Life is an enormous blessing. Creativity fulfills potential. Purpose challenges and gives good reason for whatever is done. Remembering brings gratitude. Faith, Hope, and Love are guiding principles.
I have been contemplating letting the large traps of social media go. There is much about those sites I find annoying. The commercialization, the fiction that they are social, and the fact there is so little of my friends’ original content I see when I visit, confound me.
Here, I can write without much worry of plagiarism. I can always post my links there. Another thing is that it is an election year, and the politicization of the whole social media universe is worrisome.
I have not posted here in some time. Most of what I have written has gone on social media; that is shameful of me. Will I do better? I should hope so. Seeing the wide open field of white, awaiting my words, almost convinces me I am at home.
A writer, should to earn the title, write. I would be well served to remember this fact.
What of you, are you allowing your creativity to shape your days, or some few spare moments, at least?
To what conviction Do I owe fascination? Grackles the breeze own.
Gratitude List I am thankful: 1. No ads chase me here. 2. Wearing shorts in April (all Winter, in fact). 3. Air-conditioning. 4. I have the Explorer. 5. It is Friday.
I finished ‘However, Whatever, Wherever, Whenever, Why? Volume 13,’ a few days early. After careful deliberation over my choices, I chose this journal handmade by Disabled and Homeless persons. It may have been stored for as many as 25 years. ( I keep things forever.)
I am considering beginning a new Creativity Project on Haphazard Creative and Chronicles. I do not know where 2023 will open doors or lead me, but am excited to begin it.
I hope the New Year will bring us all many blessings and joy. If you like, join me here, and we can explore possibilities together.
Best wishes for your wellness and growth. Be prepared to accept the abundance coming your way.
We are all treasures from the hands of the Creator, and good things are stored up for us. We must be courageous to grasp the opportunities that come our way. Walking into the future with Love, good fortune will find us.
Starting and ending are easy, but the middle gives life to the story. The morass of details, building, deconstructing, together and apart, is where we find meaning for the first and last. As creators, we test ourselves and find the elements we are made from in the uncharted country that stretches infinite inside our boundaries.
Sometimes, the mistakes are where we learn the best and the most when we create. Never be afraid of failure or the line that goes awry. We can recover, but never beginning or stopping when things get difficult serves no one. Perfection is a myth; it can hold us prisoners; creation is the goal, and sometimes the process is messy.
Writing can be bizarre. We work on one thing, then find parts and pieces, fit puzzle-like with our other work. Such was my experience today; it was like chunking ideas at a mind map.
Urgent Origin
1. Love sometimes silent Makes one wily and wary; Trust, a butterfly, Some pick the brightly colored Wings off and set them aflame.
Slaking emotion Within a stranger desire, Holding back the truth, When unbeknownst, tears fall warm – Milk curdled in noonday sun.
2. Some secrets have ways Of bleeding out over time, Leaving stains behind Hard to cover in the mind Or in person, once you find.
Everyday becomes Barred captivity with no Date set for release, Creativity invents Dialogues, reasons, endless.
Tears you comprehend But cannot ever explain To those who must pry Into the brown-paper wrapped Packages under bleary eyes.
3. Who knows the flashes Of memory making you? Is your life managed In black boxes mentally? Can anyone explain fear?
When you smile, statements, Does someone care, understand? Years play melodies Like guitars, dice, ivory – Peddle pleasures, distant names.
No pictures remain Glass burst, broken, twisted frames; To travel back, no, Claims upon the shattered heart Too costly to rearrange.
Winners rode away Without regret meant to say – Drowning in bottles Forsaking the meaning – Love – Ravens, dark dirges – black sing.
Still, shrill the ailing, Lonely wails, no one listens, The darkness alone Harbors shadows whoever It was and somehow might be.
Castaway – leave shore, Dump boxes full of shame, woe, Let bad temper go, Find the self anew, made free Voyage into what agrees.
Prompt As you work, see how you handle middles. Do you have beginnings and endings within them? Create inside, but aside your boundaries. Share your experience if you wish.
Gratitude I am thankful: 1. Today, I had an opportunity to talk to my son, Alex. 2. The weather may become colder again. 3. I created a lot today. 4. I can determine how I employ my creativity. 5. Life is like origami; every fold adds value to the whole.
Sometimes you must lose To learn to win graciously. Sometimes your heart breaks, To make room for love again. Suffering can teach you How to live more freely. Disappointment gives a chance For an increased appreciation of joy. When you hit the bottom Your energy renews for the climb. When you are left empty, alone, You discover your faithful friends. When everything is gone, nothing left, You reach for God and find Him there. If your happiness disappears, with delight, Jesus can restore your pleasure, full-measure. If you need more than you are able God can provide fulfillment plentifully. Nothing is over unless you quit Winners like you, keep going, getting up.
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