Creativity on the Loose

A couple of exercises for us all:
Our eyes tell us the outlines of the world, and our minds supply the stories. Look around you, wherever you are. Pay close attention. What abstracts and descriptors appear within sight? Maybe there are poems, novels, and short stories to be written, or your vision calls you to art.

Secondly, I realize this year has been challenging, but think about your favorite part thus far. Create something that celebrates it. As a bonus, make a plan stating how you can bring about such pleasure again. Try to facilitate what lights up your soul.

Most of my day so far was spent copy editing, but I finished.

If you look around Haphazard Creative, you may notice I made some changes. I tried to streamline the widgets, and I updated the About page.

I put Halloween decor out on September 1 – but decided to bring some here today. I like all the smiles of Halloween; maybe you do too.

Things Work Together

There was a time, many years ago, when I did not have a dog and was in a bad state because of my Schizo-Affective Disorder.

My weight had been a battle all my life, and at this juncture, I chose to begin walking daily. To my great surprise, when I came out the first time to walk, a lovely Weimaraner was waiting right outside the door. This angel dog accompanied me on my walks, probably over a year.

It was there every day, no matter what time I chose to go for my walk. Seeing this beautiful animal and basking in its love helped me continue in the exercise even though, typically, I’m not too fond of exercise.

Today, as I dive into another challenge, I remember I am supported in many ways when I attempt to improve.

The dog was real, it went home down another street every day, but it was faithful to walk with me. It chose to be my friend.

Haiku In My Quiver

This ocean into
Which I wade slowly, swallows
My fear, in its love.

I accept I am
Written differently than
Those average most.

Death, we avoid it,
But in the air, food, water,
We taste it, consume.

The calendar turns
Another time dated, gone,
Life passing – away.

The light rises bright
But only a thimbleful
Against Autumn night.

I will believe these challenges are only a small inconvenience given to produce determination and strength. Will you believe you are destined to succeed in abundance? I can only do so, else hope evaporates.

Speak Living

When opportunity presents
We may speak encouragement
Into another person –
Everyone needs inspiration,
Kindness, generosity;
Love is a gift, blessing
The giver, as much as
The one who gathers it in.
Positive words can
Change lives weighted by despair,
Teaching the act of living,
Being is worthwhile to keep
Doing, happening, growing.
Personhood is precious,
Belonging is a treasure,
Life is made to pour out –
In all directions, enriching,
Motivating, teaching, through
Creative effort, how wonder
Becomes an existential capability
In each moment, place, thing,
Ever proposed and accomplished.

Not Afraid

We, the broken, open,
Gather, but loosely together,
A tribe rejected, remote,
Whose names history washed
Free of whatever remains.
One – another – we leave behind
The safety of the riverbank,
Slipping beneath the surface
Of believing, ridding our souls
Of blame, desertion, fear, shame,
Joining the rushing current, present,
Evicting the ghosts who pressed
Us with doubt into inaction.
We become those who call down
Future blessing with courage, desire,
Lightning accompanies our motion,
We face forward, countenances
Of fire, burning with conviction
Knowing each one has value
In reality, creating radiant truth,
Restoring liberty through LOVE.