Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
Color Music is a way of creating color in sound waves. Where I live, it is Autumn. That means that color is everywhere. The cooler air is colored differently, diffusing sunlight and moonlight in ways that seem to decorate everything we can see with our human eyes. Majestic sunsets turn more vibrant than ever in Autumn’s […]
Whatever I am right now, I have created out of the raw materials given to me. Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly. Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing. Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer and bigger the next time they
Please click here read my updated views on Patreon. Patronage Everyone who becomes a patron is royalty. Everyone who receives patronage is an artist. Well, that’s an idyllic concept of “patron of the arts” anyway. Certainly, in my eyes, being a patron of the arts is a beautiful way to further beauty and creativity in
I didn’t see her fall the first time By the time I saw her lying there Two other passersby had Already stopped to give her aid I stopped my car with a jolt Pressed the four-way flashers And leapt into the street I could tell by the stress in the helpers’ voices The first fall had
There is a new version of this song! I hope you’ll also give it a listen and read the rest of the story in this post: Quake – a song revisited. Loma Prieta I still remember the day vividly in my imagination. Only weeks prior to that day, I had moved into an apartment in
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Each entry Onto the stage Is another chance To step up To who I am Becoming. Neither Theatre Nor life Are a competition With the other Beautiful Actors on the Real or Metaphorical Stage. However much I may strive to Memorize my lines, The next entrance Will always in so Many ways Be another improvisation, Another
Be sure to listen to the song that this story inspired; plus, read the rest of the story: Love Is On Repeat. Murmurs Since I was a boy, I’ve been told by physicians that I have a heart murmur. The doctors tried to explain how it was a sound alongside the beat of my heart. They
This will be a very short post. It may not be the same for everyone, but sometimes words get in the way of my imagination. Twitter has been a good “teacher” in this regard. By forcing me to limit my verbalization to 140 characters, it allows the imagination to emerge in place of more words. One
Well, there he is again. Sure, I thought he was gone. I forgot that he is not here To haunt me; Only to bring the lesson Of my life back to my Heart Again and again. For the heart of the Boy on a bicycle Was surely broken. Yes, it’s been mended Again and again.
When there are rumblings — literal and metaphorical — around the world, it’s easy to be affected by them. That’s what happened to me. First, the earthquake in Nepal had been in the news for days. Friends have started to respond with music and other artforms. My friend, Cornflower, offers one beautiful example. I’m already
