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.
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.
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.
I am glad you found Chronicles, but my current site is Haphazard Creative. In the sidebar, there are three methods to follow the site. Utilize one of those, or come back when your life allows. Any comments, likes, shares, suggestions, or thoughts are welcome. When you interact with creation, you impact lives.
Maybe it is such An easy thing for some, but For others proves a trial, Errors Continue adding up, Dark clouds fill the horizon. A refusal to quit Being, dreaming, hoping, Unfathomable As specific thoughts may seem An allowance meted freely, Possibly altering faith, love. Holding To knowing life – Assured in greatness; Never giving up, Victory counted dear, very near, Climb, effectuate blessedness.
As a prompt, create something that pertains to your immediate plans in this new year.
Gratitude… Sleep Solitude Singing Reading Being
Thank you for visiting Chronicles. I hope it was a pleasant experience. If you wish, visit Haphazard Creative, my current site. http://haphazardcreative.com
I am trying this year to return to the original form of Creativity Project used on Chronicles. I included more elements each day than I did in 2020 on Haphazard Creative.
You cried your words, right, Into the heart of my life, soul, Answering was I Bound close as yourself to you I sang beauty in a voice I borrowed – starlight; The wind untamed took captive Every small moment I did not hide in pockets Protected from your unknown. Across many years I chased every pleasure found In other places, But each was lacking something Proven in your words to me. My nebulous thoughts Converge, enfold your body In a field tender As the minute sensation Of love, long-deferred, come due. Myself, my sight, is Frequent as light traveling Across space and time To portray your perfect poise Provided contrasting darkness. I have now become More than distant yesterdays; Music you wrote, soft, Upon the flesh, heart, dancing Beneath your strong, gentle hands.
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