Richard’s beautiful Orange Tabby, who is never entirely sure I am okay. Tonight I agree with him because I seem to have acquired a toothache that is also a headache.
I returned my DirecTv equipment today, so I have cut the cord and sunk the satellite. The amount of television I watch is so minimal; I probably will never miss it.
I do recommend streaming Peaky Blinders, Good Omens, and The Expanse. I only finished Good Omens. On Audible, I loved The Sandman. If you gathered, I am a Neil Gaiman fan; you read clues well.
The poem so heavy with images was an experimental rewrite; I probably should post the original of Same. I am on my phone tonight without my computer because I have been spending some respite time with Richard. It will wait. I do not like poetry on mobile because it always inserts extra spaces when I write.
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.
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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Writing is the thing that teaches us to understand the experience we cannot command or comprehend. Living is a riot, constant impressions, wild digressions, unbanished obsessions, mythic approximations, and passionate exhibitions.
Love is real, no poetic fairytale; it sometimes bites with destructive force. There are other times it breathes life back into a being near become a cold, bloodless corpse. Heedless, love carries headless need into ages where hearts aflame assuage the blame for falling again.
I. When what you most want Remains beyond ability You become adept Using CREATIVITY To fulfill some hopes and dreams.
II. I am not ideal But being real is enough For those loving me.
III. I have discovered The wild child passionate self Does exist still.
IV. I could sing you blue, Golden, or bright rainbow hues; I would disappear In the arrangement of notes, Unrecognized within you.
V. Love plays, tackling us, In fields where flowers obey Injunctions to fade; We are colors resisting What makes delight history.
Prompt: Create something showing how writing or art rescue from the forgetfulness of greedy insanity.
Thankfulness: No television to distract. Productiveness. Moleskine. Love. Creativity.
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Once I cleared my head, My heart began singing love, Grateful for all things.
Lift
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.
Prompt: Amid Winter’s chilling cold, add imagery that evokes a time of warmth to your creation.
Gratitude is Priceless: Being invited to Richard’s and spending time with him. Energy drinks. Diet Cokes. Medication. This.
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As you go through your days, I hope you find delights that thrill your soul. Life is a banquet we should come into with excitement. Be well, be blessed.
The trees are now bare Branches like fingers pointing Out the emptiness Of a sky bleached free without Any pigment, adding soul. Still in hallowed halls Voices state more exists here Than unreasoning fate, Life is meant in love, faith, real Enough to cite deep fortunes. Us, never alone Though feeling nothing describes Our hearts time betwixt One moment in company Or darkness in hours apart. A well of sky swells Incomplete, because though there, Stars cannot be seen, Sun-drenched heavens obscure all That remains, always being. We, expecting more, Find, however, hard we look Somehow we are blind Because experience steals Our senses toward what we feel. Even names in our dreams Though given, known, lived – disperse Into fog forgot When eyes are closed, we are not, But feelings of urgency. On the ground, brown grass Waits the awakening brought By calendar turns Where warmth swift begins, returns, Like embraces of one beloved.
Prompt: Words are love, life, the making of reality. Explore using creativity to express things you wish to see but hardly know. See how far you can stretch belief.
Gratitude: I had a wonderful lunch with Richard. I returned home. Wookie had not wholly destroyed things, though she made inroads toward it. Music, singing, dance. Strawberry Crème Cheese Danishes.
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