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You all may well know I am not one for bugs… Except, outdoor ants have always fascinated me. As a child, I spent a good deal of time studying them

If you have a problem, and it is too massive for you to deal with, just go watch the ants. Ants do not care how big, how unwieldy, how vicious, how heavy, how they might get hurt; whatever it is, ants tackle it and make it happen. They are virtually unstoppable.

This little creature was moving this enormous piece of whatever when I went out to retrieve the mail. I stopped and took the time to watch. I am not sure where the destination was, but I know the ant got there with its prize. I mean, after watching, I was convinced success was guaranteed.

I am a fan of the tenacity of ants. Sometimes I think humans would do well to be like them. The problem with us, we overthink and get discouraged. We will get distracted or give up. If an ant could tell us something, I am quite sure it would be, “Keep going until you meet your goal and never, no matter what, give up. Do not let obstacles prevent your progress, and ignore the injuries, as long as there is life, you can do it all.”

So, there you have it, a lesson from my good friend the ant. Remember you are so much and so precious, love has you all the way.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, July 15, 2019

Respect

We are human beings and share a common genus and species. Our differences are so minor as to be almost scientifically moot. Boys, girls, men, women, or whatever gender nomenclature we claim, are only descriptive. No one of us is above another.

Today, I was informed, someone I love had been severely physically abused. Such is our world, but it should not be so. When one person attacks another, under any circumstances, it is a grievous wrong. We are gifted with one another to give and receive love. Each of us has problems, even as we have gifts, skills, talents, and we accord one another respect, understanding. Abusing each other discredits us and diminishes us. Everyone is so injured by those times when a lack of caring, kindness, love is shown.

Violence is reprehensible. To pay for who you are with your flesh and tears is a cost too high for being born. Anger is a fierce emotion, but it can be channeled into creation, exercise, work, anything not involving violence and destruction. We have no right to hurt one another. Emotional wounds are long-lasting and cruel, sometimes living within one much longer than bruises and fractured bones. Breathe, remember who you are, walk away, remember you have a purpose, reason, and belong to be a shining example.

I plead with you, be generous, gentle, kind, loving, respectful, understanding; leave off the destructiveness, inhumanity, meanness. This world needs us to be positive and life-affirming. Let your voice encourage, inspire, give affirmation.

I know many differences cause unrest for some. I want to remind you, differences are our beauty, variety is a gift from the Creator. If we were all the same, boredom would overcome us. Every person can add wonderous contributions to all there is.

Let us love and love and love, until all we know is love because love is who we are.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, July 15, 2019

Pardon me for reacting so vehemently. Injustice causes me pain.

Time to Time… And All Times

A day like today, one can feel awash in time, especially me, cause my relationship with time is tenuous. Alex, my son, asked me this morning if I thought I would live to be 56. There have been times when I came close to checking out. Only by the grace of God am I here.

I think we do not know how often the Lord keeps some tragedy from happening, maybe that walk back to check the door, or having to change a little one’s clothes, or the misplaced article is actually the Savior at work.

I am thankful for both the bad and the good because the trouble taught me to be stronger and keep fighting to thrive. There are times maybe I just survive, but I am so grateful for the people and relationships that grace(d) my life. I enjoy so many blessings.

Life’s struggles are constant, but to overcome, oh, how sweet is the victory. Jesus is near to those who need Him and will in no wise desert His people who are called by His name.

I am touched by the people who say I make a difference, having so often felt inconsequential. When you spend a lot of time alone, doubt can invade your mind and inhibit your productivity. Positive words are so precious.

I try to encourage and inspire, but sometimes I can wallow in the mire. I appreciate those who throw me a life float when I am sinking into the quicksand. I know sometimes it takes a monster truck and chains to rescue me; I am grateful to you all too.

I am not sure exactly where this was going. I just want to thank all of you who have sent me well-wishes today. I am so glad I got to the church because I got some kind words and hugs, hugs are so special. Sunday School and Worship were terrific as well. Jesus was present.

I sincerely hope I make better use of the coming years than I have the past ones, but I would not miss what has gone before because the Lord has woven a tapestry of identity from all I have experienced and it was worth it all.

I was going to affix Freddie Mercury singing Time Waits For No One to this, but maybe not. You can find it on YouTube, the Offical video is best.

Time does, however, rush away like the water going over the falls. Live every moment to the fullest, never give up, remember happiness is an internal thing, you create it. Do your best to avoid wasting all that is given to you. If there are things, you dream of doing, to the best of your ability, do those. Find your creativity and employ it to enhance the world.

You are so very precious. God loves you, and God makes no junk. I love you, too, all of you mean so much. I think I should probably stop now. Sorry for running long.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, July 14, 2019

This was posted to Facebook first.

I want to add a few things here. I am incredibly grateful for the opportunities I have been given to have some poetry published. The social media communities in which I have been active have been supportive, and I am thankful for each person who has commented or liked or further interacted with my work and myself. I have been on the web since 1991 and put a lot of work out here.

I encourage you if you are creative, to invest sufficient time and effort in your work to hone your skills. Do not let negative thoughts stop you. Do not fear. Make it happen, cause happening is why you are here.

There are so many things, but it will wait. More than anything, know you matter. The world would be a lesser place without you. You are wonderfully made and specially fashioned for this, your time.

I need to be on here more. Sometimes I lose the belief that I make a difference. We are all liable to feel unworthy at times, we are though. We are here, and we belong.

As a quick prompt, explore your feelings about the passage of time and create an original work around your discovery.

The day comes running
Full of gifts, activities;
Freely, we grasp them.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. If you enjoyed what you read, please share, if you like follow the site or come back again. There is plenty to explore, and there is also my site at Chronicles, which contains my Creativity Project, which I did daily for a year and a half.

