Happy Mother’s Day

My Mom and I in July 1992. She was my bridesmaid that day; the most gorgeous I could have dreamed. Mom believed in me when I could not. She helped me when no one else would. She gave me the world because she taught me reading and writing.

The loss of her is incalculable. The times I need her are astronomical. I hope the Lord will give her a hug in Heaven and wish her Happy Mother’s Day for me!

My computer is being repaired. It is in desperate shape and will require time. I am posting from the tablet, and this may be it today. The week has been a series of disasters, praying things improve. I do not even have a working cellphone at present.

When beset by trouble, it will pass, good times will return.

When your tech goes beserk, it is well if you have redundant systems.

Short Musings

Conversation is
A lifeboat holding us safe
When storms run rampant.

It is not who we
Are, it is what we can share
That is meaningful.

Some things are so hard to explain, but the explanation means the whole world.

I have hundreds of little musings like this I have written on Social Media. I once tried to copy all the ones on Twitter, tired me out. I just make up stuff. I think a lot. Mostly I try to do haiku and tanka, but sometimes I just feel things. I wonder why I spend time on futility.

I have mentioned here before that those two forms are great warm-ups. You might try some when you are having a difficult time creating. A prompt if you need one.

I am thankful:

1. For unexpected gifts.
2. For education.
3. For pets.

4. For the ability to entertain myself.

5. For music.

I sincerely believe that gratitude gives a huge appreciation for what inhabits our lives and opens our boundaries for receiving more blessings. It has been my practice for a long time to write lists of those things for which I am thankful. I recommend you include it in your life.

This may be my only post today. I have some plans which I hope come to fruition. I am having challenges that are daunting. I sincerely hope they work out soon.

Whatever you do, chase joy. It will bless you with more happiness than you expect.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thoughts in Forms

Love is the magic
In everything we carry
Within our minds, souls,
It is out beyond control
Making us all we can be.
.
Staying up all night

Is much more enjoyable

In good company.

Love, like stars, is forged

Beyond any influence

We can ever guide.

Sometimes we must wait

Until the spectacular

Happens for our joy.

The dearest sweetest

Things in our lives cannot be

Measured by money.
.
Waiting forever
Then from nowhere, everywhere,
Sudden it arrives,
All recognizing it was
How, why, what, survival brought.
.
Inside, outside, time
It all drifts distant away
Here, there, everywhere
Not as we are, as we wish
Dreaming, creativity.
.

I am grateful for friendship, creativity, reading, writing, love, life, everything, and everyone in life.

These are independent tanka and haiku. My doodle jottings. I hope all are doing well. I encourage you to exercise your creativity. Thank you for spending time with me. There is a follow button or come back when the notion hits you.

No Teenage Love Affair

I have no idea
What we were thinking, to touch,
Yeah, we know too much,
There has been long aloneness
Years so many, tears like floods.
We stand before one another
Souls bare, connected somehow,
No secrets we fear to share,
Gently touching, sudden reach
Coming undone altogether.
Building fires passion feeds
Longing, wanting, needing, hope
Escalating into a future
Unimagined, never dreamed,
Could it be, could it possibly?
Hearts stutter, bodies quake,
Here together, be no mistake.

Given Way

I wanted to buy
A press, so I could begin
Printing all the best,
But it was not meant to be
Fortune does not smile on me.
Even so, I write
Growing a bit over time
So my words carry
Love where I cannot travel,
Working hate to unravel.
A little message
Here, another over there,
Some people take it
With them otherwhere to share
Meaning convening elsewhere.
My life oozes words,
Vowels, consonants, nouns, verbs,
Sentences, lines, breaks,
A haphazard creative
Language tendered in payment.
The gift God-given
In every moment present
More often than not
Finding the rightness of speech
To beseech others to Love.

I have ink all over my hands. The vagaries of ink pens are a mess in the making. I hope you have better luck.