Sunday Photo Fiction: Der deutsche Holzschnitzer (The German Woodcarver) #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting this week’s SPF.


Credit: © C.E. Ayer


Jacobus was a talented Holtzschnitzer (woodcarver) as his Papa and Opa had been before him. He gazed at the fine ritter (knight) he had geschnitzt (carved) on the remaining panel of set of doors in the St. Mary Magdalene’s Kathedralen (cathedral). He was greatly pleased by his relief die Schnitzereit (carvings) and the subject matter. His Opa would have been proud, he had been the most exceptional Holtzschnitzer of his time.

When Jacobus was four, his Papa taught him everything he knew then, sent him around Europe to train under Meister der Holzschnitzerei (woodcarving masters). At the prime of life, Jacobus was in Paris working on Holzschnitzereien (woodcarvings) for the king of France, schnitzen (carving) reliefs and figures for a generous wage.

Jacobus was even more talented than his Opa had been and enjoyed that the subject matter in many French Kathedralen weren’t so limited due to the Renaissance influence in art. His next project was a die Schnitzereit of Mary Magdalene. Not a relief but a carefully schnitzen (carved) contrapposto* figure with a rounded body, full breasts, and hips.

These were the Holzschnitzereien found in Italian churches and not the old Gothic churches of his homeland in Deutschland. Jacobus grinned as plans for the Mary Magdalene took shape. He grabbed etwas Pergament (some parchment) off a table nearby and began to sketch.


*Contrappasto – “Is an Italian term that means counterpoise. It is used in the visual arts to describe a human figure standing with most of its weight on one foot so that its shoulders and arms twist off-axis from the hips and legs (Wikipedia.com).”


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Poem: A L’Arora – “The Wanderer Who Yearned”


Thank you to The Daily Post for the prompt words Natural and Struggle.


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A wanderer navigates far on her journey,

She traipses from stars luminous in ink darkness,

Across natural hill she can’t not climb,

In lush valleys sleeping, dreams whispering in,

Travelling far, in-between, in the world down below,

Knowing not peace; restless she artfully treads,

Breathing the life, new civilizations she learns,

Tracing the moon, it dips to to her hands; she treads.


Wanderlust a vise; no peace yet, no worry,

In the sky’s plashless flamingo pink, fire orange stark;

Tranquility masked, in the eyes of young and old; she finds —

Wisdom in their tongues so foreign, not to her akin;

Grass, scented sharp and fragrant; an afternoon’s soft pillow,

She shares not, a fear of ‘what’s out there;’ no dread,

Roaming each day, hopping off trains, nothing her concerns;

Inscrutability of the world hails; she goes wherever, not knowing dread.


In Paris, she didn’t bother climbing the Eiffel Tower leery,

Of crowds, and people overwhelming; she’s a lark,

Free spirit, sweet melodies trailing; requires space to fly, to find —

Her life abroad, journeying towards the sun as it sets in Berlin.

Abundance of pints in Germanic territory; laughter she borrows,

A smorgasbord of people, faces to greet before bed.

Memories composed  in songs of the moments; she burns —

Companionship,she’s persuaded; singed remnants in bed.


Through Italy and Greece she did not falter, clearly —

Used to travelling trails, which ever road ingenuity sparked.

Nothing, exquisite as midnight’s blackness, in her mind,

The ruins of Ancient Greece in Athens alight; interlude in Santorini.

Riches of Rome, what need has God of golden sorrows?

A few nights idle, in soft hotel bed; relaxation as she read,

Of home, the place she missed the most; yet she yearned —

Struggling within; wanting more of the world, of new places read.


Climbing the Alps; mountains so high, a drop shear;

Below the air, not but wind, as she embarked.

Her mind in the beaches of Spain white; now resigned.

Searching forever, not to discover, real truths in the wind,

Traversing, strong, full of vitality; healthy to the core.

Until her ankle, tottered over, with a sprain and scratches bled.

Relishing in the Netherlands, a peaceful place to learn.

Sleeping in, and delighted to pause; until scratches never bled.


