tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74794034670844673752024-02-19T07:03:46.875-08:00Seize the Dazzle Art & Writing Studio with Julia AlterYour inky fingertips may have brought you here. Or your desire to pick up your pen, your scissors, your paper, your paste. Your journal calls out to you for an undivided few minutes or hours. Are you here because your creative soul wants more attention? My living, breathing intention is to inspire you to seize the dazzle of your life. So make yourself at home here in the syllables and shine! You are so welcome here. Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-80606085679064728472020-09-07T17:29:00.000-07:002020-09-07T17:29:27.533-07:00No fear of the depths<p><span style="font-family: georgia;">You know that feeling when you start to fall in love? The unmistakable winged creatures fluttering in your torso? A breathlessness, a heightened-senses-wide-awakeness while you're kinda drifting off the ground? Is it just me? (Cue Chet Baker singing "I Fall in Love Too Easily")</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I learned that that other-worldly swoon phase is called "limerence." Sounds like the weird little sing-songy, often risque limerick--<i>there was an old man from Nantucket</i>, always Nantucket. lol But limerence is like the crumb-littered path to real love, the rose petal pathway, the cartoon pie scent carrying the wolf (always a wolf) to the window sill where an apple pie cooled, wafting its cinnamon scent out into the wild. In this metaphor, the apple pie would be love...I think I could get behind that. But we'll save me eating my feelings for another day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Limerence is that dive into the soothing cool pools on a scalding day, where the heat is shucked away as the body glides in the buoyancy of blue, held, soothed, sighing. THAT is how I feel here today returning (publicly) to writing. Writing as a promise. Writing as a way to honor myself and my gifts. It's so easy to be in a life and not use what's right at the swirls of our fingertips. Why do we do that? Lately what's been at my fingertips is my cell phone--ummmmm an average of 14 hours a day last week. (!!!!) My phone slipped that little bit of info to me this morning just after I had reached over and opened my device to check Lord knows what...Instagram? FB? Pinterest? Email? It's such a habit that I don't even recall. (Any other email hoarders out there? omg!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm tempted to give you my defense--I'm building a business or two via my iPhone, diving into <br />"Selling Sunset" because I want to see what fashion Christine is bedecking her Jerry Hall fabulosity with and I am obsessed with homes and love seeing the hefty commissions they get when these sexy homes find owners...an artist needs inspiration!...ummm...I needed a mental break, didn't want to face putting myself out there (I'm creating my first 30-day course and the necessity and excitement and desire around it overwhelmed me!!!); I'm working out the kinks of the stray specks of self sabotage that threaten to dampen my light. But excuses be damned, 14 hours is an <i>insanely </i>ridiculous amount of time to have my phone around. (Does it include music? I hope it includes music...then I don't feel quite so crazy.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Enter the jolt of a new promise. While up in the Bay Area for 10 days at my mom's house, we celebrated the life of John Lewis together, tearing up as the pallbearers carried him, listening to Obama deliver his eulogy, reminding us of Lewis saying that as long as he had breath in his body, he would do everything he could to preserve this democracy. Then George W. Bush reminded us that Lewis "always thought outward, not inwards." Imagining him marching across the Edmund Pettus Bridge at 25, for the right to vote, knowing that death may meet him on the other side. It hit my soul hard, thinking about this man who dedicated his life to racial equity, who held a better vision of our country. So deep was his commitment that he would walk headlong into possible death for it. It hit my soul this legacy he left, what a courageous, inspiring journey he braved. