I’ve started doing mini muse interviews with folks. If you would like to submit your mini-muse interview, please follow the template and email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Olivia Mear, an artist and dress designer was featured on my blog for Mini Muse Interviews (I post them on Mondays under Monday Muse Makers) on my blog several weeks ago. Olivia has gained some notoriety on the internet as the dress designer who created a prom dress out of Taco Bell wrappers.
Meet Lisa. She is a visual artist living in Eastern North Carolina. I have included three of her original pieces of art within the text of her mini muse feature. Enjoy!
I hope … to publish in 2015 my first fictional novel, Madiba Gone, But Not Forgotten.
I wish … to honor the legacy of South African freedom fighters, including, Nelson Mandela, Tatamkhulu, and Albie Sachs.
I dream … of publishing a series of books that reaches people’s traumatized open wound spaces to provide witnessing, healing, and compassion.
I am … a Duke alumna, an attorney and a visual artist.
I will be starting a new thang on my blog. You may recognize it from Brain Tumor Thursday, which followed the same template. I am now going to feature artists, writers, creatives, and just regular ole’ people (even accountants have hopes and dreams) on my blog every Monday. They will fill out the following template:
And three things about themselves and photos if they like.
Sneek peak for first Monday Muse Makers feature, which will post this Monday on February 9.
I met Olivia at the Biltmore in Asheville, NC. It was a rainy day and we had spent the entire day touring the inside of the Biltmore. My four year old son kept talking about the princess that lived at the castle. She was very real to him and I didn’t dissuade him from her existence (because why wouldn’t a princess live at such a grand estate and castle — sounds about right to me kid!).
We had spent the previous day touring the grounds and other areas of the Biltmore Estate. My husband, four year old son, and I were exhausted as we rode on the shuttle back to the parking lot. And what do you know — a princess was waiting at the bus stop for the shuttle in a princess dress with her black velvet cape covering her head and dress. Where was her prince with an umbrella? I couldn’t help but ask as my son exclaimed, “Look Mama! There’s the princess who lives at the castle.” It was a precious serendipitous moment. I took her photo and got her contact info quickly. She told me her dress was made out of wrapping paper. Can you believe it? So, you’ll have something exciting to look forward to on Monday. She is very interesting.
You can be featured if you’d like. Email me at email@example.com or reply in the comments you are interested in being featured. I will include links to your social media accounts and blog if you share them.
This blog post above, “Country Music and Me” (which you will have to click on link for) is about why I love country music so much. It’s in my bones. My Wyoming bones! Will never leave, settled in good, settled in strong. I love it. I am a country girl. You can take the girl out of Wyoming, but you can never take the Wyoming out of the girl.
This is also a link to my favorite Willie Nelson song, which was also one of my mom’s favorite songs: “You Were Always on My Mind”
Willie Nelson in concert. I won tickets to see him in concert from a local country radio station.
“Be here. Be present. Wherever you are, be there.”
― Willie Nelson
There is a sadness to country music I am a sucker for. Probably because I am a poet.
And country music is like a reata, wraps itself like a cord, and tugs tight on the heart. Its big ole’ box of magic, capturing the sentimentality of the human condition in a simple stanza. Country music drips into ya real slow, seeping into tiny pockets ya didn’t even know could quake. Like little earthquakes, it rumbles, kicks up dust in the heart you didn’t know was unsettled until ya see the storm rising on the open prairie.
The human condition has always amazed me. Like now, as I write this I wonder what you may be going through. What dust is kickin’ up in your heart?
I can’t help myself most of the time when I listen to country music; I usually end up crying, quivering like a kid, with honeydew melon size tears…