September Art Journaling

I’ve seen variations of this several times with dogs and tried to do one on cats…
and as I was doing this the actual poem came to me, and I went to find it in an old journal!
Giving the woman her due, the poem that started all those unknown poem-memes:

When I Am An Old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my social security on
white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel
And I will be an embarrassment to ALL
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be when I am old.”

Author Patty Barnhart

I set intentions at the beginning of this journal which is filling up fast.
I’m not close to meeting
those intentions.
Worst is that I always feel as
if I haven’t enough time.

But the horses are coming!

I write and do business all day with up to THREE cats under my chair.
*sammy never would bother with the likes of us*
When Mitchell joins my corner cubby it gets crowded with  his big old shoes.
This day Yaman lost fur under the whjeel.

I am rereading Bill Watterson in his exhibit catalogue for the cartoon museum.

And then, Autumn.  And all that means.

Leaves are turning.
Rains are here.
Prayers today for our democracy.
No news, working in silence.

I’ll be writing more.
Even with Inktober!

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About dkatiepowellart

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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2 Responses to September Art Journaling

  1. Michele says:

    I love reading your blog ive just seem to be at a big fat block and can’t get out of it time try something new?


    • Inktober might be fun place to try. You can try the prompts — just do them daily and time yourself so there is no lingering… think to much and the judge and jury show up!
      Any ink — ballpoint, felt tip, gel pen, fountain pen… Sometimes blocks happen due to the mind comparing us to others, sometimes it is being tired, etc. Occasionally I take a day and binge watch old movies! I use crayons! It breaks my cycle. If you decide to join us, prompts are here:


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