When tempted only to browse Not close, not truly see One avoids involvement In everything completely. Dandelions are destitute weeds Not delicate creations, beauty, People become utilitarian Not deriving from incomprehensible Depths of dignity, glamour, time. The slant rays limning a vine Do not enchant causing one To desperately pine for a glimpse Of crimson roses sent once Upon a splendid loving time. There is no magic, allure, No precious heavenly divine Each thing is dust fashioned To feast upon with unrequited lust. Slow a bit, look, long linger Over what the world passes by, The silver flicker of sun lighting waves, A raindrop reflecting golden from clover, The wingbeats gentle susurration Of the murder of crows rising Into the cerulean sky as a fierce Beribboned Shih Tzu puppy walks With a small bark and no chase to find. Come, come, be entranced again Let nature, environments, Become the closest of friends, Treasure every person, let Humanity delight, rousing love To light fires of generosity, kindness; Gather hope that tomorrow will divulge The abundant pleasures of happiness Filling each day full-measure, overwhelming, And to God all the glory, gratitude.
Sometimes you must lose To learn to win graciously. Sometimes your heart breaks, To make room for love again. Suffering can teach you How to live more freely. Disappointment gives a chance For an increased appreciation of joy. When you hit the bottom Your energy renews for the climb. When you are left empty, alone, You discover your faithful friends. When everything is gone, nothing left, You reach for God and find Him there. If your happiness disappears, with delight, Jesus can restore your pleasure, full-measure. If you need more than you are able God can provide fulfillment plentifully. Nothing is over unless you quit Winners like you, keep going, getting up.
Music became life On a full-size bed where dance Was called by my brother On his electric blue Fender With white highlights and magic. I was just little He was my hero, and is, Though we had our downs, He has gone ahead, but I Think of him often and all The talent carried In someone I could see, touch, Have play songs for me, I guess he jams with those who He could play in such detail. I still love the sound Of music turned up a bit loud My dancing is less Beautiful and precise, but The songs bring me back to life.
There are times when showing how things germinate and become seem essential to share. The above is a journal page. I think we all need to know that however our process works, it is okay.
Creativity can be messy. It can also travel in lots of directions to get to an end, and even then, we may wonder what we have. Learning to trust ourselves in our media is why I feel working every day is most important. Even when insecurity and doubt assail us, doing what we love is a refuge and something we cannot give up.
Prompt: Share something you are working on creatively, even if you feel it is still rough around the edges.
Gratitude: I got up today to sunshine and opportunity. I found some cool guitar jams. My workstation. I have great tools. Sodas.
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