Prompt: Use color, design, words to create something that you wish to express.
Thankfulness: The more I create, the more I learn. I washed many loads of clothes today. Alex and I talked. I sang. Reading and watching video was inspiring.
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I want to know you, I need to trace the lines, truth, You Speak to my heart Those things which without you would Detonate, exploding life. In your eyes, time, Space, With gentleness reflect Your forbearance for everything. The syllables said Reverberate Like snares, tones, Escorting me to locales Wherein I belong. Lightning sparkles in Assurances you choose, share, Attempting to Arouse A sense of caring in ones Who approach living without Being fully engaged In Creativity, imagination, love. Whose lives divorce emotion From the force Of all the richness Contained In brief moments, that carry Strange variables fit to alter each Experience, changing the game.
If you only change the color of The blankets worn without Reforming the creature Beneath, your actions are Futile.
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I stand watching, Tears in my eyes. I cannot, No, cannot, Tell you goodbye.
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The child becomes The one who Believes enough To keep the parents Forever real.
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When people ask difficult Questions, I imagine them marooned Without clothes on, In a swamp.
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I need enough to Bring me back to life, survive, Living on my own.
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It was there, along With the music bringing us Into who we are.
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Prompt What is it getting under your skin or upside you? Create something that expresses the dissonance of the time. Let your imagination fill in the blanks that you cannot maintain rationally.
Making Gratitude My Way (I am producing these gratitude lists to keep me mindful of the wondrous things in life, even amid daily setbacks and sufferings.) Alex made it safely back to his new home. I finished Silence by Don Dellio. Alex found his cat, Gobi, both times she was lost. My creativity seems to have multiplied. I edit, read, write in ways that enlighten me.
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The furrows inscribed Upon a person’s brow, tell Life stories somehow, Mention of the romantic Days, or loving gone astray. Beauty, it may not Seem, but experience gleaned Spends like precious coin When shared with those who follow Trying to avoid sorrow. We would not grow old, Having minds and strength slip past, Leaving us each day, A little frail, gaunt, less bright, As fading wildflowers tend. However, it is A gift seeing this time, fine, Victory, we stayed For the path was riddled With mines set to hinder ways. The lines resonate Each one proclaims a weight, debt, Bow to circumstance, Paid in hours spent, smiles, tears wept, Joy retained, love created.
Prompt Though we are more than numbers piling up, sometimes it is apt to reflect upon life seasons. Create something that tells the tale of days spent in verse, prose, drawing, painting, sculpture – whatever fits your gifted fancy.
Today I Am Thankful Alex and I went to Dairy Queen. Alex found Maui when he was lost. My muse took me out to see the view. I reminded Alex to get hand-trucks. I use Moleskine notebooks and pleasurable pens.
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Each word a missile Launched separate, from souls Who need expression For nurture – promoting growth, Creating beauty, Encouraging resilience, Openness, acceptance, willingness To stay with situations long enough, To understand the lessons life teaches, Among the joys and sufferings Brought with laughter, smiles, tears. No dream too lofty, no hope sparse, Unreal; all in proper time revealed, The love sought becomes the blessing, Arriving unexpectedly when there Exists longing to give and care Beyond the desire to acquire and keep, Meeting the needs of the creature, With gifts of loving, precious sweet. Whispered wisps bubbling from hearts Communicating what is known Gathered close-in like building stones Stable, fierce and yet, trilling song Lines well-written made to stand, Against the ravages of time, again.
Prompt Create something to celebrate the meaning of language, visual or verbal.
Thankful The days that might have destroyed me, forever, did not. I finished a book today. Writing is medicine to mend wounds, create scars. I rested. I wrote a lot during this day.
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Sometimes conversations take flight going beyond normal thought. Such was one with Alex today. I wish I were a better conversationalist, but being a sounding board is essential too, I suppose.
Prompt: Think of something you could create to serve the needs of human beings and the planet at large. Create a representation in art or words.
Gratitude Today: Alex inviting me to talk to him on his drive from Florida. Being home all day. Writing. Listening to music. Almost 30,000 steps.
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