Doggy Discourses

I talk to my dogs
As if they give good advice,
But somehow it seems
Answers always spring live from
Inside me, friends, or technology.
My dogs provide such
Diversion of my division
I can almost decide
They are oracles sent with
Unique provision and blessing.
A cover story
For crazed habits of talk,
Talking to myself, answering,
Sometimes I need virtuoso advice,
Dogs, mine, ink in the blanks.
Living all alone,
By myself, on my lonesome own,
My dogs remind me
Of care when I would hideaway
Disengage, abandon society.
Tribble and Wookie, with clarity
Encourage me to explore
Beyond space, outside our front door;
They maybe understand
I have become a shadow cast present
From the glories of the discontinued past,
But my girls are entirely unwilling
To give me up, let me fade, they love me,
As well as doggy beings, hearts, minds may,
It helps me keep going every day.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Life – Window Panes

The grass, sky, trees are
Without us freely growing,
Notice we rarely give to
What they might require,
They are and will always be.
What about creatures such as
Are we? Constantly complicating
Everything we are becoming
And who we were before;
Wanting, needing, asking more.

Dogs know life, it loves them,
Such diversity, specialization,
A wolf in all the lines, blood,
Hunger, thirst, making puppies,
Eliminating, sleeping to while away
Moments remembering tomorrow
With bright eyes, attentive ears, floppy,
Wagging tails, living life, dogs prevail.

Here we doubt all there is, even
What is not, we place puzzles to
Cause confusion, misinterpreting
The illusions we support as fact;
Looking forward, facing focused back.
No one knows because the power –
Within us is scaled down, rerouted,
To that which we cannot comprehend
Not visible, beyond the touch of hands.
Ideas espoused, but unreflected in
The materials arrayed before us;
The grass, sky, trees – integrity, love, life.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Create something commenting on life from diverse angles, brought together in completion.

RaNDoM

Journals are exercise, keeping imagination fit for bigger things. No holes barred, no trapeze, why have a net? I have shared journal pages a lot over the years. It does not intimidate me, revealing creativity in the raw.

I know the hype is you should keep journals locked away, but I attempt to be as real and open as possible when I share work. If you do not use a journal, I recommend it highly for increasing your output. You may share or not, as so pleases you.

The composition book I am now using has dots instead of lines. I am unused to this. It may take a bit for my handwriting to catch up.

Being back home is somewhat lonely, but the dogs like it.

Entry 38 for September. I am shocked by how much I have worked this year. Committing to an entry per day or more has given me a structural framework. I recommend 365 projects. I have done them before. Mine – I call a Creativity Project, but if you begin, name it as you like.

As a prompt, consider your creative goals. Are you taking action to achieve them? Do you have a purpose in mind? Create something that affirms your efforts.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thank you for spending time with me. I hope you found encouragement and inspiration. If you like, you may follow the site or come back as you like. I am working here daily. There is always something new.

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.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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.

The Well Is Deep

Feed and Upkeep: The well within, where creativity and imagination reside, relies on consistent and varied tasks to maintain function and outpour.

Reading most any material will do. I have a love of novels, instructional volumes, Bibles, reference tomes. Still, poetry books, magazines, newspapers, biographies, old, outdated texts, and anything else that comes within my reach are beloved.

Music lifts my spirits and stitches up the tears that plague my soul. Without lyric, melody, and harmony, life would be dark and dull. I listen to virtually anything. I am always finding new favorites that tweak my ears.

Pens are an unquenchable delight. Switching to a different one can somehow spur an unusual stream of thought, freed from wherever it took flight.

Art supplies can move me to discover parts of me for which I never knew there existed a need.

Cards, journals, paper somehow seem full of beauties I search for when I am distracted. I often find a binding peace in words that flow like honey from the interiors I did not know were waiting.

Time with Tribble and Wookie, my extraordinary dogs, grounds me and helps relax my hyperactivity.

Driving can be a journey into spaces between my heartbeats. The heart of me responds to the motion and the emotion of the music that usually plays.

I have to be cautious, for funds are few, but shopping with the beauty of acquisition and variety of choice bubbles the well.

Costuming within the wardrobe I chose also has a pleasure that suits me.

I am highly productive with creativity, so I slake my thirst at the well continually. No one can build without quality materials. Taking time to restore our power is an essential portion of the creative function. I hope maybe you found some ideas. May you always find what you require before you come to know your need.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

What do you do to fill your well, or do you have other words for it? Can you increase your inflow so you have more product?

Do you have persons who encourage and inspire you to the point the well is filled?

Does conversation carry you to new constellations where you find true being?