Month: July 2011

Playing in Paint

By Tilly Rivers, July 2011

Yesterday I decided to play in paint. I think I’m a creative person, I do after all paint pictures with words, all authors do, we paint a scene, a land of fantasy for those reading, I can take some good pictures, and even once in a while some great ones. Others say I’m a photographer, for that I’m thankful, I certainly see things differently from most, my ‘beauty’ is not stream line that’s for sure. ~smiles~

Once in a blue moon, I will get the urge to play in paint. And playing is truly what it is, I have no skill, no teaching, and can’t draw a person or thing at all, my playing is just putting the paint on the canvas and seeing what happens, like yesterday, I gathered my art supplies, had to go out and buy some, and blew a layer of dust of others ~giggles~ and set to work, I asked the paint, and yes, you’re probably thinking I’m pretty silly at this point, and maybe you’re right, but I asked just the same- that the paint guide my hand, and let it go where it wanted, watched as the paint became alive, and the abstract art of my soul came to life.

I have included some pictures here.  I want to give a special shout out to my friend and amazing artist Nick Rose I envy his talent, he has the ability to make paint not only sing, but dance and play the guitar ~giggles~ he is a true master. I am mentioning him today because in a recent conversation we had, he told me that painting is about passion, and well,  I have plenty of that-passion that is, I

Playing in the paint, tilly rivers

truly adore life and everything about it…okay so NOT everything, I could live without the misquotes the size of bats when I’m visiting my sister in Muskoka ~giggles~ THANKS Nick, for telling me that- I hope you like what passion created yesterday.

Sending love on the wings of the wind

~T~

Tilly Rivers, playing in the paint

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Limbo

By Tilly Rivers

Limbo, Tilly Rivers

Lost in limbo

Between thoughts of what was and what could have been

Denial of reality with desires of fantasy

What was true for me, wasn’t true at all

What I thought was love, was a wisp of wind against my skin

Here-gone

Scared my heart will freeze—again

Hard as concert and steel -Nothing left inside to feel

Pain seems to be my constant

Lost in limbo

Between here and there, knowing all paths lead me nowhere

Surrounded with memories; promises, lies

When will this hell end?

 

This poem is copyright protected by international copyright law

So excited: Photo Book coming soon!

I’m truly excited about the creation of a photo book! My good friend Koren Arthur is going to put the words to my pictures, that will be fun, she is amazing with words, tongue-in-cheek one liners that make you think, smile or completely laugh, yes- out loud. ~smiles~

As I have so many pictures, I have asked her to pick the ones that ‘speak’ to her, a daunting task no doubt, as you see we are only picking about 200 photos, hell my Facebook albumsalone  have 8+ albums of more than 200 pictures each.

I love this pic!

It truly is an addiction you know, once you get the passion for taking pictures, once you discover that ‘hey’ I’m pretty good, and then others say: “Wow Tilly, this is amazing!”

That’s so awesome, as we all know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so for me it is truly mind-blowing that what you have captured; that piece of beauty,  not only speaks to you, but to others as well.

I have no idea yet what the title of the book will be, but I’m sure it will make itself known when the time is right.

Love & Hugs

~T~

 

Holy Crap It’s Hot Out There!

Hot nuf to fry an egg!

It’s a hot one in the city! Hot enough, as they say, to fry an egg! Well..I’m no myth buster, so I’m not sure if you can in fact fry an egg on a hot sidewalk or road, but it’s hot all the same.

Personally I’m loving it, I love the heat, I’m a summer baby, but I also escape from time to time inside to a nice cool air-conditioned house as well. ~smiles~ today though, they say it’s gonna be an even hotter of the hot days. These must be the dog-days-of-summer! Ever wonder where that phrase came from?

Dog Days” (Latindiēs caniculārēs) are the hottest, most sultry days of summer. In the northern hemisphere, they usually fall between early July and early September. In the southern hemispherethey are usually between January and early March. The actual dates vary greatly from region to region, depending on latitude and climate. Dog Days can also define a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress. The name comes from the ancient belief that Sirius, also called the Dog Star, in close proximity to the sun was responsible for the hot weather.

The Romans referred to the dog days as diēs caniculārēs and associated the hot weather with the star Sirius. They considered Sirius to be the “Dog Star” because it is the brightest star in the constellation Canis Major (Large Dog). Sirius is also the brightest star in the night sky. The term “Dog Days” was used earlier by the Greeks (see, e.g., Aristotle’s Physics, 199a2).

Dog Star: Sirius

The Dog Days originally were the days when Sirius rose just before or at the same time as sunrise (heliacal rising), which is no longer true, owing to precession of the equinoxes. The Romans sacrificed a brown dog at the beginning of the Dog Days to appease the rage of Sirius, believing that the star was the cause of the hot, sultry weather.

Dog Days were popularly believed to be an evil time “when the seas boiled, wine turned sour, Quinto raged in anger, dogs grew mad, and all creatures became languid, causing to man burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies” according to Brady’s Clavis Calendarium, 1813.

The modern French term for both this summer period (and for heat waves in general) “canicule”, derives from this same term. It means “little dog”, again referring to Sirius.

