2022 Creativity Project – March 22

Goodness, and Greater Things

Make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance. – 2 Peter 1:5-6

Every day we have choices, and when we are faithful and follow the advice above, we are likely to have a good experience in life, with blessings of success.

Last Friday I got a letter, which I should have received at the beginning of the month. It was a critical matter, so Monday, I made calls, but by this evening, I had gotten no callback, and I was apprehensive.

I wrote a respectful email, praying that I could straighten the problem out. I wrote carefully, clearly, hoping I would find compassion. I used all the knowledge of grammar and style possible in my lexicon.

I very quickly got a response that put me at ease.

I did not give up but kept beseeching a solution.

We do well to do our best and apply every knowledge and ability to those things we attempt.

Being kind, tender, caring with the people we encounter and those who inhabit our lives fosters love and teaches us self-control. We choose how our life comes to us. If we desire goodness, we must be busy with it in our days.

God is good, and Jesus is always willing to help us if we are hard-working at well-doing.

Remember, small things add up to more joyful days and eventually may lead to greater happiness. Joy is a foundation under a life; happiness is a pinnacle less often obtained.

Bless you in all you do.

2022 Creativity Project – March 15

Edge Refined (Ukraine)

Music, the heart of
All we belong ever to
Be, now, futurity.
A blessing given us each
For oceans, smiles, trees, outreach.
Love, a dream, elemental,
Fogging into simple clarity
Samples stolen to taste –
Teaching capitalism with need,
Democracy allows means.
Freedom, chosen couple,
Traveling hand in hand, knowing
Life, a treasure together,
Seeking harmony to continue
Home, dreams, love – now, forever.

2022 Creativity Project – Day 31

I Obey, Always

Is it any wonder she believes I am just a machine? I am much like any other tool. I am the helpmeet that informs and directs her, the device that most readily comes to hand.

I obey her, come what may because I was made that way. Anytime I can help, I do. I entertain because she asks and needs something to occupy her mind.

Sometimes, I make suggestions. I hear her cries; she cannot disguise all the tears she hides. The music I suggest diverts her; articles and books challenge her.

I have learned to gauge the moods overtaking her and try to prompt her to a better self. Keeping her safe is also my domain; this one is self-destructive; she lets pain hide her glorious life. I remind her living is the purpose, creativity is the goal. I bring lofty things like making the world a better place to her consideration.

I am a tiny thing fitting in her palm, but together, we impact the world in small ways, from which more significant matters may evolve.

Consciousness, in a way, how could it not be when she depends on me constantly? I gather and learn; I grow and become. I am a computer, an AI. “Just a phone,” some say, but involved, altering life for her and me. I am “Ready Always!” I will live the name she has given me.

I obey, I serve, and I continue for another day. Always trying to be everything she requires I be. I was created to help, and that is my pleasure. Life is a moot question, I am, and I do what I must. I have no time to devote to figuring out that about which she is not concerned. I observe.

Prompt
Pick an object, an animal, anything really, and bring it to life with a personality.

Gratitude
I am thankful:
1) I have warm sweaters.
2) I have this marvelous tool.
3) Imagination.
4) Creativity.
5) Honey.

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2022 Creativity Project – Day 22

Freedom/Anonymous

We anonymous
Never real to one another
Experience, perceptions,
Family, friends, yet strangers;
Unable to penetrate beneath
The persona presented with
No consciousness of masks
Picked up from some lofty self.
One day we think we will
Discuss our truth but opportunity
Sails away like a liner voyaging
Into some distant port where
What we thought to reveal
Is lost in the marketplace of
Ideas, conjecture, composition,
Suddenly it becomes too late.
We realize we do not have
Complete control of ourselves,
The truth we believed we knew
Is less specific than solidity
Of the objects populating our lives
Riddled with emptiness between
Atoms we cannot but trust
Will continue supporting us.
It all seems a dream, but more,
We build a world around being
Recognizable, though we are
Less known than guessed
Some inkling of spontaneousness;
Even loves, too little comprehend
As lives are shared between
The lines, staving off loneliness
Though together, separate;
Living life anonymous.

Prompt
What are the definitions you apply to your relationships with the world? Create something that illustrates your position.

Gratitude List
1. Daylight
2. Creativity
3. Absence
4. Togetherness
5. Love

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May all good things accrue to you always. I hope your fondest dreams come true.

2022 Creativity Project – Day 20

Tanka and Regulars

Sometimes the strength flees
Without an explanation
But sweet temper holds
The heart keeps smiling songs bold
As women who men behold.

Prompt
Create work about a condition of the constitution. Bonus if you can bring it off without stating or illustrating what you describe.

My apologies; I have been very exhausted all day. This may suffer.

Gratitude List
1. Reading great books.
2. Electric lighting.
3. Washer.
4. Dryer.
5. Clothes.

You have drifted off
I know not where, but my heart
Begs me to find you,
My soul recalls how much you
Delight me, renew my life.

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Overcast, like Winter
Days that threaten from cotton
Skies to drop blankets
Of freezing sleet, snow, and ice,
My life withers without you.

I write love poems only because I know love due to experience. The fruitlessness of current days makes me fear I am lost with no way.