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I flung my hands into the air at the yellow formica table, that belonged to my Texan grandmother who I loved to the outer edges of my heart, but who had also handed me the heavy weight of her racism. (May she rest in peace, undoubtedly animatedly telling a story to the other spirits.) She taught me to treat everyone equally, to never act as if I'm above anyone else but when she found out that my best friend, my sister, my inseparable half, my singing "Songs in the Key of Life" in harmony friend and treasure was named Hassanah and what kind of name was that and you'd better not wear her clothes or you'll get lice. That kind of racism, stated as fact. I didn't know how to hold it. Felt too heavy for me to hold. Didn't want to. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I threw my hands into the air at the dining table and said, "What the fuck am I doing with my life? What's my legacy? I've been just sitting here on my privilege. Who do I actually think I am? What do I want to leave behind? What do I have to give?" My sweet mom took a deep, knowing breath and let it out slowly, in pained agreement. I can't just be in a state of ambivalence anymore. Too often I have let life swirl me into the distraction of too many ideas and not enough fruition. How could I best serve people? (I knew the answer.) How could I use my strengths and build my own legacy? (Yes, great spirit, I hear you! Like a hymn in my heart, I hear you!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">John Lewis's immense life and mission coupled with the words of the Queen of Coaches, Gina DeVee. She often declares, "I am no longer available for _____________." I could fill in the blank with anything from the amount of zeros in my bank account to spending damn near my entire waking hours on my phone. I am not available for mediocrity anymore. This moment felt similar to the moment when poetry found me, an eight year old girl, riding her pink Huffy home from school, needing to write down those first lines of poetry, inspired by the pink plum blossoms flittering like confetti from the trees. A fire bloomed in my belly then as it does now; this life is meant to be fully lived to the outer edges of its petals, to claim your place in the scheme of it all, to seize the fricking dazzle again, chase it with all my might. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Which brings me again to limerence. Sitting here with the summer twilight igniting the face of the buddha above my desk. Having rededicated myself to writing. To blogging every week (at the least), to offering you the blessing of a course that I have put together to soothe people's souls, simply, necessarily. This dedication is like a renewal of my vows to my own soul. I promise to honor and cherish. I promise to listen, to shut it all down and Listen until I can hear the thrum of my heart. I promise to show up. To be "in the arena," as Bren Brown so beautifully puts it. I blame her for reminding me again to stand up and say the words. I reached over in my "work in progress" office and grabbed "Rising Strong" from the top of a stack of books and began reading words about courage. They made me cry. She said, "We can choose courage or we can choose comfort, but we can't have both. Not at the same time." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">So all I can do is be willing to fall. Be willing to run head on in when my heart tells me to write, to not squander this miracle of stringing words together for the joy of it but also for the pain of Not doing it. Not showing up for myself. For the icky tangle of vulnerability that invariably comes from spilling my heart. I hope what I've said here today, in this fading light, pretty little dog at my feet, nudges you a little, knocks on a closed door in your spirit, flips a switch, lights a fire for you. What is it that calls you, that makes you feel that fluttering of invisible wings in your torso, gives you that dazzling feeling of falling, letting yourself fall and maybe light up the world around you with the glow of that limerence. </span></p>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-30038038865130928492018-05-11T08:55:00.001-07:002018-05-11T08:55:41.239-07:00Your Creative Spirit is Waiting! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-31785304776811654462017-04-15T16:15:00.001-07:002017-04-15T16:24:39.793-07:00Day 11--Poetry Vlog--Len Anderson<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Heaven and earth are always talking..." Oh, leave it to the divine Len Anderson to makes us swoon. Enjoy his poem, "Spring."