestly, I'm okay with that. Be well wherever you are. 

-Sincerely,

M. Rene'

The Brilliance of What Came Before

We will always just be the reflections of the things that inspire us if we don't take that muse and pull it outside of the box. 

I wrote 37,481 words in 24 hours yesterday. Please don't ask how many are about you.

-Sincerely,

BlueJay

 PHOTO CREDIT:

Rose.Colored.Books