2022 Creativity Project – Day 98

Vacancy – Filling

Do you feel like you
Could be a paper doll with
Hole-punches where life
Chose to take a bite of you, yours,
Away, leaving vacancy?
Maybe like a hotel that
Once had No Occupancy
With loves residence;
Now windows without curtains
Remind you how much was lost.
Do you fade, shudder,
When memory comes to call
With bright photographs
Of yesterday, other days
When losses were yet to come?
Paste yourself together,
Renovate the rooms,
Bring the pictures out
Again because life will serve
Love, joy, happiness when
You invite it to visit you.

2022 Creativity Project – April 7

A Week In Roses

I reach but let go, time and again. This week I won the Roses. I accomplished unexpected things. Give yourself figurative roses for what you did well.

I finished some paperwork of a mandatory description. I ordered (first time) groceries online and picked them up, saving effort and time. I contacted the insurance company twice to resolve an issue that was a considerable cost. I attempted to empower a friend. I began a routine I hope will strengthen the portions of my body that are causing discomfort and are debilitating. I finished Lore which I mentioned I was reading in an earlier post.

I am in the mood to give this site up, but I am not one to bail on things I start. I could go; I have to have some serious debate with myself over it.

Is there something you are finding hard to continue? You realize your unique combination of skill and intellect is a given no one else can match or share. You have purpose and reason; everything for someone depends on you. Think before you quit; remember, believe in yourself and what you contribute. You are a light for faith, grace, mercy, and love. Hey, though, do not prove it by me or anyone else; you have to be the proof to yourself.

I am just someone ready to stop what I love because it is not enough for good. The whole thing is up in contention for if it will make me feel like it wins Roses.

2022 Creativity Project – April 6

Shorts to Share

1
Woebegone dismissed
While over skin plays sweet light,
Treasure known by heart
Mouthwatering in grand delight
Life’s irreplaceable part.

2
It is why we came
To live, thrive, become, succeed,
Make love certainty.

3
The house is riddled
With places ripped, broken, torn,
But courage adorns
The weakness and the stronger
Until Christ calls up yonder.

2022 Creativity Project – April 5

Review: Current Reads

I want to share two of the books I am reading:

Inspired by Rachel Held Evans is the book I did not realize I needed until it took hold of my heart, mind, and soul. If you ever felt uncomfortable with some of the complex parts of scripture and wondered how they could be explained in light of God being a good, loving, and just deity, this might be helpful. The answers may not be easy, but at least this book enlightens and gives you a position of solidarity.

Lore by Alexandra Bracken follows the other mythological texts I seem to keep reading and shines brilliantly. This is a modern struggle between gods and humans in a race for survival and ascension. The writing is beautifully done, and the pace never lets one slip into boredom. I am enjoying it immensely.

I know Christianity and myth are not always embraced together, but I like a little lite with my seriousness. I am always in search of variety.

2022 Creativity Project – April 4

Regaining Will

Self-destruction is
A game to play when fading
Is not quick enough
A take away to meet needs
Of emptiness and disgust.
Life seems long, wasted,
But then time to mourn those lost
Sets wonder on course
To mend what can be reckoned,
To die seems less gift than cost.
Useless, ah never,
Broken, repairs still to make,
Friendless, the streets call,
Life an elegance, challenge,
Do not give in or give up.
Every human has
Something to share much needed
In a world that spares
No one the dregs of sorrow
Still, hope brings joy, tomorrow.

Those of you who take time to read, maybe share a like that lets me know I am reaching; I appreciate you so much. This is one of my difficult seasons; I take one of my turns. The desperate fight goes on, but I am here; I will not give up.

Fires are burning, yearning for peace, strength, hope, and love to take me on. The battle rages through my ages, and it is hard to carry on. Long and longer love, it will, I will keep on.