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.
Rebel Yell by Billy Idol It’s Only Rock and Roll by The Rolling Stones I Write the Songs by Barry Manilow The Grand Illusion by Styx Get Down, Make Love by Queen Some Like It Hot by Power Station Closer by The Firm
I have moved to this list of songs in the last little while after doing an hour and a half working on some grooming for the Tribble.
Earlier today, I finally made it to town for medication, groceries, and sodas. I was dying without soda.
Before all of this transpired, I wrote in my journal, but the music and my movement had my heart rate up to 139, and I think I will do this tonight.
How is one exact, But Also outside, in doubt? The mind is never A closed system, It knows those things, But It allows room for fault. Variables inject deviation From what seems inevitable, This present; what we, as humans Know Here is subject to unmaking. Change is a complete Norm, though norms, might Be terms to use most Sparingly, Because difference is Encountered in everything. Each creation of God – Is fashioned unique; All We see, know, are, have, Is individual, ours here To experience within The sampling being We Are and constant construct. When we awake, rise, We are like the day, beginning Anew, potential Envelopes Us in endless possibility, Loved, creative, free. Nothing is beyond our Capacity to learn, But Scattered uncertainty Grows wild as weeds in Gardens of delighted insight A misstep, an accident, Suddenly, We are gone – All we gathered, amassed, Lost as if, We never even happened.
We sketch our lives in Invisible ink on these walls Of air, earth, fire, flesh; We pass like roses, beauty, Only present a short while. Our hands busy, selves, Creating foundations for Futures never ours, Generations we offer Our best gifts, accomplishments. Now, we sing against Doubt, fear, insecurity – Fighting shadow blight Where the fruit will flourish, brave, In gardens of delight, saved From degradations, We erase with consistent Labor over years Paying in earnest, never Letting faith, hope, slip away. Love, our guiding light Though we fade in brightest glare, Almost completely Unknown, contributing hearts To lives, we wish to see free. Words cannot bring Every dream into being, But speaking, a tool, Purpose-built to encourage Change within lives reached, inspired. Plentiful, we, examples Scattered over time, what minds Mend, creating more sublime, Love, part an art, taught hands-on Driving history toward grace Still, counting every life, face, A precious gift to embrace, With confidence, each person Has meaning, purpose, reason, Position in time and space.
Writing is the thing that teaches us to understand the experience we cannot command or comprehend. Living is a riot, constant impressions, wild digressions, unbanished obsessions, mythic approximations, and passionate exhibitions.
Love is real, no poetic fairytale; it sometimes bites with destructive force. There are other times it breathes life back into a being near become a cold, bloodless corpse. Heedless, love carries headless need into ages where hearts aflame assuage the blame for falling again.
I. When what you most want Remains beyond ability You become adept Using CREATIVITY To fulfill some hopes and dreams.
II. I am not ideal But being real is enough For those loving me.
III. I have discovered The wild child passionate self Does exist still.
IV. I could sing you blue, Golden, or bright rainbow hues; I would disappear In the arrangement of notes, Unrecognized within you.
V. Love plays, tackling us, In fields where flowers obey Injunctions to fade; We are colors resisting What makes delight history.
Prompt: Create something showing how writing or art rescue from the forgetfulness of greedy insanity.
Thankfulness: No television to distract. Productiveness. Moleskine. Love. Creativity.
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