Recalibration

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I did not set out to write a poem, as I almost always start with a title. The poem found me and captivated my hand. I think there are times when all of us doubt ourselves and doubt the lives we live. I want you to know everything is in place for a reason, and you are strong enough to get through whatever comes.

I encountered some frustration in the evening that definitely caused undue stress. I decided to change my reading material up, then found the apps for what I wanted would not work on my devices. It became clear that I was going to need an alternative. Though I never used it as a tablet before, I have a tablet PC. I used Chrome to pull up the publication sites I wanted and read them that way, so I could walk while reading. As a tablet that Dell will give an arm a workout, but reading on it cheered me up. I had solved an issue and overcome.

It may sound minor, but sometimes the little things can change the direction of your hours. Even when you accomplish just a step in the right direction, give yourself credit. It can help move your mood into positivity, and there is enough negativity without us adding to our own.

There is wonder in you, there is beauty, glory, strength, possibility, courage, brilliance, talent, goodness, love, honor, joy, ability, gifts, you are you for a reason and a purpose, and you will contribute great things to the world. Small things matter. If one brick is left out of the foundation of a wall, the whole structure is unstable and unreliable, what you do is building something grand, and it is tremendously important.

I feel like I am running on, and I do not wish to bore you, so, as a prompt, create something that expresses affirmations that you can meditate on when you are discouraged.

I appreciate your visit to Haphazard Creative. I hope it has nurtured and inspired you. You may drop down the MENU button to follow, or come back as suits you. I am trying very hard to encourage myself to post here more often and employ my creativity.

Creativity is a quality that grows bolder when more often used. Try it yourself, and you will find it correct. Just do one small thing a day if that is all that you have time or energy for doing. It will help you feel better adjusted to reality and get you out of it for those moments.

I am grateful that I bought the tablet PC and it was available for my time of need. Sometimes we do things without quite knowing why, and things come clear in time. I am so blessed and I bet you are too.

God be with you. Blessings to you and all your kin. Smile, let joy be your aspect even should you not feel it. Smiling will increase the likelihood of you living it.

The Changes You See

I had to make some site changes. I hope it will inconvenience none of you. It was quite harrowing for me. However, when life gets tough, I get stubbornly tougher. There was a disagreement on what fees I owed, so now I get a refund, and the site goes free. Paying was an expense I needed to do without, anyway. If traffic increases or I begin making more money, I may resume the fees.

So, we have a new theme, which I find I actually prefer over the old one. The theme Fusion which I use on Chronicles has been retired. I had to do some looking, trying, choosing, but I think this is okay. It is called SAGA. The main difference is that all the widgets and sidebars are hidden under one button, MENU. I believe it is uncluttered. It frees the page to showcase what I wish to draw attention.

I am looking forward to this new chapter. Maybe it will invigorate my imagination, it seems saving money usually does. I love my tools and invest in them, but you cannot in my estimation beat free. I am grateful the representative was uncooperative; otherwise, it is unlikely I would have stopped my subscription.

Please do not desert us. I and the site intend to have a continuing presence here.

I did this little bit of art through the night. It seems appropriate to give it this home.

God bless you every one. I do not think you can guess how much I appreciate your support.

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If you need a prompt, think about the last thing you felt deeply as a personal injustice. Examine it in detail and create something that explains it.

In My Eyes

When it feels like this,
Seeming to have something caught
Under an eyelid.
Where it hurts like a dying,
But there is no removal,
No relief at any cost,
There must be an ejection,
Some rejection of ongoing
Pain, so life may continue
Even though it may thwart desire
Restructuring well-laid plans.
Some arguments will not be lost,
Some conditions must be met,
Some reasons are non-negotiable;
William described a shrew, not me or you,
But a grain of sand in place
Where one should never exist
Can irritate a person beyond
Reason and cause patience to
Evaporate like rain on baking
Pavement after the storm is ended.
I will not say one course of action
Is superior to another,
But I do say, NEVER GIVE UP,
Do not harbor a thought of QUITTING,
You have a right to what is fair,
And if it is not, you can take
Your game and go home to nurse
Your feelings back to happiness.
Rock your world, create your joy,
Be who you are, and do not apologize,
As long as you are genteel, let things
Go as you believe they must, you
Must live with you and take your peace,
Life is too short to lose your advantage
You carry the seeds of greatness
Follow them until you embody it.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. You may find the follow button under the MENU button. If you do not wish to follow, perhaps you will find your way back again.