</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><font color="#000000" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/julia.altercanvin/posts/10210007010064202" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">https://www.facebook.com/julia.altercanvin/posts/10210007010064202</a></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWdEbA8HiNu7P0kZ5ATc6s0SNaLAhAbnNwFu_c5PbaK9hY-xyBTM1Mb2LWEZlMkmXZLzpW96myqx3cUdL4GuFHcRne6UHdnG8fy9h9aT-vnRJsH7w8_g2AHe1r1ZsT-jD-ZzdAGizj8Z7/s640/blogger-image--109868854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWdEbA8HiNu7P0kZ5ATc6s0SNaLAhAbnNwFu_c5PbaK9hY-xyBTM1Mb2LWEZlMkmXZLzpW96myqx3cUdL4GuFHcRne6UHdnG8fy9h9aT-vnRJsH7w8_g2AHe1r1ZsT-jD-ZzdAGizj8Z7/s640/blogger-image--109868854.jpg"></a></div>Art by Julia Alter<br></span><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-79800868847679352802017-04-13T12:18:00.001-07:002017-04-13T12:27:15.624-07:00Day 10--Poetry Vlog--Robin Lysne<div>Hi Lovebunnies,</div><div><br></div><div>Enjoy the flowing verse of poet-artist, Robin Lysne today! </div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/DlciOcBFOuA">https://youtu.be/DlciOcBFOuA</a><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25tWu6tK8i24avHUoBnZRZZ4_dA9f-dHulsrZEAVhxZtnYSu66MHAdnyv_WIlNg06BAwlN444LrwVRIDAcLX6k-hnqFuMlvorDTchoviHn5VswmDNwGhw4nG5vdWoGUQpUlzksf-HPleM/s640/blogger-image-1628422968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25tWu6tK8i24avHUoBnZRZZ4_dA9f-dHulsrZEAVhxZtnYSu66MHAdnyv_WIlNg06BAwlN444LrwVRIDAcLX6k-hnqFuMlvorDTchoviHn5VswmDNwGhw4nG5vdWoGUQpUlzksf-HPleM/s640/blogger-image-1628422968.jpg"></a></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-8376976029839618872017-04-13T00:10:00.001-07:002017-04-13T12:11:07.733-07:00Day 9 Poetry Vlog--David Sullivan<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp-s1CpkZgKAJYTtwVHfVbYgXYfKb11-IkWyNjX672eTJPh55nSWQ3CeznknptWv3wR-zoQ3uMeKNFw2538sFIUjuZYS9PGmsU7Ty2-rteIizOLQMbJ8krA1QlmfmOs7bJI5oi69oLnWW/s640/blogger-image--1624636033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp-s1CpkZgKAJYTtwVHfVbYgXYfKb11-IkWyNjX672eTJPh55nSWQ3CeznknptWv3wR-zoQ3uMeKNFw2538sFIUjuZYS9PGmsU7Ty2-rteIizOLQMbJ8krA1QlmfmOs7bJI5oi69oLnWW/s640/blogger-image--1624636033.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Here is David Sullivan's luscious poem "Dear Life."</div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/AnInKWkNyHc">https://youtu.be/AnInKWkNyHc</a><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-30272481878179054572017-04-11T13:29:00.001-07:002017-04-11T13:30:16.645-07:00Day 8--Poetry Vlog, Margie Curcio<div>Hi Awesome Blossoms!</div><div>Here's today's poem, by real life firecracker, Margie Curcio! Enjoy! </div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/7vGp41bXw9w">https://youtu.be/7vGp41bXw9w</a><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0GaK_Umrfsr6-jYecyt9D4_tpDmoBXgKDWM4F4wYZ_XCmUf88YbimJcEl708pw9Gub29p5IXl3fPIwBoWi1bYO7VGtbBvM79QMnqD_yAr3z5c7lNIKUHoBCRrVS9HpcOiyNqU49Vg-FP/s640/blogger-image--2137464644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0GaK_Umrfsr6-jYecyt9D4_tpDmoBXgKDWM4F4wYZ_XCmUf88YbimJcEl708pw9Gub29p5IXl3fPIwBoWi1bYO7VGtbBvM79QMnqD_yAr3z5c7lNIKUHoBCRrVS9HpcOiyNqU49Vg-FP/s640/blogger-image--2137464644.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">XO,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Julia</div><br></div><br></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-35586419236544249302017-04-07T23:58:00.001-07:002017-04-08T00:00:00.252-07:00Day 7--Poetry Vlog, Langston Hughes' "Jukebox Lovesong"<div>Day 7, Dahlings, brings you Langston Hughes. ❤</div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/b99biGFmfkI">https://youtu.be/b99biGFmfkI</a><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRhrCd9MO6SKUHtnEgLerMAlzqkzJXWa6g1O6siafpPB4vDMo8po6gYY1SSKMAokiLrYCJCdihKrySpi9pYLgDkZ370mRuiRFqzjUvrHhyT9Mk85EWbaLHnoxcVZkTz_trw67x_gBxlUC/s640/blogger-image--1596341029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRhrCd9MO6SKUHtnEgLerMAlzqkzJXWa6g1O6siafpPB4vDMo8po6gYY1SSKMAokiLrYCJCdihKrySpi9pYLgDkZ370mRuiRFqzjUvrHhyT9Mk85EWbaLHnoxcVZkTz_trw67x_gBxlUC/s640/blogger-image--1596341029.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">XO,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Julia</div><br></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-3076196260413943322017-04-07T01:22:00.001-07:002017-04-07T01:35:04.350-07:00Day 6--Poetry Vlog--Kelly Cressio-Moeller!!<div>Happy dance! Happy dance!!!