It was an interesting day my friends. It started early, so I stayed up all night.
I went to the Ford dealership and got the reset I hoped and prayed for without having to pay.
The Explorer did not pass emissions. I was informed if I drove fifty miles at 55, it would likely pass later. (Have you gone 55 on an expressway lately? I felt like I was sitting still.)
Before trekking off, I stopped at Chick-Fil-A (Also known as God’s Chicken Place) for brunch. I sat there in an empty dining room, reading the NYT on my phone and crying over the news. Get your Covid shot, everyone.
The manager at BAM was my friend, so I stopped at the mall. I walked through Dillards and was accosted by a dress of Scarlett O’Hara Curtain Dress GREEN. A salesperson and I discussed it: beautiful design, but all out of my budget. If only!
My friend no longer works at the book store, but the staff knows me, so we chatted. I managed to leave without buying anything. (This is an incredible accomplishment for me, especially since the latest by Stephen King tried to wend a way into my hands.)
I drove to my hometown. I stopped and photographed my “Church in the Wildwood” and the Little White Church on the Hill. Both of these had hosted weddings of mine. I also stopped by the house I was buying when my world skidded into the deep.
The trip had not run up fifty miles, so I got back on the expressway and headed in the opposite direction. Everything on the road passed me. The trucks that appeared to have eating my rear bumper as their appetizer in mind, were a bit frightening.
When I returned to my home exit, I stopped at my cellular provider because my phone did not do data well, nor phone service. The young lady said she probably could not help. A male customer had just cursed her out for the same issue with the same make and model phone. I apologized to her for his nastiness. I asked her to try anyway. She did, and her fix was great.
I ate an early dinner of a green burrito, which cost $1.34 at Del Taco. Then I went back to get emissions done again. One of my club friends was there, and we talked. He has been going through a lot, and I tried to console him. Seeing him was like an angelic intervention. I was so happy. The Explorer passed emissions.
I went back and told the young lady that her fix worked fine on my cellphone. I told her not to let anyone else treat her disrespectfully.
I drove home and almost could not enter my house for Maui. All the dogs let me know their overwhelming displeasure with my being gone. I walked the three, and the day settled back towards normalcy.
Maybe that all seems ordinary, but I rarely go out and rarely encounter so many beautiful humans.
Be kind. Love is why all of us are here. People are precious treasures. You are included.
Everyone needs loving When the world turns icy gray Those times that things go astray, But also when all seems right – And dancing lasts day to night. All the glorious notes together Can change the internal weather Allowing the most joyful songs, Every age can sing along Faces brightening with delight. The sun comes arising, In eyes hopeful and surprised; Time becomes a tender comfort When strangers become fast friends.
Prompt: The weather is rather frightful in many places; pull up a stool at the bar, create something to ameliorate the awful conditions outside.
Gratitude: I went into town and got groceries and miscellaneous after five weeks without doing so. I have hope to feel better now that I have diet soda and food I like. Music. Getting my phone to sync with the Explorer. My friend Reba is a lifesaver, literally.
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When writing or art comes straight through the Muse (Creativity), it is easy to create, but it becomes a more complicated process when the inspiration dries up. One has to reach deeper, think harder, be more persistent, and attempt coaxing imagination out to play.
This state is not ideal. There is not a full-blown block, but work becomes a challenge.
Writers may find helpful short forms like haiku or tanka. Different locations may inspire many. Meeting and socializing with a variety of people can inspire unique perspectives. All creatives could benefit from novel experiences that inform creation. Craft books are often useful. Reading, video, and music can enchant and educate us, bringing fresh material to mind.
For those who engage in daily practice, continuing is essential. As in all things, one’s mastery benefits from not giving up.
Habits of calm and quiet can also induce states conducive to the breaking of creativity into consciousness. To slow down, invoke peace, still the racing of body and mind facilitates copious production.
Taking leave from the busyness of screens makes room for thoughts unbiased by advertisement, frantic activity, and media to surface. Constant immersion in the digital world can sometimes drain away originality.
Conversation with family, friends, and others may also add filler to the well. Long walks with rapt attention to surroundings can awaken capacities often drown in routine.
Always remember, love and creativity, though perhaps muted, are present. Do not quit. Capture hope, ideas, joy, for those are available and plentiful when actively pursued.
Prompt: Pick something from the article above and immediately add it to your practice.
Gratitude: Visiting Richard, conversation, food, moments. Coming home allows less tension and stressful feelings. Not physically disciplining the Wookie for destroying my cushion. My command center. Talking to Alex and Reba.
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Once I cleared my head, My heart began singing love, Grateful for all things.
No consequence without Acting to lift the package, The heart A crane building homes Within lanes of thought, Given encouragement, Inspiration, To grasp creativity With every part. Daring to grow higher, Stronger, Beyond each chain, pain, Locking cages of timidity. Now prepared to bolt Like a Mustang who owns The land touched by The free pounding wildness Of hooves Never shod, trampling Dust into golden clouds Shining like a priceless Opportunity, To be the one who leads From laments to choruses Of elation Bringing all toward elevation Where the carefully crated Surprise is unbound, revealing Love To all who are knowingly Seeking to encompass More, abound.