Of Nova Scotia’s Atlantic ice cold waters clear,

She gazed on architecture as Europe’s in Quebec, and parks,

Of pristine nature, trees, and flowers; but nature’s blind,

To the tumult of thought occurring inside her; she’s on a tailspin —

To Australia’s Opera House in Canberra; heart sore–

Journeying in the Outback; most treacherous place led,

By tour guides; and journeying in Melbourne earned,

Photographs caught on Instagram; further travels led.


Down to the Dominican, all inclusive; drinking slush and beer,

Reacting as she roamed where Inca’s lived, Mexican landmarks,

Insider herself, she perceived a need to still her being, and find,

Her place in a multicultural earth; her home, she grinned —

Such knowledge absorbed; little she knew, remaining ashore.

 Determining home, in the vast open prairies she once fled,

Traversing infinitely; it was a greed which no longer in her burned.

Home in her heart; she soars, a new trail found, where she before fled.


©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

 

Echoes of My Neighbourhood:  Organizing Areas of Life


Thank you to Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for this wonderful prompt each Thursday to share parts of our lives and neighbourhoods. Jacqueline is a talented lady. Take a listen to some of her spoken poetry on her blog from YouTube. You won’t be disappointed.

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When we become a certain age when we are young, most of us get to have our own room at some point. In our room each type of different items have their place, various kinds of toys, clothes etc. As you grow older your room can become an area that incorporates different rooms into one by how you organize your spaces. 

I’m aware I am a bit old to be living at home still and it is my dream to have my own condo someday soon. But my health has made it so I need to stay at home. I cannot be independent enough to be completely on my own. 

Sometimes such as now, I’m doing considerably better then in the past. I do pay rent at home and help out where I can. I still feel I can’t help out as much as I should, but there are times I do not have the energy to do chores. I split up a chore often, so I can do it over two or three days so I don’t become worn out. My parents are extremely understanding, especially at the times when I’m feeling not well and can’t do much at all. I try, I guess that is what counts. Living at home also, allows me to take classes. I’m so happy for that.

Here are a few areas of organization in my room:

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Jewelry Box (Amanda Eifert)
 
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I bought this for $13.00 at Winners, it is a cardboard decorated jewelry box with a Paris theme. I like it a lot. It has small shelved in a areas on top and a couple of drawers underneath. I think it looks pretty and it keeps my jewelry from getting dusty or becoming tarnished. I do have more jewelry not in the box, but hung over a mirror, and a few bracelets where I store my perfume.

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Perfume Rack (Amanda Eifert)
 
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I bought this on the Modclothe website. As some of you know, Modclothe is a wonderful website for woman who are  average and/or plus size to find clothes that have a vintage twist to them. They are a fantastic place for fancy dresses, bathing suites for any body type, interesting accessories, lingerie, and even fascinating items for your house, condo, or apartment. This is a spice rack which I have used for my perfume collection and to hang a few cuffs.

 I’m trying to use up the perfume I have. I have one or two bottles that are eight-years old. I don’t think perfume lasts that long but it still smells good so I wear it. My favourite perfume is by Chanel and is called “Chance eau Tendre.” I’m also a huge fan of Marc Jacob perfumes. I have his original perfume “Daisy” and have used up one or two other perfumes by him. I usually save up my Optimum points until I have $60 or $80 worth and use that for a new scent. But right now, no perfume for me. I need to use up two or three bottles first! 

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Bedside Table/Makeup Table (Amanda Eifert)
 
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Here is an important area, my Bedside table and makeup table. The table is actually a stool from IKEA and it has been repainted a couple of times. The lamp was inexpensive,  I think about $20.00. The storage container my makeup is in, is a file-folder and office supply holder and was about $15.00 at Staples. It works well to organize my makeup and I only have a few items of makeup I have to hide behind it. My rule is to use my makeup up, so even though it appears as if I have a lot, I use it all. As you know from my beauty posts, I adore makeup! 

There are a few items (fad items) such as a bright blue eyeshadow that eventually get recycled but other then that any new makeup I get via Luxebox for instance, that I won’t use or have a similar item, I give to friends who have skin tones that suit the makeup. I also add makeup items in Birthday presents for little extras for girl friends. I should note, the table is near my closet door mirror. I know they are ‘out’ now in terms of interior design but closet door mirrors are extremely handy and a great use of space.

