Desert Island Picks.

SnapDragon’s Top Ten Albums: Pick #3.

Hi! And welcome to the latest addition to my Desert Island Picks.

In case you missed my little advertisement, I’ve decided to award ten–yes, only tentop albums of my life.

And when I say ‘album’, I mean the entire album, friends. The whole record. Not some compilation or mix tape. I put in the CD, crank up the volume on quality speakers, and let the artist’s creation come to life.

You know. How it was intended.

All right. Now that we’ve cleared that up, let us continue!

. . .

Dude.

You may have noticed that it’s been a while since my last Top Ten Albums post.

And it maaaay be because I’m hyperventilating with self-induced pressure.

We’re in the top three, yo. And I don’t want to fuck it up!

These last three albums mean more to me than I could ever say.

Consider them. . . the holy trinity in artistic creation.

They’re friggin’ perfect.

And it’s my sincere hope that you find time to enjoy them, friend.

On we go.

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#3: Ram by Paul and Linda McCartney (1971)

Image borrowed from Wikipedia.

I fell in love with Paul McCartney when I was 14.

Oddly enough, this was in the year 2001, and not 1964.

It truly was a love at first sight. But, more on that for Pick #2. (Hint hint!)

Paul McCartney, man.

He is the epitome of an artist: the real goddamn deal.

If I were ever to tattoo my body, it would undoubtedly be a portrait of this beautiful, soulful, optimistic, and incredibly talented human being. (Certainly a shot of him with his beard, circa 1969 or so.)

Yeah. I’m obsessed.

But ANYWAY.

Ram: It’s a folksy. It’s earthy. It’s whimsical and layered, in pure Paul fashion.

It makes me want to walk barefoot through a garden, singing and laughing as I pluck tomatoes straight from the vine.

It’s everything Paul does well, rolled up into a delicious, satisfying meal.

And so, my Dear Reader (Listener!) I will let the album speak for itself.

Please: Do yourself the favor of Ramming on.

(she smiles because she has so much more to say about this album, yet is at a complete loss for words)

. . .

Oh yeah. I won’t be listing my favorite tracks for these top three albums. It’s just. . . impossible.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer and artist who drinks close to 70 ounces of water each day.

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Two-Bit Musings.

500 and Counting, Yo.

Woah! Maybe Snap’s got something to say after all?

(she shrugs and smiles)

. . .

Hey hey hey!

I got notified by the WordPress fairies that I have over 500 followers!

I feel like a cool kid! Like the belle of the ball!

Like. . . the world is my friggin’ oyster, yo!

(whispers: “Wait . . . Who’s SnapDragon?”)

. . .

So stay tuned for more Two-Bit Musings.

More Desert Island Picks.

More treasures from the Book Nook.

More art.

More fun.

More half-witted reflections on this fumbling, bumbling experience we call life.

‘Cuz we in this together, love.

And I thank you.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, reader, painter, collector of funky earrings, and old-soul drinker of coffee, in all of its glorious forms.

Follow if you dare. (Or if you’re bored. Either one.)

Two-Bit Musings.

Unpeeled.

Hi.

. . .

Hello there, Dear Reader. Whoever and wherever you are, love.

How magical it is that we’re meeting here in cyberspace. Complete strangers, living our little lives.

Perhaps we’re a continent or two apart. Or maybe we’re neighbors unbeknownst.

Yet we’re in each other’s homes, in each other’s lives.

Here. Now.

And maybe by the time your eyes skim these uploaded words, your blue light glasses trying their damndest to let you read just one more post, chapter, or page, I’ll have curled up beneath the comforter and drifted to a much-needed dreamless sleep.

And yet our words stay up. Alert. Dedicated.

Alive.

. . .

Who:

SnapDragon X. Writer of fictions, writer of poetry. Lazy painter of cartoonish women in the nude. Homemaker just barely keeping her head above the dishwater. Out-of-the-traditional-classroom educator. Atheist. CD-lover. Former makeup-wearer.

What:

Experiencing feelings of preoccupation; dysphoria; anger; bloat. Also: bliss; synesthesia; rebirth; gratitude.

