Survive To Thrive

Entry Seventeen – 2023 Creativity Project

I can feel the dark ready to swallow us up if we falter; give it space. No denying, it swoops in at every opportunity.

Prompt: Create something that captures your resilience against negativity.

Gratitude List

I am thankful:

1. I have today.
2. Reading Surrender by Bono.
3. Pepperjack cheese.
4. I drank the last canned soda I intend to bring into my house.
5. I am getting used to the taste of pure water.

A Bookshelf Moved – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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2022 Creativity Project – Day 104

Tribble and Wookie – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

We went outside for a little bit, beyond usual walks. Before I got the phone out to take the picture, they were looking at me. Normal thing with these two, no photographs, please.

Gratitude: I had a free unexpected free day. It was beautiful outside. I found something I misplaced. I colored a little. Reading good books.

Prompt: Make a work of creativity of your day.

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Emerge, To Be

A saber struck through
My heart, failing to understand –
Why I am here, and they are gone.
Tears cut furrows down my cheeks
My sobs the neighbors, awake.

Each one a star of heaven’s sky –
What IS this? Who AM I?
Others say, “It’s not your time!”
But why theirs, if not mine?

My soul quakes, aches, to call
Them all, bring them back
Their parts to play, the stage
Devastated with their absence,
The curtains fallen, crimson glory.

I could name them, one by one,
Those precious, who are gone
Through actions, they cannot unmake,
We cannot restore them, taken
By the working of their hands.

Please, please understand
No matter what you have done,
Been, seen, experienced –
There is still enough, still love,
Still more, friendship, joy in store,
You belong; you are pricelessly dear.

Reach out, find someone, let them
Be a heart to catch you, help you.
Reach, keep on until you find one
Who shows you there is meaning
And a hungry need for you to be.

Life without you is less shiny,
It is incomplete; your smile
Fulfills someone’s need, you are
A blessing indeed, and there exists
A purpose suited to your unique identity.
I know the battle is exhausting
But let us not give up; I am counting
On you to recognize life as a gift;
Stay, continue fighting, together
Everyone can make it.

Enchant

The dragons
Restless in
Waking or
Sleeping nurture
Our dreams
As gently they
Repeat creation
Songs, deeds
Follow words.

*****

This wind fleeting flees
Across the acres spreading
Dandelion seeds.

*****

I sing these lonely
Songs no other has ear to
Hear, sound disappears.

Up all hours again. Wrapping myself in words to comfort my needs.

Kudos to the Helpers

We have people in our lives that lend us strength when we become weak. These are blessings in human form. Love flows from them against our storms. When one enters our existence, it is a miracle, a grace.

Today some of my heroes reached out, not knowing how much they were needed. My son, Alex, called. His calls always lift my spirit and ignite my soul. We talked, and it was just a wonder.

I called Bernice, and she cheered me on as we laughed together. She gets me, even though I am strange.

I have been struggling, and a few people noticed. Today, my mentor, called. He invited me to lunch, catfish, fried okra, green beans, and bread. He also offered to go shopping with me. I have not been able to get myself to go and had almost run out of food. We went to Kroger and Sam’s Club, and I restocked. He is such a dear.

My best friend, Reba, and I talked. She saved the dog, from physical discipline, after making a terrible mess, by letting me vent. There is so much she does, long-distance, to help me.

My people are my support and much-needed considering. My disease, I cannot express, but love is sometimes the only thing that helps me survive.

It feels good to know I have food. It had reached a critical point.

Tomorrow I go for shots in my knees.

I guess I said all that to tell you, love those people who make life bearable. Never take them for granted. Also, recognize, however low, you feel that you are someone’s hero and do not give up. Life is precious, we are destined, what we will become is to be seen. Hang on. You are a blessing.

The Wookie was scolded for making a mess, admonished never to do it again, and then the poor rotted creatures got bacon treats. There was some time-lapse. She was observing proper social distancing since she was not entirely able to predict the actions of her Momma. Truth told at that point, I was not prepared either.