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Magnetic Whiteboard (Amanda Eifert)
 
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I think this Magnetic Whiteboard is a handy item to have in a bedroom/kitchen/or coat room. I write items I need or want to buy on it, for in the near future. I make notes such as what kind of ink cartridge my printer uses. I also post photos of friends and relatives. Currently, the magnetic section of the board is full of baby pictures from friends. At the bottom of the section is a foam cushion I can tac things on. Right now I have that POPSUGAR booklist which I’ve barely started tacked on the board. Hopefully, I make some progress on the list soon.

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Planning/Colouring Area (Amanda Eifert)
 
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Yes, this is only a place on my carpet on the floor in my room. I sit here and I plan my novel and other pieces I want to write. You can see the notebook with scribbles in the back. I love pretty notebooks or journals too. Coles or Indigo, tempted me with a couple of notebooks the other week — one notebook for me and one for a part of a friend’s birthday present. Indigo or Coles have a great selection of journals, notebooks, and stationary. Papyrus is often good for that as well.

The other itens you see here are the mediums I use to do adult colouring with. It is a relaxing activity to do at night. I have three different sets of Faber-Castell Artist Pen Brushes in Bright Colours, Pastel Colours, Terra Colours, as well as some black Pen Brushes of varied thicknesses downstairs. Also, I have Staedtler Watercolour crayons with a watercolour brush, and a Prismacolour set of twenty-four pencil crayons. It was all art mediums we used to render a room in Residential Design. I recommend all these mediums because they are excellent quality and a much fun. At the least, if you enjoy adult colouring, buy yourself excellent pencil crayons. They have greater blendibility and are better if you mess up and use the wrong shade. You can often work away a misplaced colour with another pencil crayon. Michaels is wonderful to buy nice art supplies with forty-percent off coupons or in Edmonton buy local and get a discount if you are a student at Delta Art. I enjoy Delta Art because for a small shipping fee in the city you can choose your supplies online and have it the following few days. Also, instore all the employees at Delta Art are extremely knowledgable about all their products.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved. 

“Oh The Places You’ll Go” – A List of My Dream Destinations 


1. France

a. Paris

 

Paris, France
 
b. Lyon

 

Lyon, France
 
c. Capri

 

Capri, France
 
d. Nice, France

Nice, France

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2. Italy

a. Florence

 

Florence, Italy
 
b. Rome

 

Rome, Italy
 
c. Venice

  

Venice, Italy
 
d. Milan

 

Milan, Italy
 
e. Tuscany

Tuscany, Italy

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3. Greece

a. Athens

  

Athens, Greece
 
b. Santorini

Santorini, Greece

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4. Spain

a. Madrid

 

Madrid, Spain
 
b. Grenada

Grenada, Spain

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5. Hawaii

a. Hawaii

 

Hawaii
 
b. Maiu

Maiu

c. Oaha

 

Oaha
 
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Thanks to Le Duchesse D’Erat for her list writing prompts.

Writing 101: Day 12 – Being Thankful and Shopping Sales.


Prompt: Critique something.   
I know that Black Friday is coming. Last year I avoided it, most of my Christmas shopping was done by that point. But from online shopping emails,  I noticed how great the deals were from both Canadian and American stores. I remember going to Banana Republic Canada’s website and seeing all clothes were 50% off. That hardly ever happens at Banana Republic! The best price you can get is 40 % off and that’s not often. In fact, it was odd to me that Canadian websites and stores were giving deals that were so good on Black Friday and they were better then the Canadian equivalent, Boxing Day deals. I like to shop, that’s not a lie. But I also have this part of conscience that is telling me that whether we are shopping crazily on Black Friday Week or Boxing Week, we are missing the point of the holidays these shopping marathons are based around.

