In 2005 I began to write. Some journaling, dabbling in poetry, a few short stories, and continuing with a LOT of public relations communications, marketing, and advertising. I heard about a writing retreat in Mallorca, Spain, "Writing and Art as Sanctuary" with my friend Sharon Bray, and felt the tug of the place and opportunity pulling me like taffy on a warm summer's day, until I finally decided I had to see what was waiting for me in Spain.
Not only was it a fabulous personal experience and discovery of self, it gave me the creative space to write ~ whatever I wanted ~ and to take long walks with my digital camera. It became second nature for me to capture Kodak moments on the camera and then write about them. Photography and writing went hand-in-hand in my book of life. Mallorca was the birthplace of my renewed creative spirit and craving for photography and writing. The following poem gives you an idea of my incredible experience in Mallorca.
Mallorca (May 2006)
Silence hung in the crisp early air
Like smoke floating in a valley.
The cool freshness of the day
Was a perfume of eucalyptus and
morning’s refreshing breath.
Sun had gifted a clear blue sky
That would ring like crystal if you touched it.
Shadows hung from the lanky evergreen trees
Like moss in the everglades.
The still was broken by the call of the cuckoo,
KOOK-oo, KOOK-oo,
Only heard before in clocks.
The melody of its song drew one’s attention
From the peaceful silence
Of the early morn.
As the new day blossomed
The sound of goat bells drifted from the meadows,
Tinkling and twinkling in the misty distance,
Like diamonds floating in the crystal air.
My heart and my soul
Filled with joyful anticipation
At the exciting discoveries of self
to be made that day.
Like Christopher Columbus
On his voyage to a brand new world.
Early morning, so refreshing, a poet’s dream,
So still, then awaking with nature’s symphony,
My own symphony of thoughts and words,
In the lush, verdant hills of Mallorca.
Truly a gift for the senses and the soul.
Silence hung in the crisp early air
Like smoke floating in a valley.
The cool freshness of the day
Was a perfume of eucalyptus and
morning’s refreshing breath.
Sun had gifted a clear blue sky
That would ring like crystal if you touched it.
Shadows hung from the lanky evergreen trees
Like moss in the everglades.
The still was broken by the call of the cuckoo,
KOOK-oo, KOOK-oo,
Only heard before in clocks.
The melody of its song drew one’s attention
From the peaceful silence
Of the early morn.
As the new day blossomed
The sound of goat bells drifted from the meadows,
Tinkling and twinkling in the misty distance,
Like diamonds floating in the crystal air.
My heart and my soul
Filled with joyful anticipation
At the exciting discoveries of self
to be made that day.
Like Christopher Columbus
On his voyage to a brand new world.
Early morning, so refreshing, a poet’s dream,
So still, then awaking with nature’s symphony,
My own symphony of thoughts and words,
In the lush, verdant hills of Mallorca.
Truly a gift for the senses and the soul.
Not only was it a fabulous personal experience and discovery of self, it gave me the creative space to write ~ whatever I wanted ~ and to take long walks with my digital camera. It became second nature for me to capture Kodak moments on the camera and then write about them. Photography and writing went hand-in-hand in my book of life. Mallorca was the birthplace of my renewed creative spirit and craving for photography and writing. The following poem gives you an idea of my incredible experience in Mallorca.
Mallorca (May 2006)
Silence hung in the crisp early air
Like smoke floating in a valley.
The cool freshness of the day
Was a perfume of eucalyptus and
morning’s refreshing breath.
Sun had gifted a clear blue sky
That would ring like crystal if you touched it.
Shadows hung from the lanky evergreen trees
Like moss in the everglades.
The still was broken by the call of the cuckoo,
KOOK-oo, KOOK-oo,
Only heard before in clocks.
The melody of its song drew one’s attention
From the peaceful silence
Of the early morn.
As the new day blossomed
The sound of goat bells drifted from the meadows,
Tinkling and twinkling in the misty distance,
Like diamonds floating in the crystal air.
My heart and my soul
Filled with joyful anticipation
At the exciting discoveries of self
to be made that day.
Like Christopher Columbus
On his voyage to a brand new world.
Early morning, so refreshing, a poet’s dream,
So still, then awaking with nature’s symphony,
My own symphony of thoughts and words,
In the lush, verdant hills of Mallorca.
Truly a gift for the senses and the soul.
Silence hung in the crisp early air
Like smoke floating in a valley.
The cool freshness of the day
Was a perfume of eucalyptus and
morning’s refreshing breath.
Sun had gifted a clear blue sky
That would ring like crystal if you touched it.
Shadows hung from the lanky evergreen trees
Like moss in the everglades.
The still was broken by the call of the cuckoo,
KOOK-oo, KOOK-oo,
Only heard before in clocks.
The melody of its song drew one’s attention
From the peaceful silence
Of the early morn.
As the new day blossomed
The sound of goat bells drifted from the meadows,
Tinkling and twinkling in the misty distance,
Like diamonds floating in the crystal air.
My heart and my soul
Filled with joyful anticipation
At the exciting discoveries of self
to be made that day.
Like Christopher Columbus
On his voyage to a brand new world.
Early morning, so refreshing, a poet’s dream,
So still, then awaking with nature’s symphony,
My own symphony of thoughts and words,
In the lush, verdant hills of Mallorca.
Truly a gift for the senses and the soul.
The four photos above were taken during my adventure in Mallorca.
In addition to lush landscapes, cool refreshing mornings, abounding creative spirit, and attractive Spaniards, Mallorca also has GREAT PEARLS, especially the unusual shaped "coin" pearls. Not only did I buy a pair of white coin pearl earrings, I wrote a poem about them!
Okay, one more picture: the airport in Madrid. Very unusual, modern artsy-looking terminal!
FYI, this blog is not putting the pictures where I'd like them, so you get to figure them out! However, they are self-explanatory for the most part. :)
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