Introducing: The Dreamer


Introducing Jenn Ryan, an original player in the Books for Walls Project game.  Without Jenn's insights, support and know-how we just wouldn't be where we are today!  Henceforth she will be known as: The Dreamer.  Please give her a big warm welcome!

Favorite Book: I do not have just one favorite text.  Here are a few: 
Favorite Poem: Oh gosh, how to decide? How Poems are Made: A Discredited View, Alice Walker and Finding Her Here, Jayne Relaford Brown --Read both poems at the end of the post.
Current Favorite Series: Elizabeth George (all) and Sue Grafton (all) both are guilty pleasures sought and found during a time in my life when I flew around the country/world monthly for work (Thank you Auntie C!)
Favorite Genre: Contemporary fiction
Favorite Author: Alice WalkerChris BohjalianMichael PerryAnais NinBarbara Kingsolver, so many others!
Favorite Place: The water’s edge, post sweaty and exhilarating hike
Favorite Color: Indigo/Violet
Favorite Tree: Weeping Willow
Musical Instrument:  Although I love a funky clavinet, a tremulous acoustic bass, as well as a convulsing slide-guitar (dobro and pedal steel), true to heart too, is the acoustic and bone-slapping electric guitar.
Favorite Pastime:  Being right in the center of creating in the studio space of either art room or kitchen—surrounded, the assorted media could be journal/laptop/favorite purple pen; paint, glue, brush; or myriad ingredients on their way to becoming fragrant and mouth-watering. Good music is playing in the background—I am fully immersed, effervescent in my happy mood, truly present and doing exactly what I love
Hobbies:  Brainstorming the ‘dream’ of my life, running and sweating and playing sports like basketball and tennis, reading and marking up the text, creating handmade note cards, assembling care packages, hiking in the woods, remembering to breathe all the way to my toes, playing Scrabble, discovering something that makes me react, learning.
Favorite Movie:  The Royal Tenenbaums, A River Runs Through It
Favorite Food:  That which has been spice-i-fied. Burn baby burn
Favorite Time of Day: weekend:  morning’s ‘brunch’ time; weekday: evening.
Favorite Quote:  “Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.” Maggie Kuhn
The Sisters giving The Dreamer
a smooch sandwich.
What I like about the Books for Walls Project:  Everything, everything, everything! But most of all, the fact that daily, I am encouraged and excited to think, contribute, share, and grow AND that daily, I am inspired by the words of others (it is like my senior
seminar class in college—something I would love to take every week day for the rest of my life!)
Why I want to be a regular Contributor:  In order to keep my sweet-souled creative, literary side nurtured and satiated.
Some of my ideas/suggestions/thought/hopes for the Project:  My great hope is for the project to be read about by Michelle Obama and her girls (and the Mr. too!) and for The Mom, The Dad, The Big Sister and The Little Sister to be guests on the Oprah Winfrey show so that word can spread like wildfire and the whole-world can live in peace and harmony by way of BOOKS!!!!
My Favorite BFW's Challenge so far:  All!!  Especially: Haiku Your Book and What Are You Reading RIGHT NOW!
Please add anything you would like the world of BFW's readers to know about YOU:  I call my dad, “Daddio."  I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.  I love glitter eye shadow.  I have a bouncy ball collection.

To read The Dreamer's favorite poems click on the read more link beneath the share button.

Finder Her Here
Jayne Relaford Brown
I am becoming the woman I’ve wanted,
grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted,
cracked up by life
with a laugh that’s known bitter
but, past it, got better,
knows she’s a survivor--
that whatever comes,
she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep 
weathered basket.
I am becoming the woman I’ve longed for, 
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender,
the growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons
and sunrises
I find her becoming,
this woman I’ve wanted,
who knows she’ll encompass,
who knows she’s sufficient,
knows where she’s going
and travels with passion.
Who remembers she’s precious,
but knows she’s not scarce--
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.
How Poems Are Made: A Discredited View
By Alice Walker 

Letting go In order to hold one 
I gradually understand
How poems are made.  
There is a place the fear must go.
There is a place the choice must go.
 
There is a place the loss must go.
The leftover love.
The love that spills out
Of the too full cup
And runs and hides
Its too full self
In shame. 
I gradually comprehend
How poems are made.
To the upbeat flight of memories.
The flagged beats of the running
Heart. 
I understand how poems are made.
They are the tears
That season the smile.
The stiff-neck laughter
That crowds the throat.
The leftover love.
I know how poems are made. 
There is a place the loss must go.
There is a place the gain must go.
The leftover love.

4 comments:

  1. The Dreamer is also a masterful cookie baker and has more tricks up her sleeves to bring smiles to people's faces --oh and she is a letter writer and sends them in the MAIL! We are so happy to have her!

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  2. Deborah Ryan10:20 AM

    I am so happy to have her too...
    Her wisdom...her ambition...her imagination...
    her smile...her love...her grace...
    God truly blessed us when He gave her
    to "Daddio" and I. (her Mom)

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  3. I'm very blessed to have The Dreamer in my life!

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  4. She is also an eel wrangler, lover of soy latte's and a really good friend.

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