The largest difference between Canadian and US Thanksgiving is when we hold our festivities. Canadians celebrate the second Monday in October and Americans the third weekend in November. But I know for both nations, it is a time for us to be thankful for all God has provided us with in our lives. For the plenty we have in our wants and needs. We remember so many do not have ‘plenty’ in other places in the world. We give thanks to be alive and for the relative peace we find living in our countries, especially when places so close to our hearts such as Paris, are attacked by terrorists. We eat large meals and see our family, whom we may not see all year. But to be specific, Wikipedia tells me, the first thanksgiving was celebrated in the US after the pilgrims first harvest in the New World in 1621. The feast lasted three days and in attendance were fifty three pilgrims and ninety Native Americans. In Canada, we simply celebrate the harvest and other blessings of the past year during our Thanksgiving celebration. But I wonder how such a time of thankfulness has become a shopping race, to find the best deals. To think of all we ‘want,’ instead of all we have. 

Every Black Friday or Cyber Monday we see Americans literally fighting over electronics and grabbing items from each other as if they were toddlers. People are pushy, loud, and not nice to each other. They think that if they act how they act, they’ll get all the items they want. It is all about “me” and “I” or “my family.” I have to say it is worse on Black Friday in the US, worse then it ever gets in Canada even though Black Friday is gaining force here. But I’m not sure deals will be as great this year with the fall of the Canadian dollar from near parity.

 What ever happened to being a decent person, sharing, and being thankful for what you have? You may get a great deal but at what immoral price? What are you teaching the younger generations when you gorge on food, say that everyone should be thankful, then push and shove in Victoria Secret over a bra, of which you have ten or more? Or, was it worth it to battle through bodies and buy a TV at a hundred dollars saving?

I know some of you Black Friday shoppers are kind. And that every person just wants nice things for their families or theirselves at a good price. Maybe you can only afford certain items on sale, so these shopping days are important. Things are pretty tame in Canada but there is always the exception. And it’s just my point of view, but I wonder how being thankful and all this merchandising, advertising, and worked up shoppers fit together.

 In Canada, we celebrate Boxing Day after Christmas. It’s origins lie in people boxing up their leftover food from Christmas meals for the poor. But instead, we shop with our gift cards and Christmas money for more of what we have, for stuff, instead of celebrating family and Jesus’ birth; instead of celebrating people being together. I just find it a bit difficult, putting Christmas and shopping hauls together. I still shop and I still celebrate with my family. But I try to remember that when I’m out buying merchandise there is a way to treat other shoppers with respect, not like they’re the competition. I remember that buying stuff is fun but only temporary. “You can’t take it with you when you go,” as the saying goes.Whether you can buy a lot of things or hardly afford any, in death we leave all our junk behind.  We need to remember that there  are people who can’t afford are grand celebrations at Thanksgivings and Christmas. We need to give money and our time to those in need. To give presents to kids whose parents can’t afford, or food to the family who can only go to the food bank.

 I think if we were more thankful we could see how it is for some people to have so little, while we have a lot. For some people a tiny gift or a helping hand is worth so much. Little things like God, family, good friends, and health should matter the most. Without them all the ‘things’ in the world are worthless. So, be happy if that is what you have and if your basic needs are met. Happy Thanksgiving Americans and start of the holiday season for many of us. May you be thankful and gentle when you shop and generous with your time and donations to those less fortunate. May you cherish the life you have because you’re a priceless person to many people you know and loved very much. 

  

Poem: Fire in the Sky


“Oh misty eye of the mountain below . . . ” words of the song that Tolkien wrote; the desolation of smog made the town burn, and fire reigned in the sky, a dragon’s evil. Or, maybe evil in real-life?

” Fire in the mountain . . .  we see fire burning the trees . . . if we should die, then we’ll all die together and raise a glass of wine, for the last time.”I repeat these phrases in my head. I wonder if Tolkien thought about fire burning lives to pieces in reality. 

You see in life their are many dragons, they put afire everything, the town is like the buildings we put in place to prop up our lives, to live in peace supported. But not even shelter can save us. 

When those supports burn, where are we then, just fodder for smog and his smokey breath. Buildings are wood and wood goes to ash. Where’s that one little spot on the dragon we can hit, a missing scale, a little nick, bring down terror to his knees. 

