October Aspire Art Bomb packages - Falling Gracefully (petals and leaves)

October  ~2016

Falling Gracefully

(Petals and Leaves)

Falling Gracefully (petals and leaves): 

When the weather shifts and the wind brings changes of new colors, yet bare limbs shiver naked in the elements, 

Mother Nature provides a kaleidoscope blanket upon the ground.

 Cushioning the fall that, at times, the extended darkness brings.

Today I choose to fall Gracefully

Sink into the dark, yet wrap myself in color and light. 

One is never far from the other.

Build your cocoon, envelop yourself in Creation and Creativity.

Focus and look at the shadows

Greeting them with acceptance and light.

Included in this month's Aspire Art Bomb packages are:
Pieces of Me Petal print
Spirit doll with Journal

*some additional fun creative items as well.

A value of $50, yet priced at $40
There will only be 7 packages available. If you are interested please email me at nikkiart.adaj@gmail.com for payment information.

Blessings,
Nikki

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This is my Blog where I will be adding all of my new Monthly Aspire Art Bomb package offers to, yet also!!! This will be the platform for a new avenue I am taking as well furthering my creative journey in crossing that bridge to dreamland!

Coming soon I will be offering online creative art workshop/classes that you can join in at your leisure!

Stay Tuned - there is always more to come!!

Blessings,
Nikki - Aspire Dream and Jingle

Occupational Residue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you know that residue resides within the walls?

Residual memories of occupants before

before you

before them

before

A U-Haul pulls up to the front

the man jumps out only to rip and toss the "FOR RENT" sign out into the middle of the road

A sigh escapes from the foundation below his feet.

AH YES another family feasted upon and spit out.

The family, a few short months prior, moved in

a spring to their step

a faint glimmer to the eye of what?

Hope

a fresh start?

Yet they didn't know

they didn't know

 

They didn't know the family before whose children played within its walls gazing through the glass wanting to play out

fresh air

sunshine

yet no - the mother lay within, a heart disease, unable to make the journey of the staircase to escape asbestos and mold

Little boy waves to me with large eyes and pale flesh from the top floor window.

They didn't know that not long before they moved in the mother collapsed and perished as her children watched from down the hall.

Ambulance Screaming, for them, down the road because they were unable to Scream for themselves.

 

Family moves in - 4 children, mom, dad, yet the walls whisper to then overcompensate.

The children are taken outside to remain until allowed back within its folds.

While the Screams inside now manifest.

BITCH YOU WILL....

the sound of glass

A SLAP

and yes... a siren

Wailing up to the opening of its dark mouth

Wailing for the children that can't

 

Yes - Residual memories of Occupants before

a FOR RENT sign should have flyers compared to that of a CARFAX

     FOR RENT

enter at your own risk

can occupy a family of 4, yet holds millions.

 

August 15th - #Writeyourselfalive - particles

 

Can I have another 24 hours?

 

A Blackboard eraser

Just a spritz of water to allow it to run away.

Remember when you were a child at the end of the school day

Raising your hand to be the one to wipe the board away

to pound the dust away

particles of knowledge floating in the air

entering the brains of children through inhalation

 

 

 

 

Knowledge, if not copied, just disappears

they are what they see, they become what they hear.

Can I have another 24 hours to pound away the lessons of yesteryear?

Day 10 - August 10, 2014 - #writeyourselfalive - A Wave of light so Small Pandora Unleash

 

Definition of Pandora's box

1. Noun. (Greek mythology) a box that Zeus gave to Pandora with instructions that she not open it; she gave in to her curiosity and opened it; all the miseries and evils flew out to afflict mankind.

A box labeled: Vacuum Attachment Tools, topples over as I cut left into my drive.
The scent that spills is that of long ago perfume, spritzed upon cards, holding heartache and empty words.
Promises of long ago that never reached the harvest.

I gather bound memories and carry them over the threshold.
Placing them upon the table preparing the surface for dissection.
This is a massive autopsy of a soul. Memories that run intestinal miles.
Will I every find the blockage?

Vacuum Attachment Tools: how appropriate.

Every card, every word splayed upon the surface.
Piles of parts in organized stacks.
You promised to be an organ donor, yet you donated a diseased heart and your breath of words escaped from cancerous lungs.

Too late for sutures and bandages
The Box is open, yet the box is me.
Welcoming the wind of Memories.
Memories of another gifting them to me.
The Giver to the Given.

The Giver alone holds the memories of the true pain and pleasure of life.
The receiver of memories
Memories shared is a Soul lifted.


“But why can't everyone have the memories? I think it would seem a little easier if the memories were shared. You and I wouldn't have to bear so much by ourselves, if everybody took a part."

The Giver sighed. "You're right," he said. "But then everyone would be burdened and pained. They don't want that. And that's the real reason The Receiver is so vital to them, and so honored. They selected me - and you - to lift that burden from themselves.”
― Lois Lowry, The Giver    


No they don't want that, yet too late the box is open.

At the very bottom of the container was the last thing to come out. It was something that wasn't evil. We call the good that Pandora unleashed by the name of hope.

"Not all the ties, for one, a little one, remains, like hope in the bottom of Pandora-s box. A wave of light so small that a thousand would scarcely reach ..."  Outlines of the Evolution of Weights and Measures and the Metric System by William Hallock, Herbert Treadwell Wade (1906)

Day 8 - #writeyourselfalive - tis but a dream

The waking from discombobulating dreams

leaves me disoriented and hovering between the worlds of awareness and mist

half my mind is stuck in elsewhere while the other attempts to shake this feeling of woe

It's all but a dream they say

An envelope filled with sand, sparkles and sadness

 

I would've assisted if you only asked it states

yet how could I ask if I never knew

even though the assistance was not needed, only the asking of you.

Day 6 - August 6th - #writeyourselfalive - At times the Silence is by far more Shrilling

 

 

The Silencing of Song

 

 

 

Need I Say More?

 

~ Illustrations Done by Nikki Bartel (aka artichoke woman)