Know the rain coming down, ravens, Have the heart to mend the brokenness, Sing the songs whispering within, Hear what is never spoken again, Fear the shadows between letters, Doubt whatever meant to be, Believe sharing love best when tested.
Know the child hidden inside, Have enough to give without blinking, Sing loud and not falter when heard, Hear and speak the silence of trees, Fear worth is too little to measure, Doubt the well will produce pleasure, Believe all is precious, priceless treasure.
PROMPT: Create something or find something created only for yourself; share it! I did.
The app DIARO is pretty neat for a journal on devices. The share or export command may leave some formatting issues when coming to WordPress, but there are workarounds, as usually there are.
If you have not watched the show, Umbrella Academy, maybe you would find it excellent. I binged the second season (ten episodes) at once. You may recall I rarely imbibe video in more extended versions.
I am thankful for my son, Alex; he has been a boon to my living all his days. My gratitude to God for providing such blessing is unending.
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.
Today, I return to my original format used with my first creativity project online, found on Chronicles. I have included my handwritten journal entry for this date.
Prompt If you have not tried journaling, do that. You may wish to do freeform as above, or you may want to give yourself a topic each day. If you are doing specific creative work, a journal may also be used to work out glitches and problems in what you are doing. Include what you wish; a journal is like a friend whose feedback is in your reading again.
Recommendation I have listened to the Audible version of Sandman and am listening to Sandman 2. I am usually not a fan of audiobooks, but I find these extremely enjoyable. Both employ a cast of voice actors and required sounds, and it may help that I am already a fan of Neil Gaiman.
READING SUGGESTION The first book I have completed in 2022 is Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. I read this book in 2011 when it originally came out, and I am afraid much reading since fogged my memory of some portions. Since my son, Alex, often references it, I reread it. It is a good book about computers, simulations, the 1980s, the present, friendship, romance, lost love, and even has some murder thrown in. It is a book with a broad appeal, as relevant now as at its initial publication, maybe more.
1 Maybe, those dreams past We can make real if we take This time to attend To things we began before Warnings dire started to flash.
2 Who could you become If you trusted yourself more Than you have before?
3 We can never buy What we want most, try we may But days, past decays.
Gratitude List I am thankful: 1. For holidays, and For average days when routine Takes hold, and things are A bit less bold, and one can Be a comfortable self, like: A quiet volume, Not opened to reveal all The story it hides, But sitting dreamy waiting ‘Til some hungry soul arrives. 2. For clever devices Technologies some devise Adding joy to lives. 3. My ability To read and maybe write, With some expertise. 4. These dogs, who call me Theirs, who willingly share space And the air freely. 5. Friends and family I have had, happily known, Those lives still present And those now gone, just away, Or to their heavenly home.
A gratitude list, made poetry? Not entirely sure what happened there, but I also seem to speak in rhyme from time to time, so I guess I will not worry over something so sublime.
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The ever Beautiful Miss Wookie has wondrous monstrous designs on 2022! She and I wish you worlds of blessings in the New Year!
There is a pause to Breathe before hurry begins, Listen to the wind; Restless relentless beating Of a heart, like waves breaking.
A lot has been, but focusing behind can be a liability. This year beckons in a new gown with a bright face, crowned without tarnish. Embracing new endeavors with hope, joy, and wonder can allow opportunity and possibility. Adventure exists; seeking it is the challenge.
This is post one of 365 days. Join me here, at the inception, and we will go wherever the leading takes us.
Gratitude List I am Thankful:
1. Holidays were spent with family. 2. My son and I remain close. 3. I have friends on whom I can depend for support. 4. I have creative avenues in which to invest. 5. I am still standing, despite it all, still standing. Onward, heed the call.
Survey the past, let anything negative go best you can, or at least for the moment. Imagine what you want the future to be and create from there. Should there be goals you are ready to hold, enumerate those if you wish.
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As most of you may know, I lost my Mom several years ago after being her full-time caregiver for some years.
We both collected cups, although Mom had an altogether more impressive cache having had more money to spend.
We were active in CBC as long as she could go without danger or humiliation. In the singles group, I met Bernice, but she soon became a treasured friend of us both. She gave my Mom the cup above, which is by far one of the most unique I have seen.
This work of art was stored in a curio cabinet in the common area. A few weeks ago, as I was walking my circle through the house, I heard the beginning of a crash.
I was right beside the cabinet on my path, and an assortment of glass, ceramic, and china things Mom collected and painted fell out on the floor. The stud that held the shelf let go and tilted so that with the accumulated weight, the door opened, and much tumbled out to shatter.
The unique cup Bernice gifted Mom was not on that shelf, thankfully. I have been moving it around the house, hoping to keep it safe.
I was crushed that several figures Mom painted after I taught her how to help with her tremors were destroyed. I hope there are no such future occurrences.
I think this cup is so unusual; I thought I would share.