All the best to you and yours. May God richly bless you and keep you well.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Project

Notes to A Reluctant Creator

Introduction

Welcome! I am so glad you found your way here. We have things to explore and discover. Jump In!

Oh, sorry, you may be wondering what all this Creativity has to do with you. The thing is you are, whether you realize or not, one of the most creative people on the planet, and elsewhere too, if you like to think that way.

Now, you may not be an artist, writer, poet, graphic designer, photographer, or any of those liberal arts things. You may believe you lack talent, gifts, and skills, but I have something to tell you. YOU ARE CREATIVE!

Have you ever shopped for the perfect outfit and matched up pieces from different stores, to make something decidedly your own? Do you pick flowers and arrange them to decorate your table? When you cook, do you get the recipe and then modify it to suit your needs and tastes? Have you planned a party where you decided the guest list, the decorations, the menu, and desserts, employed a photographer, sent out invitations? Have you written an email on which you took extra time to make sure it said what you meant, precisely? Have you sewn, knitted, scrapbooked? Do you do a bit of home repair or mechanical work on a vehicle? Do you plan and plant a vegetable or flower garden? Are you raising or have you raised a child? Have you trained a dog? I submit, in all these things you have used creativity. There is no hiding from it; you are an individual with creative flair.

In the following pages, I may lean toward the liberal arts, but what I suggest can often be used in other applications. I am going to show you some of my work, and encourage, inspire and prompt you to do your own. Be aware creativity has no rules, though I recommend being yourself as honestly and entirely as you may. Creativity is the quality that makes what we produce undeniably our own.

Creativity can free us when we are stuck and guide us when we are at a loss. It is a significant quality we share with God. *Humanity, made in the Creator’s image, blessed with imagination and ability to create.*

I recommend you get a journal and perhaps, a sketchbook, or if you are like many and more electronically inclined, set up a file for your projects. I am going to put you to work, but it will not seem that way. It will be exciting and fun. You are going to discover what your critic ran under wraps in your soul, and unearth the freedom of creativity you experienced as a child.

So, I do not know about you, but I am very excited to begin. We have things to do and learn together, and we are going to find grace and freedom to embrace our authentic selves.2017-03-26 Monster after me In Color

Bytes, Bits, and Buffer Zones

Computers with their networks of streaming information arriving from everywhere take in packets of bytes, and sometimes they buffer because of traffic in their lines of supply, but usually, the experience is almost seamless. However, at times, the buffering becomes a period of waiting for we humans. In reality, all we perceive on screens is a translation of a series of ones and zeroes into creative forms we understand.

A human being taught language from birth and reading, writing, the arts soon after, may gather information from the distant past, created by persons long deceased, but not indeed expired because their thoughts, ideas, individual creativity live as words or images captured in forms brought into the future, our present.

These interpretations of being are unknown to us until we encounter them and ingest them as packets we find useful. As they sit waiting outside our experience, they buffer in time. They are extant, valid, and exert influence, but until we discover them and peruse their content, we are unaware of their gifts. We do not know the minds who built our present. We, nonetheless, are unacknowledged beneficiaries of the contributions to the intellectual universe we have inherited.

Our processes of thought, creativity, intelligence, faith are not merely our own but are buttressed by everyone who has voiced and recorded some personal understanding throughout history. Our world, our society, our very being cries out for us to learn the lessons of those who bequeathed the lives we live through the exploration, exhortation, creations they left behind.

Books, paintings, photographs, recordings, movies, architecture, monuments, anything created has lessons to teach us if we take time to decipher the message. These things we who are conscious must protect from the ravages of those who would destroy bits of the past’s treasure because it does not conform to their worldview or the fashion of the moment. Freedom of expression is a right for all and everyone, including those who lived before us, and in essence, created our culture and our present.

