A Little Tidbit…

~Inspirational Writing~
 
I consider Inspirational Writing that word or phrase that grabs the heart, and touches the soul. This sort of writing moves us to be the best of who we really are. It gives us wings to soar above the disasters of everyday living. It contributes to the cosmos that surrounds us. Inspirational writing illuminates the darkness bringing hope and joy.

To be inspired nourishes a connection to creative energy. People generally accomplish more when living creatively. Inspiration brings clarity, and clarity defines us. When each of us creates, we touch the depths of being, and we are whom we choose to be.

Belief begets thought, thought begets word, word begets deed; and things materialize in our worlds. Nothing is without worth.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Fiction…

I’m Feeling Much Better Now
Chapter One Part Two

 

As the store comes in sight, she sees three police cars with blue lights flashing pulled up near the doors. Her stomach clenches and she parks hastily. She runs toward the building.

Deidre is standing in the entryway surrounded by police officers. Jada catches her breath and opens the door.

“I’m okay boss,” Deidre exclaims brushing tears from her pale cheeks.

“What happened?” Jada asks.

“Just another day in the neighborhood,” says one of the police officers.

Jada stares and the man who made the snide remark lowers his gaze. She turns her full attention to her friend.

“A couple of guys came in, took armloads of cigarette cartons from our rack, and ran out the doors. I grabbed my cell phone and chased them across the lot. I was able to give the dispatcher the tag number, but they got away. I am sorry boss,” Deidre answers.

Jada maneuvers her way through the circle of officers and briefly hugs her employee. She steps back lowering her hands shakily to her sides.

“You did just fine. I am only glad you are safe. You should never chase thieves, remember how we trained,” she says.

“I know, but I had to do something. You would have never just stood there,” Deidre says.

“We’ve taken the report and there is a bulletin out for the car. Your assistant gave us the security video and we will make a copy of it. You can come by the precinct and pick up a copy of the report and the video on Wednesday,” says a tall dark headed officer.

“Yes, thanks,” Jada replies.

“If there’s nothing else we can do we’ll get out of your way, ladies. Here’s my card in case you think of something you need,” he hands Jada the card and the officers exit the store en masse.

 

Deidre makes a low whistle after the store empties out.

“You okay?”

“Yeah boss, but you, you must have ice for blood.”

“What do you mean…? I almost had a heart attack worrying about you.”

“Sure, but you did not even notice how he was looking at you,” Deidre says.

“What? Who? I fail to understand your thinking about men – when you could have been killed a while ago,” she says.

“That’s how we’re different, Jada. You are so worried about life that you miss the important things. Like hot guys who are drooling over you.”

“Did you call Martin yet?”

“No, I was a little too busy being robbed to call him. You are the manager; you deal with that part of things.”

Jada rushes around the counter and dials her district manager. She tells him about the incident and all he wants to know is how much inventory is missing. She promises to call him back shortly with an exact loss number.

When she gets off the phone, Jada shakes her head.

Deidre says, “Now you know why I didn’t call Martin. Tell me he asked about my well being.”

“No.”

“No,” Deidre says, “all he wanted to know was how many damn cigarettes were missing and if you had done your job properly.”

“All right, Deidre. Calm down, he is not a bad boss,” Jada says, “He has lots of responsibility.”

“Yes, of course, and that excuses his cold heartedness. Whatever boss,” says Deidre.

 

Jada counts the cigarettes and finds about $2000.00 inventory missing. She is relieved that there is a security tape proving what happened so that she may not be liable for that large a shortage. Deidre did an exemplary job by getting the police on the scene so quickly.

“So, how bad is it, Jada?”

“It is not bad, Deidre. You did an excellent job today, except for chasing the thieves. You let them have whatever they want and stay out of their way if this should ever happen again. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand. I wish I could have caught those louts. I’ll know them if they ever show face around here again.”

“Well, if they show up you call the cops and let them handle the situation. We do not need any dead heroes on my watch. Acting tough is a bad way to deal with those kinds of people.”

