Sometimes you just have to embrace your inner nerd, and that is the truth that brought the world this picture. A couple of weeks ago I was talking to my sister about watching one of my favorite shows, Xena: Warrior Princess. She smiled and asked, “Didn’t you just finish watching that a few months ago?”
“Well” I said, ” There’s Star Trek and there’s Xena, and they’re both guilty pleasures.”
This statement was apparently so funny that it got around to all of my friends. The next thing I know, I receive the picture below as one of the all time best birthday presents ever. So here’s a big thank you to the talented Leah Ferguson for this incredible piece of art!
I would also like to thank the creators and actors of two of my favorite shows. When you put amazingness like that into the world, the influence it has is boundless. . .
Here’s the latest Sticky Note Sketch: #10 – Blue Layers. If you like what you see, my art is now available at Eclectic Emily’s Emporium via Artpal.com.
Seconds drag into minutes and hours
I stare as shadows climb the walls
Damned by a strange elusive power
Great Morpheus ignores my call
Still I stubbornly seek for…SLEEP!
The first flakes fell today.
They came down friendly,
Dusting the ground like powdered sugar.
Four of us went out and tasted them on our tongues.
They planted kisses on our cheeks and noses.
Tiny fractals glistened in our hair.
We inhaled promises hanging in the clouds
Of chilly nights, twinkling lights,
Men made of ice and angels outlined by it.
The anticipation made my heart sing.
Yes, this is what I did with my Saturday morning . . .
Infinite worlds with infinite possibilities . . .
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what is a Dream? a wish? a sigh?
a wistful look at days gone by?
a feathered thing, afraid to fly;
weighed down by the doubt in life. . .
bravely fighting for the chance to try?
what is a Dream? opportunity? need?
a selfish craving resulting from greed?
a noble, heart wrenching hurt that bleeds;
within the soul who quietly seeks . . .
wandering through both valleys and peaks?
what is a Dream? a whisper? a wall?
does it contain form or substance at all?
it cries and beckons, but I’m afraid of the call.
can I stretch myself out of this ball . . .
out of this comfort zone if I crawl?
what is a Dream? a vision? a claim?
once achieved, does it dissolve or remain?
is it a melody I am destined to play,
and sing, and dance, and live in my way. . .
I’ve thought and thought but the question stays.
What is a Dream? What Is a Dream