</div><div>Today I get to read my friend and amazing poet Kelly Cressio-Moeller's poem "Begin and End at Big Sur," originally published in ZYZZYVA! </div><div><br></div><div>Enjoy!! </div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/rK7ww9GMNY4">https://youtu.be/rK7ww9GMNY4</a><div><br></div><div>XO,</div><div>Julia </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANW-ORSZZDRWdgJCE4yPisZp2aXyUu9_XMYySf9aV_GkyRKH9YPmACBV72oi59i3mErkQ6V22VQpUI6h-kO2qcAxshvVzhEapFABhGIWHliKvX08sLT4kWrbjVp79M82tFM9vQDtX3qIR/s640/blogger-image-1759367902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhANW-ORSZZDRWdgJCE4yPisZp2aXyUu9_XMYySf9aV_GkyRKH9YPmACBV72oi59i3mErkQ6V22VQpUI6h-kO2qcAxshvVzhEapFABhGIWHliKvX08sLT4kWrbjVp79M82tFM9vQDtX3qIR/s640/blogger-image-1759367902.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JtWTPLlHYup1locb0e6rlc6Oa04Kf9wp4mF3zZwOdYaum_9031OZzFJII_UwbouE6Xiq9MoqWScQcXT5Ion367D1sTVInyVuC_dRlukPvpoI3chS-9vXQulWVm6mndc-WWdVXSQ12ZtW/s640/blogger-image--249041051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JtWTPLlHYup1locb0e6rlc6Oa04Kf9wp4mF3zZwOdYaum_9031OZzFJII_UwbouE6Xiq9MoqWScQcXT5Ion367D1sTVInyVuC_dRlukPvpoI3chS-9vXQulWVm6mndc-WWdVXSQ12ZtW/s640/blogger-image--249041051.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdX1IJj3TKup9ZuQPU3e4fWUA8Rnw0zwlb3TzOLBqqw84gsLygRf-fDhtcKZ21-w3Dy-F7nlv9_81_rXTKVAGHs7z3WnghArRtVQDB97if1QAVPVZM_oozAnEqhpo7gesSnJJBHlLhQqw4/s640/blogger-image--1465116621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdX1IJj3TKup9ZuQPU3e4fWUA8Rnw0zwlb3TzOLBqqw84gsLygRf-fDhtcKZ21-w3Dy-F7nlv9_81_rXTKVAGHs7z3WnghArRtVQDB97if1QAVPVZM_oozAnEqhpo7gesSnJJBHlLhQqw4/s640/blogger-image--1465116621.jpg"></a></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-45635415593212575692017-04-04T23:44:00.001-07:002017-04-04T23:55:51.123-07:00Day 4--Poetry Vlog--A Beautifully Needed Poem<div>Hi Beloveds,</div><div>I'm grateful you stopped in here. Thank you thank you to Kitty Petruccelli for sharing this poem for the series. It is by poet Ross Gay and is a stunning homage to Eric Garner. Thank you for being here. </div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/uNcRIW1zbpM">https://youtu.be/uNcRIW1zbpM</a><div><br></div><div>Remember to leave your thoughts and/or your own writings in the Facebook group:<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1896014507302110/" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">https://www.facebook.com/groups/1896014507302110/</a></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Xoxo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Julia<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoNRWUj1F4qADRFUo_u8Tkq81rFBb7R3MWclz6Z1VyY-rkds_ysoB5ByYfaIOilc45H01rEkDm1xB7zwicUYPC9SfADECiWqI_1Wx76uogZBuruF4jfpbqqFNNgPOUjIf2cb9yecFb9-k/s640/blogger-image--131221691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoNRWUj1F4qADRFUo_u8Tkq81rFBb7R3MWclz6Z1VyY-rkds_ysoB5ByYfaIOilc45H01rEkDm1xB7zwicUYPC9SfADECiWqI_1Wx76uogZBuruF4jfpbqqFNNgPOUjIf2cb9yecFb9-k/s640/blogger-image--131221691.jpg"></a></div><br></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-42979596670111459892017-04-03T21:39:00.001-07:002017-04-03T22:51:37.876-07:00Day 3--Poetry Vlog--Me, Tarzan! 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Sending you an immense amount of gratitude for your open minds, your loving spirits, for your drive to be unhindered souls.<br />
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Day Two's poem comes to you from phenomenal writer, Roxan McDonald. More about her allure and fabulosity in the link below, as I bumble and fumble for the perfect words to describe her. She chose Ellen Bass's poem, "The Thing Is" from the book, Mules of Love. (Boa Editions)<br />
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Love to you, wonderbunnies.<br />
XO,<br />
JuliaSeize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-72948336821893533542017-04-01T18:12:00.004-07:002017-04-02T12:53:52.565-07:00Day 1--2017 Poetry Vlog--The lighthouse, the necklace, the loverHi, Beautiful Dazzlers!<br />
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Because I went to Ireland last fall and fell in LOVE with it, I'm kicking things off with new-to-me, Irish poet, Vona Groarke's poem "Shale" from her collection <u>Selected Poems</u>, published by The Gallery Press, 2016.<br />
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Somewhere between Killarney and Dingle, Ireland Photo by Julia Alter<br />
