Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
I’ve finally released my first song. It’s about discovering — when I graduated from high school — more about who I was (and am). How well did you know yourself when you were in school? Can you see the beginnings of who you are today in your youth? Were you in touch with the real you […]
YET – first sing-songwriter release from Stan Stewart Read More »
It’s raining here in Ithaca. This was the weekend for a video shoot, but that’s not going to happen in the rain. This Spring has been such a weird mixture; as if the seasons are mixed up. I also had a chance to visit relatives in Florida, so I have that reminder that the sun
Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived. ~ Sören Kierkegaard This is the third in a trilogy of posts based on quotes. Thanks again to Snow Brooks for the challenge. I didn’t follow the rules and I still got a lot out of it. Mystery Sometimes, it’s important
Doing creativity for praise is ego suicide. ~ Kirby Curtis This post is the second in a trilogy of blogs based on quotes. It seems strange to me that Curtis’ words can ring so true and be so hard to stick to. Perhaps it’s not this way for everyone. In my current recording project, I’ve certainly
Life is not a drill. I don’t get to rehearse Until one day It’s suddenly The performance. Even when I Am alone, Everything I do Is on stage. Getting my act Together Is a really good idea. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Suspended in this Digression from The season that has Supposedly arrived, I hang between snow And sun. Drawn to each one In its own way, I hover. Distracted, each Longing takes Me further from what Is right in front of me Until desire and longing Come together, Making now and Now and now all that
Leftover leaves Crunch softly underfoot As I wander to the creekside. There The sunshine warms my face, Amplifying what fleece had Already done. Buds beckon from nearby branches But I fear they Are destined to wither In a predicted freeze. All four seasons seem Rolled into a confused Ripple that waves goodbye, Jettisons across the
What if Today is all There is. Today is all There is. There is Today. What if There is Today. ~ a spontaneous micro-poem by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Covering the deep, Watery abyss Is a haunting, Menacing rock. It stays cold until The hottest days Of Summer. So if you want The warmth now, Dive and dive And dive again. Explore and delve The abyss. From above, It looks like a frightening Hole, but inside You will find an Opening beyond All imagining.
Well is a hole You dig to get water. Well is healthy (Especially after illness). Well is what happens To eyes filled with Sadness and Joy. Well, well, well. ~ spontaneously composed #micropoem by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright © 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
