Category Archives: Gratitude

It Called For Haiku

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If you have been with me awhile you know one of my favorite things to write is haiku. I will remind you that a haiku is a form of counted syllable poetry consisting of three lines that number five – seven – five syllables. In the original, haiku were usually nature poems. I have, over the years, adopted my own way of doing them, as long as the syllables add up, anything goes.

As a prompt, I recommend you write some haiku; however, you choose.

I had written two and a half dismal pages in my journal, and then on the new page, the haiku took over. As usual, everything about my mood got turned upside down. I  cannot ever remain in depression and create haiku. For me, this short form is a therapy. I do not really invite haiku, they just occur. So, enjoy.
1.
We have seen the stars,
We are the material
Making them shine bright.

2.
Nothing is beyond
Creativity’s power,
It brings life to life.

3.
You are not alone,
The universe cheers efforts
You make to succeed.

4.
When suicide seems
A viable solution,
Reach out, share your love.

5.
You! Never forget,
Life is love and love becomes
Reason and purpose.

6.
Creativity
Lodges within every soul,
Building life, a whole.

7.
It may not go right,
But failure is no reason
To desert your dreams.

8.
Just create something,
See where the making takes you,
Discover yourself.

9.
If you feel down, lost,
Grab paper and pen, see if
You find your way back.

See, there is no way to stay in the doldrums and write haiku. Try it, you will see.

I am grateful for the creativity God blesses each person with, that they may make the world a better place. I am also thankful for your visit here today. I hope you will follow the website by clicking the button or that you will come back soon. If you enjoyed this entry, take some time to peruse some of the other material here. The site is mainly devoted to creativity, and you might find some edifying ideas to inspire your own work. None of us lives in a vacuum, we are supported by each other. Love carries us through the best of times and those that are very difficult. Helping one another makes the whole stay together.

Remember, no matter what, there are people to whom you are a treasure, and your love for others maintains many peoples’ feelings of worth.

Be well. Create. God Bless You, Always.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Observation

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Life is a puzzle, endlessly morphing so pieces in place must be rearranged to come close to a resolution. Then the whole thing falls, coming apart. It must then be put together again. Or perhaps, life is a composition that arrives nearly complete in a maestro’s mind, but upon concentration digresses into separate notes with no continuity.

These are the days of individuals, communities, states, countries, and the whole of the world. Constant change, revolution, reorganization, reformation are the lot of humanity, both singularly and in mass. We are made to grow, create, become, and, these are processes of the destruction of knowns and the construction of theories, which we assimilate as the new knowns, which then must be replaced.

Those who explore, create, envision the future before the dissolution of the past, become the heroes and heroines of the present, rewarded with wealth and prestige, positions of power and authority.

Time is not, however, static, it flows, and current triumphs become novelties of yesterday. Chaos surrounds, summons us. We are invited to delve deep into its recesses, to plunder its treasures for our edification and enrichment, but the things we gain are ethereal, quickly resolving back into the turmoil from whence they arose. We may briefly conquer and harness chaos, the unknown, to our will, but it will tear away, and we must rejoin the chase.

Thankfully, over all these elements, the Lord, Jesus Christ, stands sovereign, and in His wisdom and power, constrains what would destroy all of us. We, the whole of human life, are protected by God. Though we live, blissfully unaware, our steps are marshalled and guided in ways needful for survival. I am most grateful for the Lord’s constant loving care.

© 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 😂

Being Informed (Part Two – Kieatrice Tales)

Mrs. Molly Kangaroo received a call, from Kieatrice’s school’s principal, while she was at work in her business office.

Mr. Solance said, “Mrs. Kangaroo, forgive me for calling you during the business day, but it is crucial you know what happened to your daughter today.”

Mrs. Molly replied, “Any time the school needs to reach me about Kieatrice, I am available. She is most important to me. I love her more than words can express.”

“Thank you for your cooperation. Kieatrice was bullied by students as she lined up for the bus this morning. We were informed by the driver and staged a lecture and a guest speaker. However, it is imperative that you are also aware and able to talk with her and provide further support,” said Mr. Solance.

“I do appreciate this call. Bullying is a terrible thing, and it is heartbreaking to know my child experienced it. I will be there to meet her when she comes home and will discuss this with her. Thank you for addressing the issue at school. Perhaps working together we can make the bullies realize they are in error and support Kieatrice in ways that will limit damage to her life,” said Mrs. Molly Kangaroo.

Mr. Solance said, “We will hope our intervention works, but sometimes it does not, so we must all be diligent in observation. If you have any indication this is ongoing, feel free to contact me as needed.”

“I am very grateful you let me know this happened. If I see further signs that she is being harassed, I will inform you immediately. My girl loves school, and I would hate for bullies to change that or harm her kind nature,” said Mrs. Molly.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kangaroo. Hopefully when we speak, again it will be about more pleasant matters. Goodbye,” said Mr. Solance.

Mrs. Molly said, “Goodbye, Mr. Solance.”

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Redeeming Terms

Redeeming Snowflakes

I hear people bandy about terms that were once understood as definite descriptions as if those meanings no longer apply. It seems to happen more often and to ever more beautiful words.