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Seize the Dazzle Art & Writing StudioSeize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-83970660153439578312017-01-31T11:42:00.001-08:002017-01-31T11:42:18.283-08:00Update From DazzleLand<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BBZTBUA7Z6P_groKsRR6PumrXXhCw35E0CEIanqJAkNOIa2MxOytcv_9hgPD-E7kiqvPywa5y2JJrlSBcQAnBD5-jVUCP3YmVQ1GbnHja08rVEEnszYZggwczvipSdwBJgoW2kkHdCNj/s640/blogger-image--1302114697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BBZTBUA7Z6P_groKsRR6PumrXXhCw35E0CEIanqJAkNOIa2MxOytcv_9hgPD-E7kiqvPywa5y2JJrlSBcQAnBD5-jVUCP3YmVQ1GbnHja08rVEEnszYZggwczvipSdwBJgoW2kkHdCNj/s640/blogger-image--1302114697.jpg"></a></div>In my heart I’ve stolen away to a patch of clover green where the homes are made of stone the color of my daughter’s eyes, my warmcold girl, growing outgrowing outgoing. I’m going out, she will say, in just a few years’ time. </div><div><br></div><div>And maybe then I will steal away to this secret Irish garden that I’ve built here in my heart, the place I went when we appointed a hot air balloon as emperor and I floated away on the backdraft to the place down past Corcomroe Abbey, the ruins of the stone cathedral where a firework of crows alighted through the open roof, where I still stood on terra firma, before all the clocks had melted and people were actually having to argue that their lives mattered.</div><div><br></div><div>I married an immigrant, melted my time into his and we made a family of ticking hearts. I carry them within the wonky clock of my own heart that keeps time with colors instead of numbers. My clock names the hours crimson and clementine and cerulean--Oh, for years I’ve been ruled by cerulean and yes, by the silver of these stones the same color as our daughter’s eyes, a color from some unknown immigrant, color of magic and the twilit hours between early evening and foggy dreams. And our son’s eyes the color of deep, rich earth. </div><div><br></div><div>I have tried to teach them a love beyond skin. I have aimed straight for love because it was my gypsy mother’s only recipe. Thou shalt love because it is the right way. I have failed and succeeded on repeat. Here, Child, is a map of the heart, the compass rose ticking past green and this wild blue sky. Build your home in here. Build a hearth. Build a sturdy door. </div><div><br></div><div>I have stolen away to this stone house in this clovergreen field. I feel safe here away from circuitboards and circus tricks. In my home country, the ringleader, the master of ceremonies stepped straight out of the clown car and began cracking his puny whip. I can’t remember if I am dreaming all of these captive elephants, all of these pedaling monkeys. Used to be a gentleman presided over this show. Used to be an elegance that governed this place. I’m waiting for my mind to reunite with my heart again. I am waiting for the crows to spell our names with their cursive wings across the invisible eaves, so I can return home again. </div><div><br></div><div>I married a man with strong shoulders, a man from far away. The color of his eyes like the heart of a redwood. I am searching the headstones for the name of my country. I want to hold it in my arms one last time. It’s the only home I’ve ever known. I’m looking for the gate in this stone wall while my heart can still remember all of the names for green, for these emerald hours, while I still remember that even a stone’s hard cold can not refute the shoot’s stubborn need to bloom. --Julia Alter<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SqieNyNH1X4LOetoAqoq9tXGjjfum_wvsToq04nDeWclwPBf0HpEJSRDeDIoR9ZIjH52WlGB9ho8naoqdKoxFscThFoZMUHLujMBbtc0Gesv-zfCQr7bX0YVVPcdaCYvIxj6M0TZ9YXC/s640/blogger-image-492731265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SqieNyNH1X4LOetoAqoq9tXGjjfum_wvsToq04nDeWclwPBf0HpEJSRDeDIoR9ZIjH52WlGB9ho8naoqdKoxFscThFoZMUHLujMBbtc0Gesv-zfCQr7bX0YVVPcdaCYvIxj6M0TZ9YXC/s640/blogger-image-492731265.jpg"></a></div></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-26326920557631560142016-05-02T23:56:00.001-07:002016-05-02T23:56:22.454-07:00Finding Each Other--A Continuation of National Poetry Month<div><br></div><div>Hi Dazzler!</div><div><div><br></div><div>Today's poem is the beautiful "Finding Each Other" by Robin Lysne.</div><div>Enjoy!</div><div>And subscribe if you like!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/gLv9C_1wJDU">https://youtu.be/gLv9C_1wJDU</a><div><br></div><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Thank you!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Julia<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmWcSEmfG59RNw7ec3vNwYURqM8sPvUKf65W6JYBc6SBH_xWnDSA2f-77bb1Y-xjFtblrwJ6MrifQ8nk68q08CIMgqLPI_-HgYmetEVzKV2CqyZAlsuaLfmAMXLy2dtVvP6C5GxbVEx1z/s640/blogger-image-2123449079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmWcSEmfG59RNw7ec3vNwYURqM8sPvUKf65W6JYBc6SBH_xWnDSA2f-77bb1Y-xjFtblrwJ6MrifQ8nk68q08CIMgqLPI_-HgYmetEVzKV2CqyZAlsuaLfmAMXLy2dtVvP6C5GxbVEx1z/s640/blogger-image-2123449079.jpg"></a></div></span></div></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-60168104372151537032016-05-01T19:49:00.001-07:002016-05-01T19:49:44.188-07:00That Other Song--An Extended Celebration of National Poetry Month<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Hi Beloved!