The Talent Tree
A gift is a plant that with nurture will grow.
Let your seedling grow in its natural direction. Gardener, you will be under
pressure to bend that young sapling in a crowd pleasing direction, or to push
your plant towards a laboured life of producing fruit for gold. Gardener, you
will be cold-pressed to continue growing that plant in the direction that seems
to yield the most...success... status...attention... money... power... love...
so the plant and the gardener become trapped. Gardener, your tree wants to
become one with you.... and you with your plant, letting it decide its shape, size,
colour and true form. Resisting temptations to grow toward apparent greatness-
this tree, blossoming and expanding in the creative nature of a gift will take
on its most authentic forms. Not forced to become the most expected tree in the
forest, it could never be described as a bonsai. Given time to relax and not
bear fruit from time to time, to appear as if it lies on fallow ground. Not
being thrashed every season and stripped bare every time it fruits. A plant
that becomes one with its gardener is allowed to change form as often as it
must. It may appear almost dead if required. A gift that is loved, single–eyed
by a doting gardener is a precious plant that will one day resemble the
promises contained in its seed. A tree that is not overly manicured will
develop a steadfast trunk. A plant that
refuses surplus gardeners will thrive. Such a tree does not compete. It does
not need to, and this makes it free. Be that tree...... if you want to be.
Magnus Bites of Pi
This is a blog for poetry and prose by Ruth Magnus-Curley.
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Monday, 3 March 2014
Rainbow Treetrunks - New poem by Ruth Magnus, copyright March 4 / 2014.
Rainbow Treetrunks
Sometimes... just
looking at a photo of rainbow treetrunks makes me feel better in hours of stress
And ....if my window is open and the scent of winter smoke
or eucalyptus washes in ...even better
At times like this, when my soul is sickened by too much
mental graffiti and nauseas imagery
Trees and plants can restore me peace... as long as I leave
certain books behind, for a time
Early morning sounds
are a relief ......compared to tormenting nonsongs with trashy beats
The sound of waves at the ocean is soothing and helps with
nausea of the feelings
Rocks and plants, animals and seasons.... are all part of
this – place... this thing, our space
My tree, the one I like to think exists for me, stands still,
for me to see from my window
The twitterers enjoy him too.... and smaller creatures
I can’t see from over the road
Fresh nature calms
It’s really simple
It sounds too normal
So very usual
But nothing’s better
Than the natural
The world of nature
On endless levels
Layers and sizes
Notes and colours
Scents and textures
Patterns, puzzles
Tones and temperatures
Harmonies, winds
Shapes
Rain
Logics
Lives
Grass
Breaths
Liquids
Snow
Northern Lights
Waters
Food
Panoramas
Thoughts
And
Explanations
Stories
Myths
And
Studies
Wisdom
It is all here on earth .... poetry and science are her reflections.
Ruth Magnus.
Ruth Magnus.
Saturday, 1 March 2014
If my paintings were people.
If my paintings were people and had feelings and could talk... I imagine some of them would feel as though they were more impressive than the others.... They might feel proud and flash their glistening colours or feel superior for their oily sheen.... My craft works might feel overlooked by the more expensive frames , and the big pictures would possibly think they were of more value than the small..... But they would all be wrong. The simple designs might argue they are more serene than their highly detailed counterparts and those decorative pieces might loathe the emptiness of simplicity. If they took credit for their lovely lines, their certain themes... they would be missing the point. That it was me! And they are all designed by me and only are existing because I actually brought them into being from out of my mind first. So many haven't made it yet. Each one created with care and artistic inspiration- or if not care, then wild abandon and exploration- every one a special experience. Not one of them considered finished by me until they are just right. So, my paintings and my drawings and my craftworks all are equally important as they are mine! They all have a purpose , some created for grand reasons... some for smaller ones.... but really... to me, they are part of my collection, an extension of my creative love . They would have no right to put each other down or compete in any way that is not constructive.
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