Journal Pages (Opening Up)

I hope these are legible and can be seen clearly enough. I lost a contact so am relying on eyes, glasses, and 3 power reading glasses. I rather not worry with the glasses so I tax my eyesight. All these journal pages were written eyes only.

I am struggling. So many needs, no one to turn to but God. He is who I should go to first, anyway.

The worship service at First Baptist Church of Abilene on Sunday has impacted my thought life ever since.

My insecurities over the state of my soul play plentifully as well.

I am posting this thinking it might be encouraging to someone else. Ah, but the other opinion that comes to mind is it might trouble someone and that is not my intent.

Funny thing: Facebook is advertising to me as if I am a lawyer. Right, (sarcasm), me with no college and in temporary penury. I once hoped to become a lawyer, but my life led other places.

Prompt: Did your life turn you in unexpected directions? Create something about your situation.

GRATITUDE LIST

I am attending (some) church again. First Baptist Church of Abilene is my new church home. I Love my church. I hope to get there with more regularity in the future.
My best friend, Reba, does not desert me though I likely do not deserve her Love.
I have the tools I need to write and the ability to do it.
I have a poem appearing in Villa Rica News and Views’ April Issue.
Always thankful for music, reading, and writing.

I pour myself out in ink sometimes. Writing on my devices is not quite so raw. Do you find your creativity comes in different flavors according to the implements you use? I am using my phone for the text parts of this post. I also took the images of my pages with it and left them unedited.

Alex is after me to write a book, any book. He says my talent should make me money. He also asks do I want all my work to die with me? Morbid, but craftily motivational are his speeches. What a wonderful son I have, even with us often upsetting one another.

I guess I should let this go. Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you found something to challenge you and make you examine yourself. If you would like to see more of posts, or less, like this one drop a like, follow, comment, and invite someone who might find this interesting to visit.

This post and site are © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan. If you would like to use this content elsewhere please give proper credit. Letting me know would also be appreciated.

Go put your Creativity to work. I believe in you. May God richly bless you in everything!

Love to you all! Always and Evermore, Jo Ann

NoTiCe!

A Few Reviews

Surrender by Bono is a not to be missed autobiography, especially if you are a U2 fan. Refreshingly candid and very enlightening about a star and his struggles with faith and fame. I highly recommend it to everyone.

I am not a huge film fan, being more at home in the world of words, but I am impressed with some content I have recently viewed.

Top Gun Maverick became a blockbuster and after watching it, I see why that is so. Lovely film.

The three John Wick movies are awesome if you like a good story with non-stop action. I love fast-paced videos.

We Have A Ghost is a beautiful narrative, well acted, and superbly plotted. Warning: You may need a Kleenex.

You know I have to say something about my favorite band. GRRR by the Rolling Stones is an excellent set of tracks.

I got these up a bit late for streaming this weekend, but maybe next week.

Always & Ever,

Jo Ann

Images, Imagined

Entry Five – 2023 Creativity Project

Like photographs falling out of a pocket, scattered hither and yonder, we live these days, morphing from now to ever.

I collect things, pens, journals, books, images, and feelings. Never know when I might find myself in need, so I squeeze things in, some with ease. Others come harder, jagged, and broken, but those find meaning, too.

Rosy Shades and Bared – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

PROMPT: Go somewhere, familiar or strange, take photographs that soothe or move you. See if you have words to fit the images. Try them out to fit. Post if you can and will.

There is something I want to catch. I have not gotten it yet. Maybe I will share it when I do. Today came close, but we all know there are times when images play us for fools, spooling out with bartered charm.

He is my son, Alex’s dog, and I am captivated by his strength and how he simetimes seems pensive and aloof.

Trees, Shadows, Moon – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I caught other photographs, but maybe these are enough for today. I do not know, indeed cannot say for sure, but I might bog someone down. Time will keep, until it does not, then it will slide out and away.

Thankful for these, Today:

1. Oreo cookies.
2. The pen I photographed above is a spirit of music, and music is a muse.
3. January, days when the depth and darkness seem to fall away.
4. Finishing reading the first book in the new year.
5. Sleep.

Thanks for popping by to visit my site. I hope you found encouragement or perhaps inspiration. You can click the button to subscribe if you care to do so. It will set you up for updates when I post. If you liked what I brought, please let me know what you thought with a like or comment, or should you wish both. This lets me know these thoughts are not simply going into the void. Maybe it allows me to focus a little more clearly on what gives value.

Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

Alas, and Away

You wanted me once,
It was already too late
You were walking out
The door on your way elsewhere
Falling for somebody else.
I always wanted
You from the first, beginning,
Like a childhood crush
Way, way overdone, too much;
Love, still falling into you.
Now, so far away
Living, we are avoiding
Any chance to see
One another because, here,
Love holds us close together.
Keep on, keeping on
Apart from being with me
Go on; you stay free
By this late date, you might find
My heart has left you behind.
I have to remind
Myself, I am doing fine
On my own – alone
This love just a memory
Never a reality.
Still, keep yourself there
Stay away now; only fair,
Because ah, perhaps
I could be somehow convinced
You have a place for me, us.

Nobody needs another broken-hearted love poem, dangling on, like yesterday. It’s what all the best people say, anyway. However, I have enough love left over to keep writing these things, forever.

So forgive me again, for this time, when the night could not keep me in check, I wrote it. Whatever did you expect? No, you know better; you should see the letters. Together, no never, but love unrequited, it is remarkable as a dream, in deep Winter, of Spring bringing its breezes.