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div>I'm happy to extend the celebration of national poetry month by week to make up for the time when I lost my voice.</div><div><br></div><div>Today's poem is by a beloved teacher of mine and it's dedicated to a wonderful friend of ours so it's a wild pleasure to read this beauty of a poem, "That Other Song" by Amber Coverdale Sumrall. </div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/5OX5HCDKPBg">https://youtu.be/5OX5HCDKPBg</a><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv7ODM1i88Jq79gxHXpHjupCvXTrcZsKFOdw_6YPudr-BDnXJGhojuZT1YpVKl7fTZzbSHrOD5HC4oPrlo_a4AKqcGe13TyT3fUv4b4DEEBpnV__qMxsOZY0ZIDOa5qJ6aeDO7jgi7v_H/s640/blogger-image-659739904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEv7ODM1i88Jq79gxHXpHjupCvXTrcZsKFOdw_6YPudr-BDnXJGhojuZT1YpVKl7fTZzbSHrOD5HC4oPrlo_a4AKqcGe13TyT3fUv4b4DEEBpnV__qMxsOZY0ZIDOa5qJ6aeDO7jgi7v_H/s640/blogger-image-659739904.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Xoxo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Julia</div><br></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-90022400786197535702016-04-29T16:31:00.001-07:002016-04-29T16:31:32.952-07:00What Rises, Scalding--A National Poetry Month Selection<div>Hi Fabulous!</div><div>Happy National Poetry Month! Still!</div><div>I present to you, the illustrious Francesca Bell's poem, "What Rises, Scalding," recently published in B O D Y Literature.</div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/YrsViHoF6mc">https://youtu.be/YrsViHoF6mc</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjur2oiOeG_hWRDsG19y57zNwmYG_yKvy5ExzVDS6luCEdyKADFep5TLGB56_4vweYpLE0DefvSNaMuCJTCGXh7tc8zbby3Pdsi4PaEMdVJIxCnl9YbZOkipqWOKKzye0SRa7nErhIPPKZh/s640/blogger-image-1797014823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjur2oiOeG_hWRDsG19y57zNwmYG_yKvy5ExzVDS6luCEdyKADFep5TLGB56_4vweYpLE0DefvSNaMuCJTCGXh7tc8zbby3Pdsi4PaEMdVJIxCnl9YbZOkipqWOKKzye0SRa7nErhIPPKZh/s640/blogger-image-1797014823.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia Alter</div><div>Www.seizethedazzle.com</div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-37054629654844666352016-04-29T00:23:00.001-07:002016-04-29T00:23:00.610-07:00Gloria, A Monologue--National Poetry Month<div>Hi Friends!</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks for joining me for National Poetry </div><div>Month! </div><div><br></div><div>What an honor to share with you an excerpt from Robert Sward's, "Gloria, A Monologue."</div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/oRabvRGPQU8">https://youtu.be/oRabvRGPQU8</a><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIP-sSSxjrN7wShxmgh-Im9J5QVOW2YdC9GBjyEu5FvP6Nb5XJQNdDLmu_k3qTgajkjR5Hn_hG-EauTvgHypnx9RcvaL5whLLnBoEs8h1IXWzooHAWPj5sIpEWs6DLxHL4MEecJ2Andz3/s640/blogger-image-1683542353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIP-sSSxjrN7wShxmgh-Im9J5QVOW2YdC9GBjyEu5FvP6Nb5XJQNdDLmu_k3qTgajkjR5Hn_hG-EauTvgHypnx9RcvaL5whLLnBoEs8h1IXWzooHAWPj5sIpEWs6DLxHL4MEecJ2Andz3/s640/blogger-image-1683542353.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Love, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Julia</div><br></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-82647743637171298242016-04-28T10:06:00.001-07:002016-04-28T10:21:12.534-07:00A Litany for Survival--A National Poetry Month Selection<div>Hello!</div><div>Thank you for celebrating National Poetry Month with me! Today's poem was chosen by writer Ryane Nicole Granados and it is Audre Lorde's "A Litany for Survival."</div><div><br></div><div>Enjoy this profound and moving poem.</div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/nc6DpdK3V3E">https://youtu.be/nc6DpdK3V3E</a></div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://youtu.be/nc6DpdK3V3E"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxuvDxSabbQyrv_MswiiMnb05-d4PyjR3hU5bW5ojeUDrkZh6jPYxB7UkMt102dJF_jaFGIEzop5yjKuhna-DJTDqPFg1HbunkS_YObLEWAE-v1Dx_iIpHmlz4WUVh1zf9mNHXV42PJJp/s640/blogger-image--213601607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxuvDxSabbQyrv_MswiiMnb05-d4PyjR3hU5bW5ojeUDrkZh6jPYxB7UkMt102dJF_jaFGIEzop5yjKuhna-DJTDqPFg1HbunkS_YObLEWAE-v1Dx_iIpHmlz4WUVh1zf9mNHXV42PJJp/s640/blogger-image--213601607.