“Hey boss, what happened to your lunch?”

Jada frowns, “I forgot all about my lunch. There were blue lights flashing and uniforms standing around and it just slipped my mind. My burrito is probably still lying in the passenger seat where I so appropriately left it.”

“Well, you better eat something because it looks like you may have to pull a double shift today. Steve should be here by now if he is planning on working,” Deidre says.

Jada glances at her Seiko, “He has a few more minutes. Can you stay a half hour if he does not make it? I will need to take the deposit to the bank.”

“Sure, I can stay, though Charlie won’t be pleased. He thinks I am too close to you. He says bosses cannot be anybody’s buddy-buddies. He says it’s inappropriate for me to consider you my friend.” Deidre says.

“Well, maybe that is how men see things. I like to think I am a good boss and to consider you a friend. Here comes Steve, so you can go home on time. Count your drawer down quickly now and I can give you a ride home after we go by the bank.” Jada says.

As Steve gets set up for his shift, Jada and Deidre tell him about the excitement of the afternoon.

Before leaving the store, Jada reminds him to do whatever they tell him should criminals show up. He assures her he will.

A Little Taste of Fiction

I’m Feeling Much Better Now
 
Chapter One

She wants to kill her father, but there is one small problem, he died years ago. All the energy Jada feels for patricide needs channeling elsewhere. She doubts anything can override her feelings of anger and betrayal, but knows the murderous impulse can only poison her life if not used positively.

 

This morning begins with a shower like any other Monday. She dresses hurriedly in jeans and a white button down shirt. A quick application of makeup readies her to face the world. Breakfast consists of a bowl of muesli cereal and a Diet Coke.

France bounds into the kitchen tail wagging, tongue lolling, and puppy claws clicking on the tile floor. Jada gives the affectionate Alaskan malamute’s ears a quick rub and ushers her out the sliding glass door into the fenced back yard.

She rouses her son, Anthony, from bed urging him to prepare himself for school. He complains it is too early to get up, but walks into the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions.

She knocks on the bathroom door as she hurries out of the house, “Don’t forget to let France in before you leave.”

Anthony mumbles, “I won’t. Have a good day, Mom.”

“You too, sweetheart. I love you!”

She hopes he will be ready in time to drive himself to the campus.

 

Thankfully, her commute is short. Jada parks and jumps out of her cherry red Mustang in the parking lot of the convenience store she manages. She unlocks the doors to the small store and rushes through her morning routine. She cooks steak, egg, and cheese biscuits, sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits, plain sausage biscuits and brews coffee for the patrons who will come by to grab breakfast for the road. By 6:30, when the first customer arrives, she has everything ready. She greets everyone who enters the store with a cheery smile and rings people up quickly and efficiently, aiding each in his or her morning rush.

Customers come and go from the store constantly, keeping Jada extremely busy.

“Good morning boss! How was your weekend?” Deidre says as she bustles behind the counter.

“It was nice… I was able to get chores done, spend time with Anthony, and read a few chapters,” Jada replies. She glances at her watch, exactly 8:00, and smiles at her assistant manager’s timeliness.

“That sounds typical. You didn’t have a date?”

“No. You know I am not seeing anyone right now.”

“Yeah, I know, but I can still hope that someone as nice as you finds happiness.”

“Happiness is not contingent on having a lover, you know. Other things in my life are good now. Anthony is well behaved and reasonably successful in high school. I have a decent job and good friends. Being divorced is not a bad thing.”

“Well, I’m still expecting someone handsome to walk through that door and sweep you off your feet with one look.”

“If it happens you will be the first to know. Now get over here and attend to this register so that I can do my management duties.”

Jada counts the weekend receipts and prepares the monies for deposit. She completes and transmits the sales and inventory report to corporate office.

“I’ll do a pricing survey while I am out to make the deposit. Would you like me to pick up something for your lunch?” Jada says when she comes out of the office in the rear of the store.

