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The French Canary’s Womb

The weather wasn’t too bad for the third day of March. It was a bit on the cool side at 8 AM, which wasn’t typical for a March day on the Canary Islands. Lucas and Eloise traveled from France and arrived to the islands almost a week earlier and found a smallish rock house that was mostly plaster on the outside to stay in. They both agreed that the square turquoise table on the little front porch was most desirable. Especially with the wicker chairs that accompanied it. …


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The Fifth of Spring

No this is not about a fifth of distilled spirits like Bourbon, you might buy to celebrate the first day of spring. Nor is it about a particular holiday in the beginning of May that many people celebrate by drinking margaritas while munching on tortilla chips. It just happens to be a story about someone named Spring Hardie. The fifth? Well that just happens to be a particular day in May that changed everything for her.

Everything? Well maybe not everything but it sure turned out to be a life changing experience. Some might call it an event that was…


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The vacuum cleaner was plugged in, of course it required the unplugging of a lamp and an extension cord that no one actually knew where it went. Not too far from the wall socket, about a quarter of the way into the room, the vacuum cleaner sat idle. The task of vacuuming was started almost 2 days earlier, but never finished. There were other tidying up tasks throughout the home that needed attention, but they, like the vacuuming were not getting done.

Ever have a day where you simply don’t feel like doing anything especially menial laborious tasks? It invariably…


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You can feel the warmth, depending upon your take of the tone of their voices. We say things to each other, often in a tone that to us is neutral and maybe even kind. The recipient on the other end, may not always take that tone as a sign of cooperative feelings. A many of hurt feelings or misinterpretations would simply go away if we just smothered our own speaking voice with mooney saccharine. You know; no one can resist “Sugar and spice and everything nice.”

“Just-a-swingin.” Charlotte Johnson was on the front porch swingin, with her hope to be…


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Your Reality is Now

“What time is it? Does anybody really know?” Spoonful or two of sugar is rushedly sprinkled on a freshly poured bowl of cereal. A Dior rouge lipstick makes its way to a sensuous pair of inviting lips. A selected key opens the lock on the gardeners tool shed. Shoelaces are firmly tied. Two aspirins and a gulp of water taken for headache relief. Second by second the vignettes of life churn.

It takes a minute filled with seconds to perform a simple task like pouring a cup of coffee. Like seconds; minutes are beaming with possibilities. Time is sectioned off…


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Art of Interview: “An interview is a story looking for bookends.” Interviewer interviewee? There’s no two sides, it’s multi-dimensional. You may think you are one or the other. Your approach and my approach are like arrows, loaded with intentionalities, aimed at heartening opinions, that are invaluable expressions to all those seeking creative insightful ideas.

Art has an opinion. It’s perpetual and everlasting in the mind of its creator, and its viewers. We are all interviewers, in everything we see and do. As we look, we form opinions and all too often we are more than happy to express them, even…


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The Story of Real: If Real were a character, what would it be? A happenstance? Perhaps a chance-in-stance? There is the old standby… kismet. Which equals fate in anybody’s language.

Margaret MacDonald; by this stage of her life was virtually called by everyone she knew plane old Meg. Every once in a while she would think back on her high school days, when everyone called her, “Meg McMuffin.” Which she did not necessarily mind, because she was very much aware of some of the not so nice handles that were thrust upon others in her school.

The weekend was but…


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There is only one thing shorter than the longevity of a New Year’s resolution, it’s the time it takes the person behind you at a stoplight to honk their horn when the signal light turns green. Well, maybe some resolutions can last longer, but then you have to cozy up to the word commitment. Resolving the pros and cons to that commitment can turn into a resolution in time.

Creative people including the greatest amongst us, start out every year with a beautiful set of plans. Planning to paint more, planning to write more, planning to sculpt more, planning to…


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My Christmas Campfire: It was the gentlest of gentle rains that started to fall. The time was around 10 PM Christmas Eve. The campfire before me was perfect in its size, yielding just the right amount of crackling sounds and heat. I was comfortably sitting with legs crossed on the edge of my sleeping bag, bathing in the feeling of raindrops gently striking my forehead and thereabouts. I carefully listened to the raindrops as they splashed on the heated rocks around the campfire. The sizzling sound of each droplet evaporating, was a good indicator as to the veracity of the…


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Inside Outside Creativity: Don’t sing before breakfast! My mom used to say to me, in a commanding tone when I would walk into the house singing before breakfast, Why? Because I used to sleep outside nearly every single night in my sleeping bag, with my dog, under the trees and a sky filled with billions of stars. That refreshing sleep brought me great joy and I started singing like the early morning birds that greeted my day. Why shouldn’t you sing before breakfast? Well it’s an old wives tale that I’m sure my mom learned from her mother, and her…

Rod Jones Artist - writer

Stories & essays on art & creativity | Navy Submarine Veteran https://bit.ly/2yH3DXd Cohost of the ThoughtRowPodcast.com

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