Childhood Week: Day 1 – Toys and Games

The week is basically done but decided to start posting these up anyway! Beatrice Blue started this online event this week called Childhood Week to inspire artists to create art based on prompts related to childhood. It may be late in the game but don't let that stop you either!

For the first day I just decided to capture myself crazily multitasking playing with as many toys as possible because I was too indecisive and too spoiled as a child to pick a single toy! I was really into Nickelodeon so a lot of toys and posters reflected that! And of course I had to through in Beanie Babies, Skip It, Sky Dancers, Gameboy, Ribbon Dancer, American Girl Dolls, the board games Mouse Trap and Operation, and of course my hula hoop, wagon and yo-yo for good measure! I really like toting my tape player, toys and friends in my wagon around the neighborhood! I think some Nickelodeon shows or movies like Dennis the Menace or the Pagemaster even really emphasized the importance of a wagon in one's childhood so I took to heart that subliminal advice. I hope to casually and maybe not so casually draw and share more of these childhood inspirations for the next couple of days this week so sit tight!

Journal Entries

Seeing Happiness’ Reflection

People have the responsibility of harboring and nurturing their own emotions. One emotion that deserves special attention is happiness. Happiness is a delicate creature that longs for an extra effort from its caregiver.  Positive emotions are a lot gentler than negative emotions and don’t assert as much of a dramatic impression on us as the negative ones. It is a garden that isn’t hidden, but is often perceived to be hidden when it’s taken for granted. It’s hard to realize how happy we truly are until we are unable to dodge the bullets of life. There’s a seed of every kind of emotion inside of us. We just need to choose the right seeds to foster the gardens we hope to find. This fostering is what myths seem to do. They make people feel safe in the unexplainable and aware of the human experience.

Life finds meaning through its own fragility. People feel alone when they see everything that’s familiar and dear to them crumble beneath their feet. When speaking about the experience of a broken heart, Kimberly C. Patton says, “Even if a broken heart does not lie in your past or present, it awaits you in your future, some place, at some time when you will almost certainly be unprepared.” Suffering is inevitable; however, there is a certain value suffering brings to our lives. Every detail that is caught by the five senses has some bit of transcendent magic that we would never noticed if we were constantly “happy.” The world becomes more intimate and personal with you by reaffirming how important your relationship with it is. We see the wonder in what appears to be the normal routine of everyday life.  This experience of being reborn with new life only happens when we take a break from what is daily and mundane to us. It is understandable that the bittersweet disposition of the human condition feels unfair, but it’s the way nature works. Seeing the image of death in a more optimistic light, Reverend Betsee Parker explains, “Because that’s the nature of cycles on the earth. It’s not that death is occurring in the fields [but] that life is rejuvenating and revivifying.” Initially, we feel alone when a horrible event happens, but then we feel a certain comforting bond and connection we have never known before with everything and everyone around us. Nature, air, inanimate things seem to become alive and reflect a childlike joy. The idea that all types of existences are in this transitory dream together and that you are not alone sprouts from the recovering worldview.

People can try to embrace this feeling of rebirth through out their whole lives and revere it as the reason for suffering, though controlling emotions is almost impossible at times. The one thing, however, that humans can control most of the time is their minds. The mind has great power, which can serve as its weakness or its strength. If thoughts and our intellectual selves are able to be under control, then some sort of reassurance and comfort can be found. Reverend Betsee Parker says, “I believe that there is active forgetting which occurs out of necessity in an overly traumatized mind, and that the mind knows very well how to care for itself; it does whatever it has to do to preserve itself.” Religion and myths provide an intellectual steering wheel for the soul. It helps with the active forgetting and remembering and modulates emotions through narrative. Tragedy and suffering is a key element that inspires religion. It gives humanity answers, but it also can make people end up feeling disillusioned when they realize tragedy isn’t anything they could ever expect.