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia Alter</div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-11554998015094695432016-04-26T23:57:00.001-07:002016-04-26T23:57:02.094-07:00"Johnny Wrote His Name"--National Poetry Month Celebration<div>Hi Superfriends!</div><div><br></div><div>Today's poem comes to you from the Viking poet himself, Todd Ivy! </div><div>Here is the powerful poem, "Johnny wrote his name."</div><div><br></div><a href="https://youtu.be/y9SjonnD8EI">https://youtu.be/y9SjonnD8EI</a><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oCgziNNeHPOyWh2Wb8X8mDAUVtKIynfsGWU3qubK6mD6bVR-t0pOQX7R4kEpQDqAaq6EPuDY_VBG734lSL5zi4GzuWAHeIfn0iM7qbKP0GYKRddHxeoUxoPCXD2w-coOzzb8cqsGVFre/s640/blogger-image-2092658101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oCgziNNeHPOyWh2Wb8X8mDAUVtKIynfsGWU3qubK6mD6bVR-t0pOQX7R4kEpQDqAaq6EPuDY_VBG734lSL5zi4GzuWAHeIfn0iM7qbKP0GYKRddHxeoUxoPCXD2w-coOzzb8cqsGVFre/s640/blogger-image-2092658101.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>Thank you for being here!</div><div><br></div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia</div></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-39982316711426234802016-04-25T23:58:00.001-07:002016-04-25T23:58:20.151-07:00Of Volcanoes & Donkeys...Celebrating National Poetry Month!Hi Jeweled One!<div><br></div><div>I'm happy to see you! It's still National Poetry Month! I lost my voice for a few days and I'm back with some great poems! Today you get two! </div><div><br></div><div>I give you January Handl's poem, "Fire and Ash": </div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/qr4asaoGpJY">https://youtu.be/qr4asaoGpJY</a></div><div><br></div><div>And you also get (lucky soul, you!) Bill Minor's poem "Bonaire, Palm Sunday" which was published in the Spring 2015 <i>Monterey Poetry Review:</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/jHgqBCHW12E">https://youtu.be/jHgqBCHW12E</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishClECqBqV13iVOnG8z8lZb3zeRf6UZ8jp1w2FX-tHY4wj23m7RtlvJ_bU3XljWhIWJ7LZJ-Q-ODFZHRIEa_nfqioKWpDl_BfkT3qXuJ5FHrLdaP3_IfeZo9J2YvPKCId_OE3W8lhnNYI/s640/blogger-image-517971049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishClECqBqV13iVOnG8z8lZb3zeRf6UZ8jp1w2FX-tHY4wj23m7RtlvJ_bU3XljWhIWJ7LZJ-Q-ODFZHRIEa_nfqioKWpDl_BfkT3qXuJ5FHrLdaP3_IfeZo9J2YvPKCId_OE3W8lhnNYI/s640/blogger-image-517971049.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>Xoxoxoxo,</div><div>Julia</div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-71373411174654319502016-04-22T10:32:00.001-07:002016-04-22T10:32:32.268-07:00An Earth Day Surprise!!! (What is it? What is it?)<div>Friends!! Good news!!! Editor and Chief Fabulosity Artist, Julia Osterc, has JUST released the first ever issue of Thrive True Magazine!!! 💜 </div><div><br></div><div>And among the beautiful artists and treasures is a fresh poem and some artwork of mine!!! Yippeeee!!! What an honor!! Happy Earth Day!!</div><div><br></div><div>Check it out here and let me know what you think!!! 💜💜💜</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://thrivetrue.com/thrive-true-e-zine/">http://thrivetrue.com/thrive-true-e-zine/</a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkS3sClU3_qAtiEXnqz_cAD91JYW0U9opYyim6xe6XRAAYe1rE90YFwmWfnyBeEE9oKG87chQOFhtOHc4D7vRymlGUqLcclkEr6Lsxju5hCky0b0S8m9khsK2oumofNVz3v5WniolHCoRT/s640/blogger-image--1892802698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkS3sClU3_qAtiEXnqz_cAD91JYW0U9opYyim6xe6XRAAYe1rE90YFwmWfnyBeEE9oKG87chQOFhtOHc4D7vRymlGUqLcclkEr6Lsxju5hCky0b0S8m9khsK2oumofNVz3v5WniolHCoRT/s640/blogger-image--1892802698.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Yay!!! </div><div>Enjoy!!!</div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia</div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-56960079122018573742016-04-21T19:25:00.001-07:002016-04-21T19:25:51.990-07:00A Tribute to Prince--"My Mother's Real Lovers"<div><div>Hi Dearly Beloveds,</div><div>What a devastating day, my loves. Here is a small offering from my heart. Just know that your art matters. </div><div><br></div><div>Prince, your music was (and is) in my dna. I drank it in, I danced it in, I sang your music into my cells as a little girl and the fibers of my heart grew around it. Thank you. Thank you. So many of us thank you. </div><div><br></div><div>May your wildly talented soul reign the kingdom of purple dreams always.