We do not live as islands, we are immersed in the flow of history. We are free to dip into the stream when and where we like, but what lies in the buffer zone also has a presence and exerts pressure on our now that we may not discern, but is no less real.

If you wish to “live forever,” create something. If you only choose to journal, to doodle, do that. Create a legacy, leave a history. Leave a record of who you are and what you have learned. Your experience may be what someone needs to witness in order to become who they are meant to be. We do not intuit the specific reasons for our being, but we learn, love, give, create and so we leave thumbprints on the walls of time. We are and we matter, there is meaning and purpose in our lives.

Nothing is wasted. God in His wisdom does not make mistakes. No matter where you have been, are, or in the future go, your life is a rare and beautiful thing. It is no accident you are here, all eternity conspires to bring forth your offering to the world.

Tell the doubts, fears, negativity there is no place for them to shelter within you. Do what you must even as you fight to be courageous. You have the lives of millions supporting you, and you may touch millions along your journey, even after you are gone. Create a memory that will last through ages, and spend love as if your supply is unlimited because, in truth, it is.

The light reflected
In your eyes from other stars
Shines forevermore.

To know oneself well
Reading and writing are musts;
Outlining the soul.

Purpose to become
The person your heart reveals
When falling in love.

Owe the world nothing
But give others all you are,
Let love be your guide.

Hide nothing so real
You fear it may become lost
In its translation.

When tomorrow dies
Abandoned by the dreamers
Hope will still survive.

Weak, broken, and torn,
The pages of your story
Will yet be written;
For isolated moments
Do not the ending portend.

An accident, no,
I believe there is reason,
Even little things
Have significant meaning,
God guides every action, word.

As a prompt, delve into the work of the past and see what it may teach you, then express what you have learned in word or image.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. If you have found something, you enjoyed, please share with others, follow, and come back again soon. Blessings on you and all you set your mind to do. Create, love, be present, make your moments memorable. You have so much to give and share, never doubt you are precious and significant.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Adventures in Technology

A lot of my world is tech. I am alone, and it keeps me company. The thing is my relationship with tech has always been fraught with disaster.

Tractors used to start up mysteriously when I got near, I know that is mechanical, but early tech.

Telephones rang, and I knew who was on the line before the phone was answered. Analog phones folks, not caller id. Now the handsets randomly turn on in their cradles.

I broke my share of watches, just by wearing them. It is not a lot better now. Sometimes my smartwatch loses its mind.

Calculators and cash registers would malfunction when I was around. The cash registers still happen. I usually prepare for something to go wrong when I am in line, I do not get in a hurry.

Computers, printers, scanners, our modern technology, I have struggled with them since 1991. If I had money for all the times components have malfunctioned, I would be wealthy. It is indeed a miracle I have not destroyed some of the machines. The computer I am using right now is an atrocity. It mangled its file system so severely on the first boot that even DELL could not fix it. I have a printer that loves to eat cardstock and photo paper. If I am fortunate and remember only to send one item at a time, sometimes it cooperates.

My cellphone, just today, decided as it streamed music, to play a few notes and jump to another song. I cleared the cache, more than once. It worked a few moments and began its rotation again. I pulled over, stopped, and cleared the cache again. This was not acceptable to the phone. So I restarted, even though it had updated and restarted during the night. Evidently, that was the proper propitiation.

Early this morning, in the dark I mean, probably around 2am, my Kindle gave me the error message that it was not connected to the internet. I opened the system tools and watched, the Kindle would scan, find the internet, connect, then the screen would go blank, and the process would repeat. How annoying! So, I turned off the Kindle and gave it time, restarted it. It began its little circus trick again. I reset the router, turned the Kindle off, waited for the cycle, turned the Kindle back on, and yeah howdy, there is the internet.

This morning the Artificial Intelligence decided to wake me up talking to me before my alarm went off. This was not a thing I set up. There was another time this week that the AI just began talking.

I wrote a review to go on Amazon of the book I just completed. Between the Kindle and the internet, something went wrong, and cyberspace ate my review. I hope it put it with all the other things it has swallowed over the years. I am quite sure it could compile it all into a rather large volume, like maybe the World Book Encyclopedia, Complete Set.

So hey, do not let your tech get you down. Remember you could be me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan 😂