In Ancient Rome, the Dog Days extended from July 24 through August 24 (or, alternatively July 23-August 23). In many European cultures (GermanFrenchItalian) this period is still said to be the time of the Dog Days.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac lists the traditional timing of the Dog Days as the 40 days beginning July 3 and ending August 11, coinciding with the ancient heliacal (at sunrise) rising of the Dog Star, Sirius. These are the days of the year when rainfall is at its lowest levels.

source: Wikipedia

So here we are right dead center in the middle of the ‘dog days’ and man is Sirius a-barking…~giggles~ I couldn’t resist!

Love & Hugs

~T~

write me!

Write me!

My sister and I were talking on the phone the other day, yes we call each other often, our family has this amazing bond, oh sure we get into fits of “I hate you!” and as I am the youngest, and the brat of the bunch, I’m sure my temper tantrums are the loudest ~giggles~ but all in all we love each other dearly.

Stay tuned as tomorrow I am going to a surprise 60th birthday party slash family reunion, and my next blog posting could be totally different on the family love thing ~smiles~ and no before you ask, I won’t be spoiling the surprise at the last-minute, my eldest sister is Wilma Flinstone, she doesn’t even have a computer in her house. *shakes head* I know, crazy right?

Any way, as in my habit- I get sidetracked and ramble- what was I talking about again? Oh yes, the written letter….my middle sister and I ( as there are 3 girls in my family- me of course the smart, funny cute one- and my other two sisters: just kidding…see I told you I was the brat!) were talking about how no one writes a letter any more and throws it in the mail, you know- an honest to goodness letter, where *shock and horror* pen hits paper.

Typing a letter doesn’t count, all though it is I guess better than nothing- I’m beginning to wonder if anyone even knows how to write, or print- anymore?Maybe the children, as they are still taught how to in school- but this skill is soon lost when they get into the higher grades and all the assignments are typed out.

I will admit- I rarely do it, my hand writing looks like a Doctor on crack- and I use to have great hand writing, now it is chicken-scratches across a page. So I have decided to make more of an effort to ‘write’ letters, postcards, that sort of thing and toss them in the mail- just when ever- random, with no special time or occasion in mind. Sounds like fun hmmm?

Okay- that’s it- the thoughts in my mind for this Friday morning…wait correction, afternoon.

Sending love on the wings of the wind

~T~

 

Opening the Vault: Blast from the past/ PR about me (Tilly Rivers)

Layers

Removing the layers

Carol West, E-News, Journalist.

January 2010 (Niagara Falls, NY)-In my span of thirty plus years as a freelance entertainment journalist, I have found few writers that can not only switch genres but write from all angles; usually an author sticks to one genre, specializes in their field one might say.  However I have recently discovered a writer that has is capable of changing her spots.

The layers of Tilly Rivers are baffling, she wrote a horror story; for fun, pens poems that leave the writer, more often than not, thinking long after the final phrase is read, manages to create tingling sensations with her erotica,and recently has stepped into my arena; the media with her new project Main Street Magazine, or recently called MSM.

What impresses me the most is that her writings are not only good no matter the theme, but raw, real and sticks-to-you. This is a talent, some of us are lucky enough to write well, others even luckier to be paid for our talent,and become masters in our field, I have met very few that are master story tellers in some many arenas.

What is that saying; Jack-of-all-trades, but master-at-none? Certainly not the case here, I researched Ms. Rivers, as all good journalists do, dug deep for any dirt, as any great journalist does. What did I discover? That while she has made enemies,and is certainly the envy of many, she is what she seems. Simply a great writer!

In one of the interviews she is quoted as saying she was “born to write.” No argument here, it appears she was also born to help others through MSM, being it writing or cooking, her goal these days is being the gaffer.

In another interview, Rivers says that she is blessed with daily abundance,and wants to give back to the universal energy. Personally I do not understand the new-age law-of-attraction mumbo-jumbo, but I do get giving back. I also know for many giving back is a way of getting more publicity, self-serving, than genuine caring.  I do not get that feeling about Ms. Rivers

So, I tip my hat to you Ms. Rivers, as I removed the layers, what I discovered was a magical pen in your hands!

-END-

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What’s It Like To Die?

Tilly Rivers

Copyright, 2011

Dying

What's it like to die?

Life is different they say- when you know you’re going to die

That is such a lie

The fight, the struggle, the why

Plays games with your mind- games of twists and turns, worms eating holes

Emotional ups and downs

Nothing like how they say it should be on T .V.

Bucket list- bullshit- the pains to great- your energy is spent

Poems are written about how smells are sweeter, food tastes better, the sun is brighter

Bullshit I say

If you did not appreciate these things before, you’re just going to suddenly ‘miss’ them all the more?

No, you carry with you in death the things you did in life.

Times when you want to scream: “Fuck it- do it- take me now!”

Times you when curl up and cry like a baby begging to stay

Do you love more? No, you love the same, you SAY it more, try to SHOW it more, in case someone forgets- forgets you loved them, forgets you.

Then you stop saying it, so you can let them go.

The greatest fear? As time goes on and they heal, will they forget me, as if i was never here?

What’s it like to know you are dying?

At times it’s very beautiful, times it is very ugly

You need to come to terms with your demons

What is my fear? That I didn’t matter.

That as much as I loved you, loved you with all that I am, that in time it will be forgotten

Then I say: “Selfish bitch!”  Of course they need to heal, to forget, to move on- to LIVE!

And I cry

I cry for me- in this place I am truly alone.