</div><div><br></div><div><font color="#000000" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://youtu.be/pUdno0hCyHk" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">https://youtu.be/pUdno0hCyHk</a></font></div><div><br></div><div>Xoxo,</div><div>Julia Alter</div><div><br></div><div>Www.seizethedazzle.com</div></div><div><br></div><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MuhuT45P3z2HkwNmWz9QqVzlA_mj39JV_PZEqBkGYYvwiyPzFjMHuzOHGPV7A5Xa5UaYIPXCK1kO233I5J2DQHOCHnXPo-4x6yFGC5pvDF6AC_CKB7YXA3daQqO5VP4OkNKmcymnqpoS/s640/blogger-image-1030062956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MuhuT45P3z2HkwNmWz9QqVzlA_mj39JV_PZEqBkGYYvwiyPzFjMHuzOHGPV7A5Xa5UaYIPXCK1kO233I5J2DQHOCHnXPo-4x6yFGC5pvDF6AC_CKB7YXA3daQqO5VP4OkNKmcymnqpoS/s640/blogger-image-1030062956.jpg"></a></div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-85090813338038656712016-04-18T00:06:00.001-07:002016-04-18T00:06:42.787-07:00Moon From The Window--Happy National Poetry Month<div><div>Hi! </div><div>Thank you for joining me to hear a poem for national poetry month!</div><div><br></div><div>Here is the wildly talented, Dorianne Laux's poem "Moon from my Window" from her book "Facts About the Moon."</div><div><br></div><div><font color="#000000" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://youtu.be/eGIL4e6Hu-s" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">https://youtu.be/eGIL4e6Hu-s</a></font></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mUfpFXj8O8vdd2R3Olnik99rZpmhLl432kqXtOKvON_0UwdfGH7Roxy831wy4QIpZOM6GhDdMhZfDaNs4dOw0YjTaxC8_tu6Ypu2T_fObD6l3uGE8NtCrFBj0Ic8K3jOVxNULAZdeid0/s640/blogger-image-1378787368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3mUfpFXj8O8vdd2R3Olnik99rZpmhLl432kqXtOKvON_0UwdfGH7Roxy831wy4QIpZOM6GhDdMhZfDaNs4dOw0YjTaxC8_tu6Ypu2T_fObD6l3uGE8NtCrFBj0Ic8K3jOVxNULAZdeid0/s640/blogger-image-1378787368.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>For more, please subscribe.</div><div><br></div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia</div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><br>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-82498987438877621002016-04-14T23:51:00.001-07:002016-04-14T23:51:36.911-07:00Advice to Myself from These Found Lines--Day 13, National Poetry Month!<div>Hi Pumpkin!</div><div>I'm grateful that you joined me for this celebration of poems for national poetry month! </div><div><br></div><div>For me, poetry is about expansion. It's about expanding your connection to yourself...to the world...to others. It's about expanding your emotional range, your emotional depth. It's about expansiveness in your own consciousness and seeing things in a way that you would not necessarily have looked at them before reading or hearing a poem. Expanding the imagination so it becomes a territory you regularly inhabit. </div><div><br></div><div>Joyful, darling Martha Clark Scala invites this expansion in her poem, "Advice to Myself in These Found Lines." </div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/6op7xufSeaQ">https://youtu.be/6op7xufSeaQ</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGep8NB7dvwg9LGpJRuenSfaIk1yQAgPu4aEOQPfgzI_MNQRDCULndEtmZf9oAd5r0b09yuiLaXGzebJ4x6MJfcf474O7J-0Dgvm6vttVONFI2obpictn6UCnvP45KR1NmgCh5aulrj9NX/s640/blogger-image-367864300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGep8NB7dvwg9LGpJRuenSfaIk1yQAgPu4aEOQPfgzI_MNQRDCULndEtmZf9oAd5r0b09yuiLaXGzebJ4x6MJfcf474O7J-0Dgvm6vttVONFI2obpictn6UCnvP45KR1NmgCh5aulrj9NX/s640/blogger-image-367864300.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>If you like poems and goofballs like me, I invite you to subscribe! </div><div><br></div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia</div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7479403467084467375.post-17585708537311047012016-04-13T23:42:00.001-07:002016-04-13T23:42:04.089-07:00Ode--National Poetry Month Celebration, Day 12!<div>Hi Dahling!</div><div>Welcome to the national poetry month celebration! 2016! </div><div><br></div><div>Here is the incredible Kathryn Petrucceli's "Ode."</div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/4qA752GFvZE">https://youtu.be/4qA752GFvZE</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBICPsmxvbXiCgO4xUy8kjpzeBNjtQC2bfr6bvg6nP62c-Swc3Sz2J0IPLFUWsSI7-IbelBbunU5LYAqrcn0usLjJw4UFpt6-sFoqJq5QnvnpIO_mmhouZXnut5eoTop2fRPy5xUuNQJ7V/s640/blogger-image-1086390275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBICPsmxvbXiCgO4xUy8kjpzeBNjtQC2bfr6bvg6nP62c-Swc3Sz2J0IPLFUWsSI7-IbelBbunU5LYAqrcn0usLjJw4UFpt6-sFoqJq5QnvnpIO_mmhouZXnut5eoTop2fRPy5xUuNQJ7V/s640/blogger-image-1086390275.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>Enjoy! And remember to subscribe! 💋</div><div><br></div><div>Xo,</div><div>Julia Alter</div>Seize the Dazzle Arts and Inspirationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294509700922976977noreply@blogger.com0