“Nope, I brought my lunch today. I was fixing for Charlie anyway so I just made enough for two. Thanks though, it is sweet of you to think of me,” Deidre says.

“No problem. I think I will grab a burrito on the way back here.”

Walking toward her car Jada avoids stepping in the oil leaks left by morning traffic. She thinks that when she returns to the store she should spread oil dry on the residue.

The Mustang starts with a satisfying roar and she leaves the parking lot in a smooth glide. She notes gas prices at the stations she passes driving to the bank. Her station is in close price competition with all those nearby.

She checks the area around the bank for any suspicious activity and hurries inside. She makes the deposit and walks back to her car at a more leisurely pace.

She stops at a fast food drive thru and picks up her lunch. For once, the order is correct on the first try. Maybe, this is destined to be an extraordinarily good day.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Writing Practice

Her Heart beat like…

 

            Her heart beat like the staccato of a virtuoso’s drum when she spotted him at a table across the dining room. She did not expect to see him on her side of town. He generally would not come here, or at least he never did when they were together.

            She took the seat the perky hostess led her to with a sigh and began looking over the menu. Her mind raced frenetically, not focusing well on the pages before her. She glanced at him observing his face was thinner than last she saw him. His hair was longer, but attractively styled. Overall, he seemed relaxed and looked well. He was apparently taking his meal alone, intent on the food before him.

            Should she walk over and say hello… he had refused to meet with her every time she called. Her stomach knotted as it often did when she thought of him. Maybe it was better to go unnoticed.

            When Stacy, her waitress, returned she quietly placed her order. She hoped she might avoid a scene here in one of her favorite restaurants. Perhaps he would overlook her presence. Their last face to face had been disastrous. It still made her blanche to think of his behavior.

            Her order came quickly, but she felt little like eating. Her nerves were tensed in fight or flight mode. This violent reaction to seeing him disconcerted her.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

March 1, 2001

Always Try This…

Say "I Love You" often.

It costs nothing and has great benefits.

 

To tell someone you love them is to open yourself to their emotions. You reveal what is often hidden in the busyness of daily life. Showing love to others involves more than only words. It is done in caring actions which brighten ordinary days. However, the words are important because communication is integral to human existence and relationships. Love and the phrase "I Love You" can act as tonics to those you care about. When situations go out of control expressing love can ground you and help center the problem in manageable terms. It can end an argument or help calm frustration.

 

Love is active and becomes involved in all facets of the beloved’s life. It soothes hurt feelings and shows an interest in what happens. Love never ends. Even though a relationship may break up the ties never completely dissolve.

 

"I Love You" is not a phrase to be used lightly. It signifies a depth of involvement that is intimate and precious. Consideration should be given as to the appropriateness of its expression. It is an almost sacred phrase and to be treasured.

 

Life is short so express your love in words to those you hold dear, but never forget the privilege in hearing the response, "I Love You, too."

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thursday, October 17, 2002

An Inspirational Essay

You are a gift from the hand of the Creator…
Be aware of your importance…


In all places, times, persons, there has never been another exactly like me. I am a wonder and a treasure. I have gifts, talents, thoughts, ideas, expressions, and emotions that are uniquely special. There is purpose in my existence.

I am a perfect manifestation of the love of God. I have power and worth. My ability to create is unlimited. I am a blessing. I have no neediness or
wantingness for
all abundance continually accrues toward me.

I am beautiful for I am a creature made in God’s own image. I am an eternal being of love. My actions and words are right and good. I have no reason to fear.

Love flows from me into the world, changing lives. I inspire others to reach for their higher selves. They see their greatness reflected in my eyes and my actions toward them.

Every day I become more. I am constantly growing into the person I want to be. I am aware and awake to whom I am. God inhabits my world and me. With this unity, I can do miracles.

I am sure of myself, and of God. The light and love of the Savior infuse me. I am vastly important, supremely creative, because I AM.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, April 12, 2000