But in life our dragons are fiercer then smog. They are thin as vapour and kill us with smoke. We cannot see them but we know they are there, an evil dreaming the Devil’s nightmares. If we see them, God give us hope. 

Does good overcome in real life too? Or do we die as dwarves, and Elvan folk do? Do we cry as a woodland creature over our loves? Do we go off to battle to forget our problems? Are we so surrounded and submerged by evil that we cannot see, daylight and peace in the morning breeze?

Do we offer jewels from the sky, to keep us alive? Promises to this and that if only we can keep on fighting; or do we raise that glass of wina and plan to fall today? No strength in us, though strength was what we found when we thought there was none. 

Misty, eye? You look troubled. Do you know the threat in a mountain full of gold? The troubled breath of a mouth of fire? Rage and deception to keep all that’s gathered. Cursed bits of our souls, like cursed bits of gold. Coin upon crown, upon necklace, upon throne. 

What keeps us together while our supports burn? When the coffers are empty, when we have no cheer? Do we sing lovely songs while we die by trial? Do we come to the aid of perfect strangers? Battle makes friends out of enemies. And dragons fall from their places of gold and emeralds. 

They’re are dragons in Paris, a place I’ll see one day. Terrorism brings fire, makes the ancient town burn. One-hundred people fall in a concert venue and more across the city, people held hostage.  A form of Smog, that vindictive evil kills the innocent.

In ‘The Hobbit’ many died, and Bilbo found out that even a Hobbit can do a lot, though he is small. But bodies lie dead where the armies have fought, no invisible ring to save you from a shot. The terror is real, he comes in so close. Not in stories but in real life. Terror from the sky, terror haunts us in real life. 

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“The Hobbit” JRR Tolkien 

Comings and Goings


I am so excited right now! My guy is flying into EIA as I write. He has been gone on a long overdue trip home to Morocco and then to Paris, France and Spain. Yesterday A was trying to find a flight into Edmonton from NY so I’m psyched that in 15 minutes, approximately, he will be landing. I know it’s been a long trip for him home and that he’s going to require 3 or 4 days rest but he is in the same city now and I will get to see him soon. A has been gone 2 months! That’s forever in ‘dating’ time. Almost an entire summer went by and I saw him twice. Once before my birthday and once before he left in July.

I am apprehensive about our relationship. Things were not going well before he left, and before that and we barely had time to make things right before he went away. It was good though, to have all that time to think and consider things, to figure out a direction I want to take with him. It was nice not to worry about the relationship when I was having health troubles this summer. But all in all, I’m excited to see A and can’t wait for us to be us again.

I have also extremely enjoyed the Writing 101 course I have been participating in through WordPress. I highly recommend to anyone who blogs. Any kind of education you can get to improve your work or your hobbies is beneficial and it’s exciting. I always found in school I learnt more in classes where the professor and the students participated and gave their opinions. I think that is what I find with the mini writing course. Having the input of so many peers and having the ability to read and learn through all the work of your peers is very helpful to one’s own writing. Not to mention, all the different prompts or topics and challenges we have been given have definitely stretched my comfort zone and improved my ability as a writer. I look forward to each writing challenge and I have found that writing for 20 to 30 minutes a day is not hard, even if you have to go back and make corrections through out the day for certain blog posts.

The Writing course has filled a void left by editing courses I did not sign up for in time from Simon Frazier. I did not realize I needed to sign up 2 to 3 months in advance and that you had to be signed up for all the editing courses you wanted to take all year. So at least I have a beginner’s copywriting course from April to July. I would also especially like to take my final course at the U of A for Residential design even if I miss half the classes due to health issues, in January. At least then I’ll be done that certificate and receive it in June 2015. All I need is a B.

Also excited for Brewfest — a pop up market and Beer thing next Friday and lunch with my 25-year-old baby brother Wednesday. Tomorrow I finally get into the doctors and have a bunch of paperwork I need filled out there and in November, time to Christmas Shop. I get mine done ahead of time and I think this year maybe a gift card year, we’ll have to see.

Talk to you in the future!

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