I have been told I should yield To the ordinary Settle down Settle in, I considered it Once, But then again I have too much Difficulty With those like Them. I am too Different, Too loud, Too much To bridle Who I am, I bring Creativity In order Wherever I am. Life is Love, To inspire, Encourage, Bring Wanderers To be found. I am unable To slow down, Time goes too Fast to let it Pass without Living it sound Aloud.
This is us You and me Spirits riding The wires. Participants In Global Society To the Ninth Degree. We are hung Between Earth and Sky, Becoming Detached From what Some call Reality. Still, it is In these Hours Many find Strength To endure, In interaction With temporal Strangers, Who are Cyber friends. The lines Wired, Screens, Love or Hate, Friends And Foes, There are Few ways To let go The life Within This realm Digital, Technology Wins the hour Abides, Attenable.
It is fantastic to set aside a day annually for giving thanks, and we should. However, there is so much more meaning to be gained from an attitude of gratitude in the midst of ordinary days. We live by grace, everything flowing to us freely. Much of what happens and what we have, we did not plan.
The parking space that opens up on a day when walking hurts. The child arrived after a long period of waiting. The place where home is found. The friends who love despite the flaws. The technology that eases each day. The books that let us travel away. The pets that bring smiles and laughter.
All these and so many blessings enhance living, gratitude journals are a wonderful practice to indulge in thankfulness. What they give us is mindfulness of how full our lives are. Maybe it raises the spirits and keeps complaints at bay.
Try to take at least a few moments to recognize your extraordinary life every week. When you know what you have you may find yourself more content.
Life is a bountiful adventure abundant in every way. I hope you find reasons for gratitude all along the pathway.
Nothing assures the imagination will show itself, but we are all creative and can manufacture situations to bring dreams to life.
One way is to face the page in actuality or on-screen and stay with it until words or art come. Another is to dive in; create as one goes, letting go of the obligation to be great in the roughness of the draft. One can clean up the mistakes and omissions later.
No one, nothing, is perfect this side of heaven. There are flaws in people and things – inanimate and living. Everyone has to deal with who they are, but change is doable. Work is not permanent, everything has a season. Sometimes the appropriate season fails to come, but this is no reason to give up.
If one only creates for the temporary pleasure of applause, little is apt to be accomplished. Seeing each moment as practice one moves close to concrete meaning. The creative act is where one experiments attempting to beget work that measures up to the triumphs of the past. Best practice is to keep the self as the competition rather than others.
If work is not displayed for public digestion it can marinate in the recesses of imagination being allowed to be edited in time for consumption by others. One must continue the work only an individual may do. Each person’s vision is important as an antidote to the fracturing of the world. Production is a valid truth, creation has meaning, dreams must be nourished. Life requires each perception of what is and is not precious. Keep going, never give up.