Where:

(she writes down her precise mailing address in neat, all-capital letters)

When:

All of the todays.

Why:

Doesn’t want to be someone who blindly goes through life, unquestioningly eating the fodder before her. Wants to consume the arts with abandon but also create with purpose. Wants her house, her clothes, her tastes to be unapologetic reflections of her chipped-teacup kind of soul.

How:

Sixty seconds. Sixty minutes. Bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

. . .

SnapDragon is a weirdo artist who self-identifies as a curvy-petite badass.

Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for musings from her outspoken, RV-traveling, book-and-TV-obsessed life.

Two-Bit Musings.

A Collection of Magical Moments.

Lady Snap appreciates the little things, yo. (And the not-so-little).

In View, 2020. Pennsylvania.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

A Good Day to you, my Dear Reader.

And greetings from Snap and Sweet Husband’s Study, which is adorned with architect-like, chalkboard-drawing wallpaper. Pendleton comforter. Window admitting a delicious array of morning sun.

I’ve got coffee breath, and chocolate donut taste on my tongue.

The denim covering my legs is comfortable, with authentically-acquired tears and paint splatters. Cozy plum-colored sweater. Three precise spritzes of Björk & Berries perfume. Scandinavian honeymoon memories.

. . .

Perhaps I feel like the truest version of myself while in fiction.

. . .

There are so many magical moments in this life. So many chance encounters, decadent desserts, and quality pages to be read.

I’ve sojourned through a period of mourning, for all that was and will no longer be.

And, it’s done, love. Over. Finished.

Time to let it vanish in the October breeze, and to focus on the here and now.

. . .

I am extremely strong.

I might not be able to do pull-ups like I did in high school, but I kick ass in ways that matter, yo.

My body won’t win any beauty contests, but will accomplish so many incredible feats. Journeys. Pleasures.

It will withstand a lifetime of joys and sorrows.

(she gives herself a tender hug)

. . .

I kiss works of art on the lips.

. . .

I revel in the simplicity of life.

I live free from dogma of any and all variety.

I recognize how many things can go wrong in this world, so I savor every opportunity I can.

Because no one will remember how cute my makeup was or the numbers on that merciless scale.

They will remember the laughs, the loyalty. The singing. The passionate pleas to appreciate real music.

The being.

. . .

I, just like you, Dear Reader, am forever changing.

And yet we’re the same.

And so very fucking beautiful.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, artist, teacher, mom, reader, sleeper, and probably too-much-coffee-drinker.

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(Or don’t. It’s cool.)

Tuesday Talks.

New Feature on Snippets of SnapDragon, yo!

Hello, Dear Readers!

There’s a New Feature here on Snippets of SnapDragon!

It’s called “Tuesday Talks”. As the name suggests, each Tuesday I’ll offer a post with a specific question to spark discussion among us blogging friends.

Please note that while passionate, lively discussion is welcomed, disrespectful hate speech is NOT. But I’m sure you’re better than that, and this disclaimer is overkill, right? Okay, good. I thought so.

Anyway, stay tuned!

Love,

SnapDragon X.

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SnapDragon is a writer, painter, and lover of wine and exotic cheeses.

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Two-Bit Musings.

Little Bird.

It’s a gorgeous autumn morning here in Pennsylvania.

It’s a crisp 56 degrees Fahrenheit with a gentle display of sun.

Quick Snapshot, 2019. Pennsylvania. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

My kitchen window is open, I have a decaf iced coffee before me, and Father John Misty sings beautifully in the background.

It’s a good day.

I like to watch the birds hop among the fallen leaves. Their twig-like legs propel them into a dance with the neighborhood squirrels.

Enjoy this planet, little lovelies. It’s your home, too.

I also like to think about how simple this life can be.

Sure, each of us comes from a different place.

No matter our age, we all carry our own lifetime of experience.

Uncertainty. Trial and error. Family. Friendship. Fun.

We’re all here, just trying to make our days meaningful.

So pour yourself a glass of water (with extra ice!), swipe on your favorite lip balm, and remember that you have every right to be here.

You’re one-of-a-kind.

You’re strong.

And you can do this.

We need you.