Doubt drives, boring a hole, through The midst of dedicated lives searching For fortunate answers, viable ideas, Told in the harmony of truths, Caught fast in the discord of loss. We can open ourselves – Gift one another with reality Wash deception away with positivity Discover the best of who we are – Building value into each heart, soul. Dancing as we are joyful, Hugging when we need support, Facing our dragons together, Rising like Phoenixes from the ashes Where nearly slain, we conquered pain. No weapons fatal required, but reason, Wisdom studied, prepared, applied, Freely shared to light a path through Spaces inhabited by shades of darkness Securing the light of generosity, kindness, Love to every area, corner, portion, All quarters where precious humanity In gorgeous beauty survives on Earth.
Where the dream falls apart And our pieces are gathered Though there be stormy weather One finds what is hidden – matters – In the days, events, times given, A beauty of souls, phenomenal part. Here to premiere such talent, Extremely important, past, now, The time we are sore prepared to welcome But must live, learning to steer the craft, Leaning so the raft not capsize Plunging us to be molested by the waves Uncaring influence, with due diligence We enter the depths altogether surrounded. There exists no up, no down, and prayer, We cry, hoping we find grace in A timely, beneficial reply – though – In a heartache, we wonder if in wandering, We each turned too far aside, too insensitive, For the Lord in His mercy to arrive, Make His presence known for one, Alone, if it matters, this life to abide. How we must each together Summon the gumption to recall – One is never only, all creation, Every population supports who We trust ourselves to be, We must learn the lesson, LOVE, Is greater than individuality – The Fruit of God – purposefully.
Most times, I avoid Saying no, telling others I am unhappy, I stand by reflectively Keeping discomfort hidden. When I must speak out My emotions take control, Volume escalates I am loud and shake because I do not like to cause pain. Mainly I suffer When I am strong, I belong To take care of those Who call upon me in need Even when it is wrong for me.
The occasion flashed By like the thunder’s rumble In the lightning’s wake; The calendar says days passed – But time did not linger, no. Nae way to savor Except in the instant when We paused to caress, Present twinkling, we like stars Became bodies made regal. A dance, a song, lived Evanescent, only ours, Beautiful freedom With one another conjoined Still ourselves, we become us.
Journals are exercise, keeping imagination fit for bigger things. No holes barred, no trapeze, why have a net? I have shared journal pages a lot over the years. It does not intimidate me, revealing creativity in the raw.
I know the hype is you should keep journals locked away, but I attempt to be as real and open as possible when I share work. If you do not use a journal, I recommend it highly for increasing your output. You may share or not, as so pleases you.
The composition book I am now using has dots instead of lines. I am unused to this. It may take a bit for my handwriting to catch up.
Being back home is somewhat lonely, but the dogs like it.
Entry 38 for September. I am shocked by how much I have worked this year. Committing to an entry per day or more has given me a structural framework. I recommend 365 projects. I have done them before. Mine – I call a Creativity Project, but if you begin, name it as you like.
As a prompt, consider your creative goals. Are you taking action to achieve them? Do you have a purpose in mind? Create something that affirms your efforts.
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