I wrote these with a fountain pen, which is not my best instrument. These are my journal pages. If you read them, you will get insight into where and what my state of mind is.
I would have scanned them into the computer, but my equipment and the program did not cooperate with me. Therefore, I did the phone as I have for the past months.
Showing journal pages is a level of openness I can do, but it is a bit uncomfortable. I have no idea how this audience will react, so it is a gamble.
How revealing can you be? Consider that a prompt.
Blessings, I hope, always find you. Jesus, lend you peace. Live, alive, and Love cause that is why we are here on Earth.
Completion of tasks Long undone provides a sense Of accomplishment That borders on mystical A release, approbation. Overcoming blocks And procrastination is Difficult to do But when the dam is broken Blessings flow straight into view. Life is a constant Fight against forces that curb Enthusiasm, Restraining creativity Leeching imagination. Breaking through to Rewards and employing faith In God’s continual Love, grace, mercy bestows strength With positive energy To live productively and endure.
Today, I return to my original format used with my first creativity project online, found on Chronicles. I have included my handwritten journal entry for this date.
Prompt If you have not tried journaling, do that. You may wish to do freeform as above, or you may want to give yourself a topic each day. If you are doing specific creative work, a journal may also be used to work out glitches and problems in what you are doing. Include what you wish; a journal is like a friend whose feedback is in your reading again.
Recommendation I have listened to the Audible version of Sandman and am listening to Sandman 2. I am usually not a fan of audiobooks, but I find these extremely enjoyable. Both employ a cast of voice actors and required sounds, and it may help that I am already a fan of Neil Gaiman.
READING SUGGESTION The first book I have completed in 2022 is Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. I read this book in 2011 when it originally came out, and I am afraid much reading since fogged my memory of some portions. Since my son, Alex, often references it, I reread it. It is a good book about computers, simulations, the 1980s, the present, friendship, romance, lost love, and even has some murder thrown in. It is a book with a broad appeal, as relevant now as at its initial publication, maybe more.
1 Maybe, those dreams past We can make real if we take This time to attend To things we began before Warnings dire started to flash.
2 Who could you become If you trusted yourself more Than you have before?
3 We can never buy What we want most, try we may But days, past decays.
Gratitude List I am thankful: 1. For holidays, and For average days when routine Takes hold, and things are A bit less bold, and one can Be a comfortable self, like: A quiet volume, Not opened to reveal all The story it hides, But sitting dreamy waiting ‘Til some hungry soul arrives. 2. For clever devices Technologies some devise Adding joy to lives. 3. My ability To read and maybe write, With some expertise. 4. These dogs, who call me Theirs, who willingly share space And the air freely. 5. Friends and family I have had, happily known, Those lives still present And those now gone, just away, Or to their heavenly home.
A gratitude list, made poetry? Not entirely sure what happened there, but I also seem to speak in rhyme from time to time, so I guess I will not worry over something so sublime.
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Starting and ending are easy, but the middle gives life to the story. The morass of details, building, deconstructing, together and apart, is where we find meaning for the first and last. As creators, we test ourselves and find the elements we are made from in the uncharted country that stretches infinite inside our boundaries.
Sometimes, the mistakes are where we learn the best and the most when we create. Never be afraid of failure or the line that goes awry. We can recover, but never beginning or stopping when things get difficult serves no one. Perfection is a myth; it can hold us prisoners; creation is the goal, and sometimes the process is messy.
Writing can be bizarre. We work on one thing, then find parts and pieces, fit puzzle-like with our other work. Such was my experience today; it was like chunking ideas at a mind map.
Urgent Origin
1. Love sometimes silent Makes one wily and wary; Trust, a butterfly, Some pick the brightly colored Wings off and set them aflame.
Slaking emotion Within a stranger desire, Holding back the truth, When unbeknownst, tears fall warm – Milk curdled in noonday sun.
2. Some secrets have ways Of bleeding out over time, Leaving stains behind Hard to cover in the mind Or in person, once you find.
Everyday becomes Barred captivity with no Date set for release, Creativity invents Dialogues, reasons, endless.
Tears you comprehend But cannot ever explain To those who must pry Into the brown-paper wrapped Packages under bleary eyes.
3. Who knows the flashes Of memory making you? Is your life managed In black boxes mentally? Can anyone explain fear?
When you smile, statements, Does someone care, understand? Years play melodies Like guitars, dice, ivory – Peddle pleasures, distant names.
No pictures remain Glass burst, broken, twisted frames; To travel back, no, Claims upon the shattered heart Too costly to rearrange.
Winners rode away Without regret meant to say – Drowning in bottles Forsaking the meaning – Love – Ravens, dark dirges – black sing.
Still, shrill the ailing, Lonely wails, no one listens, The darkness alone Harbors shadows whoever It was and somehow might be.
Castaway – leave shore, Dump boxes full of shame, woe, Let bad temper go, Find the self anew, made free Voyage into what agrees.
Prompt As you work, see how you handle middles. Do you have beginnings and endings within them? Create inside, but aside your boundaries. Share your experience if you wish.
Gratitude I am thankful: 1. Today, I had an opportunity to talk to my son, Alex. 2. The weather may become colder again. 3. I created a lot today. 4. I can determine how I employ my creativity. 5. Life is like origami; every fold adds value to the whole.
There is a pause to Breathe before hurry begins, Listen to the wind; Restless relentless beating Of a heart, like waves breaking.
A lot has been, but focusing behind can be a liability. This year beckons in a new gown with a bright face, crowned without tarnish. Embracing new endeavors with hope, joy, and wonder can allow opportunity and possibility. Adventure exists; seeking it is the challenge.
This is post one of 365 days. Join me here, at the inception, and we will go wherever the leading takes us.
Gratitude List I am Thankful:
1. Holidays were spent with family. 2. My son and I remain close. 3. I have friends on whom I can depend for support. 4. I have creative avenues in which to invest. 5. I am still standing, despite it all, still standing. Onward, heed the call.
PROMPT
Survey the past, let anything negative go best you can, or at least for the moment. Imagine what you want the future to be and create from there. Should there be goals you are ready to hold, enumerate those if you wish.
Action
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