Not An Average Fan

I have been crazy about music all my life. My “Bud,” big brother, James, used to play his sweet blue and white guitar, which may have been a Fender, and I danced on the bed. This as a toddler, and maybe a bit beyond.

I am sure the harmonica my other brother, Melv, gave me, was in use almost enough to drive my parents to send me off for adoption. They gave in to my constant pleas for guitar lessons, and I spent about three years at that.

School had singing, the church had singing in choir. Mom, Dad, and I did an impromptu concert of gospel music almost every night. Of course, I used it as a way to stay out of bed whenever I could. We could go a couple of hours when I was really good at thinking of obscure titles.

I had an impressive collection of Disney albums, the original scores to many movies. My Fair Lady and Tennesse Ernie Ford were also in my collection.

I guess it was about 1972 that they got me a Kimball Swinger Oprea edition organ because I had outgrown the simple plastic one. Again, they were kind to allow me to practice because I am a volume menace.

My brothers left their 45s when they moved out, and I was introduced to rock mostly on a red portable turntable first in the attic, then in my room.

There were Country Music Concerts in parking lots, concerts included with my Six Flags season pass, and later concerts in Atlanta.

Vinyl, eight-tracks, cassettes, CDs, and streaming, I kept music always, and because I hate commercials, I have often avoided radio.

My favorite band is The Rolling Stones. I think over the time since I found them in 1981, I have owned the majority of their work and much of Mick’s solo work.

My son says I am an extreme fan of The Rolling Stones, and I guess he is right. I took him to his first concert to see them. It is funny to me that he thinks me so far gone.

This did not come out how I planned, but honestly, almost nothing I do does.

As a prompt, what is your musical history? Create something about it.

I got some sleep that was deep enough to be restorative. I am ignoring the pain.

Who cares about pain?
We all have it, such a shame,
Try to stuff it, pain.

*****

Take today under
Advisement, be open, beware,
Do not stare too close
At the presentation, be edgewise,
Try to share the beauty on show,
Do not let your reservations
Impair your ability to enjoy,
But remember there are depths
Not visible on the surface,
And you are a multidimensional
Creature in the process of being.

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Many blessings to all of you.

Watch out, Monday is on its way, speeding down a surface street riddled with potholes that may aggravate its temper. Good luck to all of us with that.

Be Encouraged

The gracious sun rose today
Its rays upon the earth to play
With life-giving light to nourish
And illuminate where it fell.

God loves you endlessly and
Extravagantly,
He is forever ready
To intercede.

Children and pets still
Find ample reasons
For JOY as they share
Themselves and their play.

Someone loves you more
Than it is possible
For you
To ever guess or know.

Flowers, trees, birds, bees,
Creatures, foliage, freely grow;
Rivers, oceans, streams, all
Manner of waters sustaining flow.

You have learned volumes
There is so much more to keep
You content in further discovery
As you gain wisdom, so you know.

Music and film,
Books and magazines,
Cater to every taste
And intellectual whim.

Be Encouraged,
You are ALIVE
And life, the living
Is precious.

Life; greater than
Any sum of money,
Or vast collection
Of priceless gems.

Lofty or lowly each
Has reason and purpose,
Station can change in the haste
Of a blinking eye.

Keep hoping, loving, trying,
Bring all you are and remember,
Your blessings always,
For Blessed Beloved You Are.

Years ago when I used typewriters, I used to play with creation in type. I rarely do it on computers and I have no answer why. I do carefully chose typefaces or fonts. Anyway, this is a bit different for me. Again, I borrowed the idea from the moderator in my Journal Writing group.

I hope all of you are having a good evening, or day, as may be. Try to remember love, because love is everything.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. There is a follow button, or you may come back as time allows.

I am here each day, this is a 365 Creativity Project for the year 2020. I am pleased that so far I have posted at least once each day.

What Inspires You?

I have been in a Journal Writing group that began on Yahoo and moved to Facebook for a very long time. Today, our moderator asked, “What Inspires You?” Me, being an equal opportunity opportunist jumped on the subject and brought it here. What follows are a few of my inspirations.

INSPIRATION:

Reading, writing, photography, kindness, the beauty of creation especially people, music, a taste, a smell, a sensation I cannot describe, light, shadows, my dogs, being alone, being free, you all here, knowing those who have gone still have influence in life, love, belief, togetherness, God’s presence and blessings, devices, shelter, chocolate, diet soda, everything my dears.

There is no limit to what can lead my mind to ponder. I wonder, is it like that for you? Do you have to be in a certain mood? I find myself often excited by the simple fact of being and must celebrate its vast array of goodness.

Life is dangerous
Never fair without God near;
The love of ages
On us befalls when we call
Jesus into our dreams, plans.

I am sure I fall
Far short of who I should be,
But it is beyond me.

I am grateful:
1. I have a Kirby.
2. I have stupendous dogs.
3. I have collected tons of books.
4. I am gifted with the ability to write.
5. I tend to inspire extreme loyalty in my friends, those few who remain.

Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder, do you like WordPress’ Block Editor? I tried it and found it was like hieroglyphics. I, therefore, reset my space to classic.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you found something to your liking and that you will follow or return to the site. It is my prayer that God keep each of you safe and blessed. No matter what may befall your circumstances rest in the assurance that you are much loved.

As a prompt, just to give you a boost, create something in celebration of your inspirations. Also, remember always, no matter what, never give up.

Broken

Wookie and I were playing. I threw her toy, and it hit the rice bowl I made in maybe kindergarten, maybe first or second grade. I knew it was terrible; then I heard the china hit the ceramic. The delicate china at that velocity under gravity’s influence stood no chance. It shattered, as you can see.

Sometimes we are like delicate china, safe enough until a tempest of trials and troubles hits us out of the blue. Maybe it is the winds of change in our finances or our health—the loss of something or someone we hold dear. We break, and we feel we are permanently damaged, but we are fortunately more resilient than china.

Somehow with God’s help and the passage of time, we recuperate and usually become more durable than before. We learn from the problems. We have so many reserves of strength and such power to overcome adversity.

I am not sure what to do with my broken keepsake, but God knows by sending us through the fire that he refines us and fuses our brokenness into greater faith and reliance on Him.

I did not have a post for tonight. I had been away from home today, spending time with one of my most favorite people—nothing like broken memories to set me straight.

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As a prompt, create something influenced by brokenness or healing. You may conduct your work in any media that suits you.

May Christ guard and keep you and yours now and always.

During Dark Hours

Going, going on,
Going, where are you going?
Can I go along?
Can I, with you, pretty please?
Going, going, don’t leave me.

*****

We read they were good
People, full of love and free
But they are all gone,
Seems another version of
People live where they used to be.

*****

2020 sees
Us, we are coping it knows –
What it plans, unknown.

*****

Poetry is hard
For AIs, grammar checkers,
Or maybe I am
More difficult than I ought
Be, I ignore some changes.

*****

Never give up, don’t
Stay on the ground once knocked down,
Keep climbing, reaching,
You are able, capable,
Be who you are when you dream.