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Celebrating April With POETRY!


Our new theme for April is PLANT. Whether we’re celebrating the arrival of spring in the evidence of plants all around us, placing something in the ground so it can grow, planting ideas, or planting ourselves, in April we will spend time ruminating on the growth of great things from small beginnings.

Apropos to that, our project for Mondays through the month of April is to share POETRY, and the art of conveying so much with just a little.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be they sonnets, limericks, or rhymes
Link yours up and we’ll visit them too!

Please be sure to include a link back to this post, and visit others who have linked up and show some love to your fellow community!

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Jade’s Musical Inspiration #BPCreates

Once upon a time, I used to be a dancer. Not, like, professional or anything, but I did love to dance. It put me in a great community of women – not like the kind who go to Juilliard and tear the competition down, but the kind that loves to celebrate each other, femininity, and womanhood. It made me feel powerful, earthy, and womanly – not to mention, an hour of dancing is way fun and an hour of running sucks b*lls (no offense, runners).

I use music in my writing most especially to set tone and mood. If there’s a particular note of angst, drama, melancholy, or swelling ache that I want to hit in my stories, I put on an appropriate song and play it over and over and over again until my writing hits the notes in the song.

But the song I want to share with you is one that hasn’t (yet) influenced my writing. It’s from my dancing days. And I share it with you because when the prompt mentioned music, this is the one that called from my heart. I had danced to it, and I always loved the way the notes trickled and rolled over my body, bending down my back, and spilling out my fingertips and toes.

It’s this one: Red House Painters’ Song for a Blue Guitar.

I couldn’t even tell you in words what this song speaks to me, I can only dance it. It makes me want to cry. And it makes me want to dance.

I hope you want to dance it too.

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Over the next few weeks we are looking at how music can and does inspire our writing. Do you use music? Has a particular song inspired you? Leave the song, or a link to your writing playlist on Spotify, we’ll be putting together a BPB Writing Playlist to share with you over the next few weeks.

Writing Me: Tradition

‘Tis the season of hayrides and pumpkin pies, costumes and candy corn, drifting leaves that turn into falling snow and crisp mornings with flannel sheets and chunky sweaters that lend way to days full of tradition. What does the word tradition make you think of? What does it make you feel? Is there a tradition you partake in every year, or one from your childhood that stands out?

Take the word TRADITION and tell us what it means to you.

Go where your words and recollections take you. A few lines, or dozens, in whatever form moves you, write as your heart responds to the prompt.

Starting today {and below!} we will feature our own writers. After that we would love to feature you {yes, YOU!} and your piece here on the Bigger Picture Blog. We would love to encourage and support our community in this writing exercise, and we hope you all will join us!

There are two ways to get involved:

1. You can write your own Tradition piece, grab our Writing Me button {above} and post onto your blog any time. Link up here to join in our community.

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2. Be one of our guest writers and have your post featured on our blog! Complete this form and we will email you with a feature date and information for submissions.


Today’s post comes to us from Corinne...



 Starting in October we have a swell of birthdays in our family. And holidays… it goes something like this: birthday, birthday, Halloween, birthday, Thanksgiving, CHRISTMAS{!!}, New Years, birthday, birthday, birthday, birthday, Valentine’s Day… and then we rest.

These months are filled with traditions. Big ones: homemade birthday cakes, gifts, special breakfasts and carefully chosen birthday dinners, pumpkin picking, costumes, gratitude lists, pumpkin pie, mom’s stuffing, handmade ornaments, holiday baking, handmade gifts, snowflakes taped onto windows, movie nights, Christmas light drives, and on and on and on.

But the traditions I hold deepest in my heart happen on the inbetween days. The days where we exclaim our favorite bright red tree, and hear the crunch of leaves beneath our feet. The days when we make cookies just because the weather has gotten colder and the kitchen needs some extra warmth. The days where snow gently falls and mittens dawn our hands and we shovel for hours, and we come inside with pink noses and cheeks to hot cocoa and a viewing of our favorite winter movies {either The Snowman or The Polar Express}. The first day we pull out hats and scarves for a beach walk, and feel the solace and beauty of being alone in a vast space with waves crashing and breath chilled. The days where glasses fog when you come inside from the cold…

All of these small moments, they are traditions of the seasons. I hold them close, as they make up my days. Tradition can be small… tradition can be beautiful and simplistic. Tradition comes from within and is pulled out by a want to do it again {whatever the it may be} every year. Tradition warms the heart and tugs at us from years past… bringing us full circle and into the now.