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Giving Birth

I have a plant on my counter and it has taught me about life and art and inspiration. I know, it sounds crazy. It’s just a plant. About a year ago I rescued this fine plant from Lowes. It was in the dollar section. Did you know there is a dollar section? I like to visit that lonely corner and rescue plants no one would otherwise purchase. The pot in which it currently resides was 10x the cost of the plant. What can I say, I like to give them a good home. I have watered my plant (fairly) consistently, so it thrives (for the most part).

self improvement, Writing, Observations, artMichelle BlochFebruary 1, 2017life, self awareness, observation, nature, create, art

Inspiration

In today’s world, you are able to surround yourself with whatever you desire. Topics that required great effort to be exposed to twenty years ago have become nearly effortless to experience on a daily basis. We can thank social media for delivering this right to our palms. Although it can be seen as a distraction...a constant distraction…there is an underlying positive element tangled up in the onslaught of words and images.

Observations, self improvement, Writing, LifeMichelle BlochJanuary 2, 2017observation, writing, writer, social media

A Piece of My Friend

I got a piece of my friend today. It came in the mail disguised as a book of poetry with her name on the cover. When it arrived, I ripped open the envelope with excitement. I jumped in, right into the center, like jumping off a rock into a deep pool of water. It was probably the wrong way to begin. I’m guessing the order of the poems was painstakingly chosen. In any creative work you give birth to, every particle of the thing matters. But I jumped in.

Writing, ObservationsMichelle BlochDecember 17, 2016writing, writer, art, poetry, book, friend, poem, prose

Ten Minutes of Silence

Early morning sun streams through the cool air, unusually crisp for late July. The steam from my coffee rises in swirls and is gently pushed across the rim by a nearly imperceptible southern breeze. I sit at the fire pit to soak up the sun on my face, to feel the warmth penetrate my skin and reach its arms far beneath that outermost layer.

WritingMichelle BlochJuly 25, 2016

Thanksgiving

Upon birth, I was given this gift of seeing the world in words. I watch as magic sentences hang on the branches of the trees and words float through the clouds, finding each other and joining hands in a mysterious way.

Writing, spirituality, LifeMichelle BlochNovember 27, 2014writing, self awareness

Procrastination

Sometimes in the quiet solitude of now, the screams of tomorrow pierce the blackness. Anger, frustration, and the realization of failed preparation cut like shards of glass. I sit helplessly behind my screen.

Writing, LifeMichelle BlochMay 18, 2013writing, writer

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