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Inspired by a Rolling Stone

I caught myself saying I do not want to go see them live because I want to remember them as last I observed them. Then I thought is it the stars I fear to see or is it that they reflect who I have become?

Do I want to face that I am growing older, that the glory days are past? My idea of myself, it does not connect with the image in the mirror. I am unwilling to give in to infirmity, to recognize any decrepitness, I imagine myself strong enough to face anything for I have overcome so much.

I like to think the days are still outstretched in perpetuity, but I know, I know chronologically that more hours are passed than reach into the future.

This is hard to admit, to accept, that death is any breath away, and my tenure here will cease. However, it also imbues every moment with a priceless preciousness that I cannot escape or deny. If I am to do what I am purposed to do, I must get on about doing it. There is no time to waste in frivolities or procrastination.

Life is a limited engagement. The show does not employ the same cast forever, and the show must go on. I, like everyone, want to do all the good I can, love as much as possible, create more happiness than grief, and leave memories that will be treasured, but I realize I should do those things in the now. Now does not for anyone last indefinitely.

So, maybe I should see the stars as they are and let their talent and charm take my breath away again. Each of us is a universe of life, and we should celebrate the beauty of our existence for God made each of us a Masterpiece, one of a kind, with no duplicate in eternity.

So thank you, as so often, to Sir Mick Jagger for challenging me, inspiring me, and providing food for thought. I am so indebted to you and the many others who have given a soundtrack for my life.

Maybe my small contribution will touch someone who needs to remember we are all here for only a brief while and should expend our time wisely. Blessed be.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Tuesday, June 18, 2019

No Country of Cowards

Imagine, if you will, a malaise our forefathers believed would never exist within our nation’s borders. May I welcome you to the Twilight of America and its freedoms should we, the people, not enact and undertake far-reaching changes.

Rather than caring for and supporting our military veterans, we may stand mutely by while 22 of them die by suicide each day. Where essential services for those vets with needs may take months, sometimes years, and more often than our government wishes to admit, are never given at all.

Young men may face danger when stopped for minor traffic violations, or simply because they were in an unexpected place.

A badly beaten person may not be afforded justice because of their appearance, orientation, affiliation, sex, or because their attacker is of a sort more highly esteemed.

A pregnant woman and her children may come under threat of bodily harm at gunpoint when they have committed no crime.

A senior couple may be forced to adopt a grandchild, because both her parents are mentally ill and cannot obtain treatment or medication because they are indigent.

A mother with two degrees who works excessive exhaustive hours in healthcare may only make $10 an hour while her disabled son makes $13 an hour at a home improvement warehouse.

Children may die at school when some unauthorized shooter invades the campus — a shooter who may be an untreated mentally ill person.

Many buildings sit vacant for numerous years when they may be better used to provide shelter to the homeless.

Prescriptions may be so expensive; they deplete a family’s resources to such a degree they cannot afford other necessities.

Desperately needed medical procedures that sustain life may bankrupt those who believed their insurance and their savings would carry them through any crisis.

Many may deal with gnawing grumbling bellies because there is no sustenance to be procured. Some of these are children, starving children.

Politicians may not care about the people they are meant to serve but only focus on sowing divisive seeds that will cause unrest and destroy compassion.

Teachers may be poorly paid, overburdened in crowded classrooms, lack needed materials and supplies, and be continually expected to produce students who excel.

 

These are only a few examples: injustice and inequality are widespread. The corporations and governments over us have become callous, disregarding the rights and needs of citizens.

If we do not put aside our differences and join forces to bring change in our society, the demise of much of what we hold dear about America may occur sooner than we imagine. We have come to the edge of a precipice where our choices and actions may save us or send our beautiful 243-year experiment into the obscurity of those dreams which die.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, June 16, 2019

This is a bit dark, but if we do not speak, we cannot improve. Some of these examples are from people who opened up to me without any request, people talk to me.

I have to tell you a story.

Last year I took photographs of a family at church. I was asked to drive them home one morning when it rained. I got to their apartment, and there was nothing there, nothing in the way of furniture or anything.

They needed to wash clothes, so I brought the two adult women to my house, and we washed loads and dried them. In the process of talking to them, I learned they did not have proper papers. I searched and printed forms for all of them, about 300 pages. I found out they were here from Nigeria to avoid mutilation of their female children.

I went to the pastor and told him what I had learned. The church got involved.

I gave what I could to help them, but my assets are limited.

I was adopted by all of them. I became godmother for a new baby.

Some of them went out of the country and were not allowed back, immigration came for the others.

My sweet friends are now in Ontario, and my heart breaks for knowing they had a valid reason to seek asylum here. The men were working; they were trying to get papers.

The system, it has robbed those of us who loved and cared for this family, of loved ones.

A broken system does injustice to all of us. Just my take.

I talked to my adopted daughter tonight, and I am going to see what I can do to get phone service to Canada. It was so good to hear her voice.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, May 19, 2009

Tenderness

I feel unworthy
Of all the blessings bestowed,
My weakness I know,
But God uses broken ones
To reach those who need His touch.

Sometimes the lesson
Is taught within the struggle,
We learn His mercy,
We can convey the message
To those mired in great distress.

Nothing without Him
Would I be, have, understand,
For Christ carried me
Through catastrophe, doubt, pain,
He is my Forever King.

Praise Jesus who is,
Was, and will always be, Love,
Sent to free captives,
To restore the fallen to
Life throughout eternity.

He holds our futures,
Jesus accompanies us
In our darkest hours,
He has not given us up,
He redeems and frees us all.

I feel unworthy
Of all the blessings bestowed,
My weakness I know,
But God uses broken ones
To reach those who need His touch.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, May 18, 2019

This will likely appear in the July issue of the magazine I copy edit. I think the publisher chose it after I shared it with him.

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