Politicalizing or degrading language is an offense, but it is also a part of the adaptation of words to current times. It behooves us to cast back on some of the original purposes set out in our lexicon.

As children, many of us wondered at the beauty of the falling snow, and scores of us have yet to lose the fascination. The idea that each snowflake is an imprinted original with a unique design unlike any other ever released from heaven is fantastic, as is the fact that each human being is an even grander a miracle.

Today, I encourage you to celebrate who you are and what you create. Contribute something refreshingly inventive to our world. Give others an opportunity to experience creation through your perspective. You can only impact society if you take action.

We may grow older,
But if we nurture our passions
Creativity survives.


Keep farseeing eyes
An open, compassionate
Heart, be a blessing.


Communicate LOVE
In all that you undertake;
It makes trouble quake.

As a prompt: Take a word whose reputation has been sullied by offensive misuse and harken back to its origins. Create something, letting the original meaning shine. Do this in any medium that appeals to you.

I am grateful:

  1. I have to chance to express myself creatively.
  2. I am able to write.
  3. Reading is a fundamental skill I exercise regularly.
  4. My son inspired me by calling.
  5. The well we plumb to manifest art and literature in our existence never runs dry.

Thank you so much for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you enjoyed your time here. If you wish, click the button and follow the site, or come back as you can. Should you have thoughts to share, please leave a comment. Your input is always welcome. Bless you, forever, and may you find life as you dream it with abundances of love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Learning Curve

Incredible Hope

I have tools I sometimes fail to explore. I bet you do too. I challenge you to escape your comfort zone and create something astounding. You are fully capable, just convince yourself that the effort is worthwhile.

No one can impact the world in the way you can, you are uniquely gifted with creativity allowing you to be the best of who you wish to be. If you doubt it, read other entries on this website. Creativity is my passion and I will not let you forget that you are divinely endowed with the ability to make your dreams reality.

I am so grateful you stopped by. Hopefully, you will subscribe or visit again soon. Comments and discussion, including polite criticism, are forever welcome.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Keep Going, You Are Enough

Kieatrice Kangaroo began the new school year with the beautiful clothes her mother, Molly, had bought for her. She had an eye exam over the Summer and was fitted with glasses that made the world clear for the first time. She had new notebooks, pencils, pens, and a fascinating calculator. She had made straight A’s the year previous, and she was excited about the first day in class.

When the day came around, she dressed carefully and checked herself in the mirror, so she knew she looked alright. At the bus stop, some of the other joeys pointed at her and tittered with laughter.

She overheard one say, “Kieatrice looks like a four-eyed rat, and those clothes, I am sure they are second hand.”

Another said, “See how pointed her nose is, gotta be some rat in her ancestry.”

Kieatrice tried to hide the tears welling in her eyes, but she knew they would fall because water always runs downhill.

When the bright yellow bus pulled up most of the other joeys lined up ahead of Kieatrice, but suddenly she was pushed from behind and stumbled into someone else.

The joey turned and told her, “Don’t touch me four-eyes, I do not want your rat germs.”

The other joeys rushed past her, and she was last to board the bus.

The driver, Miss Eleanor, said, “Sweetheart, I saw what happened. You sit right here behind me. I will make sure you are safe as houses.”

Kieatrice was relieved by the driver’s kindness, she had ridden the same bus the year before. Miss Eleanor had always smiled and had a positive word for everyone.

When they arrived at school, Miss Eleanor turned to Kieatrice and said, “You can get off first, and I will talk to someone in the school. We do not tolerate bullies.”

She left the bus and scrambled across the lawn to the school. The joeys rushed past her, pointing, jeering, and laughing at her. By the time she reached the doors, she was snuffling, sobbing, trying to hide her upset.

The day was almost unbearable, with her having to sit all alone at lunch, she tried to understand what she had done. Nothing seemed to have caused all this animosity. She decided there must be something wrong with her, no other reason would suffice.

Then after lunch, her teacher, Mr. Vernly, lectured the class on bullying and opened the door to bring in a famous actress who told the students her story.

Miss Talent said, “When I was a child, joeys decided to pick on me. They shoved me, called me names, made fun of my glasses, my face, my clothes, there was nothing about me that was right according to them. I continued to study, making good grades, practicing my enunciation, entering contests, becoming the best I could be. I got contacts to replace my glasses. Even though those joeys could not see, there was greater goodness in me that their meanness could not destroy.”

When she finished talking she asked for questions, Kieatrice asked, “How did you find the strength to keep working?”

Miss Talent smiled and said, “I believed love was greater than evil and I chose to never give up. Anyone can choose their attitude despite the adversity they face, and let me tell you, love and attitude make all the difference. There are always others who support us, and we have to gather them as safety around us.”

Kieatrice said, “Thank you, I think it will all be okay. It was great you came here today.”

When she got on the bus that afternoon, she heard some negative comments about her, but Miss Eleanor allowed her to sit in the front seat and no one was brave enough to cause trouble on that bus. They whispered, but no joey laid a hand on her.

She left the bus ahead of the others, and though they made a fuss, she kept walking, not looking back. She decided that no matter what they did she would be a successful kangaroo. Life opened before her, and she chose to chase her dreams. Love would keep her, and she would never give up because she realized she was enough.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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