During the tragedy of 9/11, people doubted their faith. They lost love ones and felt abandoned by a higher power they thought could be depended on. They were angry at a God who created such a miserable world with merciless suffering and forget all the moments when they weren’t sad. It is natural to feel this way, but there is a point where one has to take initiative on his or her own healing process. When we are sad, all we want is to be happy again, but what we didn’t realize before is that the happiness we seek is found in our day to day lives. We realize our attachment to the things we grew to be at home with and when things change, we are lost. Though, without the changes we wouldn’t realize how much we actually cared and we wouldn’t know what happiness really means to us because of its translucency. No matter how happy and healthy we are through out the majority of our lives, we tend to overlook it with the overbearing feeling of sadness. The openness to shift perspectives can help our minds grow to unforeseen heights and to see that the spaces between our dark times, like the pauses in music, are what truly make up our purpose of existence.

Beautiful Days

Beautiful days will fade

They are temporary like everything else

Nobody can escape mortality

Don’t you see the reasons why you’re afraid?

of missing all that you know?

All the comfort you ever knew

You’re home in this world

It’s so familiar to you

If you have to leave, I hope you get a chance to say goodbye

to all the things that made you feel alive,

To all the things you never knew you loved so much

And to feel safe in the unexplainable

breathe in deep, open your eyes wide

and feel so lucky for all the things

that pass into your life

And if you don’t find a purpose or a place in this world

you can always be a friend

That’s all anyone needs,

except for a beautiful day

once in a while.

Photos · Poems


Joy welcoming you
Saying hello we love you
Here are your friends
A surprise community
Together greeting you
Like a family
Come on in
Sit with us
We miss you
Where have you been
It’s so good to see you
High-five sunshine
Good times outside
Eyes and shoulders on silver platters
All here for you
Like a garden of friendly flowers

Photos · Poems

Your Space In This Place


Play on, the world is yours to experience
Feel, see, do, rest
Cuddle up in a warm blanket
Relax in the sun
Walk around for a bit
Make sure you are having fun

Simplicity is bliss
There’s nothing you need to do
Move with an eye for exploration
Let your senses awaken
Gravitate toward joy and novelty
Let your body and spirit live honestly
Find your space in this place
At a leisurely pace
Your life has always just begun
Your life is there
When you’re ready to serenely hum

Photos · Poems

Forever Grew

A new day, green and bright
Fresh with the greeting
Of crisp daylight
Mind relaxed, soft and open
Feeling the joy
Of your own emotion
Going outside, excited by life
Letting your kite touch the sky
Feeling amazed between blades of grass
A little world hidden by all who pass
Little do they know what stories unfold
Even when invisible or untold
Welcoming the glow of a dinosaur’s magic
Percolating through its nostalgic plastic
Coming home to a world you knew
A place where happiness forever grew

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It Can Last

Fluttering inside the walls
Imagination flowing like waterfalls
Heart light
Glowing bright with childhood flight
Wings expanding
Rib cage inflating
With sunshine
Crisp and twinkling
In your squinting eyes
Rosy cheeks raised up to the sky
Soft feathers of happiness
Quivering with each breath
A new born into warm life
Gentle and free
Fresh water, fresh breeze
The ocean, flowers and trees
Weightless feet in the sand
The world caressing you
With its soft hand
You feel it slightly
Wistful joy you yearn
To fully grasp
Feeling a thin taste
For as long as it can last

Photos · Poems

Standing Still in the Morning Light


In the morning light
I remember my senses
A warmth and sadness
A meaning I cannot grasp
My eyes burn the glaze
And widen
Opening my hearing
A feeling encapsulated
Between the walls
Surrounding the dome of my periphery
My heart for once listening
Reaching for hands
That have no words
A moment where life
Becomes wider and deeper
Rich and meaningful
Flooded with emotion
Spirit alive
In a way that has never occurred
And then it stops
Confused angry saddness
Humility pervades
The bus driver says happy new year
A promise to be had
As the beautiful morning
Still glows