Category Archives: Social Issues

The tempestuous soil

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This Soil I Call Home

They wonder why tearing down monuments rankles. Apparently, they do not know the history of this earth where we are bound. I only know a little, but I know the land is holy.

Once, tribes of indigenous peoples, later called Indians roamed this country. They battled among themselves in societal tribes. They lived, loved, hunted, died, made lives. Then all they owned, all they loved was taken, and they were left, bodies, bleeding into the soil once their heritage.

These conquering Europeans also brought criminals who they restricted and mistreated, tortured, letting some starve, others became indentured servants, used, abused, unpaid. Some finally won free but were still cast down, called trash.

Then industry rose and needed cheap labor, or labor unpaid. So ships brought cargoes of ebony people taken captives from their lands, forced to do the back-breaking, soul stealing work, making greatness by the labor of their hands.

A cry for freedom rung clear, a peal that would not be silenced. The nation, tore asunder, brother against brother, blood was shed. The ground cried out, flooded with scarlet rivers and elsewhere torrential streams of tears.

Other fights, other massacres occurred. A price was always paid in blood, for blood has ever been the sacrifice for freedom. The fighters, their names too numerous to recall, on both sides of the stories gave everything for who we are.

Whether right or wrong they paid, and it is we who should remember. We should let the monuments stand that we never forget how great is the price of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Least in tearing down, we awaken the hungry monster who destruction, war, and death, is named, and allow it to break loose drinking lifeblood again.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, January 19, 2019

I am always surprised by inspiration. It usually has no reason nor rhyme. It overtakes me in its own way and time.

For a prompt: Write or otherwise create about an issue that moves you, heart and soul. Be blunt, be real, let it show what you feel. When you access your creativity, you should be your most honest self. Share if you like. If not, allow the revelation to be yours alone.

I hope this suits you. If not, still come again. Have a blessed night.

 

A Sanctuary of Love

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If you are one of my online friends, I hope to inspire and encourage you, help you see the best in yourself and those around you, challenge you to share your love more generously, and show you love in my contributions here. I also hope to help you become aware that you are a creative being with much to share.

You, dear friends, are helpful to me by standing by me when I am near giving up. I have had a spate of tragedies that may have defeated me without your kindness. Always realize, when you feel insignificant, you are someone’s shining star. You may not help everyone, but your help could mean survival to someone.

As we go through this year, let’s remember to share our smiles, compliment those we can, use positive words more often than negative ones, put our judgemental selves in the back of the closet, be generous when and where we may, be helpful, create beauty, turn everywhere we go into a sanctuary of love, and never give up on life, possibilities, others, or trying to make the world a better place.

Use your gifts, talents, skills to foster a growing and intense atmosphere of compassion, where everyone is free to be who truly defines them. Let us make sure no one has to hide behind a facade for fear of unacceptance. We creatives can change the world if we embrace the abilities we maintain. We are leaders, different, untamed, free to love, able to ignite the passions of those who near our flame.

Let us choose to make of 2019 a year of breakthroughs, creative, relational, emotional, daily inspirational, sharing encouragement with all who enter our spheres. Let us prefer love, hope, joy, and positivity as we face a world that needs more like us.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan – 2019

Creativity, Being Unique

God Is

A maxim I live by is, everyone is creative. I believe creativity is a functional portion of every person’s creation in God’s image. You can look at the world, its creatures, its objects, all we humans, the expanse of the universe and you are instantly in communion with the nature of the Creator. We are endowed with talents, abilities, attributes, and learn and acquire extraordinary skills. Our bodies and beings are masterpieces of complexity.

There are some who deny they have creativity. Often society’s focus on the arts and literature, liberal arts, beguile people into thinking there is nothing creative about them. This is a mistaken attitude. The mother who cooks tasty meals that nourish her family on a slender budget is using creativity. The man who can almost magically diagnose and repair a vehicle that helps transport him to his employment is creative. The accountant who juggles figures to make the best of a tax return is creative. The store clerk who manages to keep a positive attitude in spite of the negativity of some customers and the standing for unending hours uses creativity to heighten his or her mood and keep smiling. The friend who listens attentively and encourages or inspires someone to go on living is sensitively using creativity. The internal monologue that each of us participates in so much of the time is creative, it helps us maintain equilibrium in a world which is often fraught with problems and distress.

Because each of us is creative, we are indubitably unique. Every one of our lives is special. No one else can achieve what we can, nor has anyone ever been or will ever be exactly like us. Through our creativity, we can nourish love in the world and help others understand their importance. When we make something, repair something, say something original and uplifting, help someone, exhibit generosity, we are putting action to the creative and loving spirit which animates us. Maybe we cannot be on stage, or place something in a show, or use perfect elocution, but what we can do is so crucial, it can change the world.

Do not denigrate yourself, realize you are a vital part of eternity’s plan. Your handprints and footprints are indelibly stamped on creation with your personal signature. What you create, what you restore, your legacy is an influence that will reverberate through time. Celebrate the gifts, talents, abilities, and skills you accumulate and know you are a precious creative being who contributes to the good of all.

Love is most important, and creativity helps express love. Go into all the world and be you, you are needed, you may not realize it, but one day you will understand.

 

As a prompt, think about how your creativity is a blessing to yourself and others. Make a plan of how you can more closely incorporate creative acts and works into your life.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you found something that made you think and I hope you will follow the website or visit again. If you know someone who might benefit from the work here, be sure to share.

God Bless and Keep You, All Your Days and In All Your Ways.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Saturday, September 29, 2018

Bytes, Bits, and Buffer Zones

Computers with their networks of streaming information arriving from everywhere take in packets of bytes, and sometimes they buffer because of traffic in their lines of supply, but usually, the experience is almost seamless. However, at times, the buffering becomes a period of waiting for we humans. In reality, all we perceive on screens is a translation of a series of ones and zeroes into creative forms we understand.

A human being taught language from birth and reading, writing, the arts soon after, may gather information from the distant past, created by persons long deceased, but not indeed expired because their thoughts, ideas, individual creativity live as words or images captured in forms brought into the future, our present.

These interpretations of being are unknown to us until we encounter them and ingest them as packets we find useful. As they sit waiting outside our experience, they buffer in time. They are extant, valid, and exert influence, but until we discover them and peruse their content, we are unaware of their gifts. We do not know the minds who built our present. We, nonetheless, are unacknowledged beneficiaries of the contributions to the intellectual universe we have inherited.

Our processes of thought, creativity, intelligence, faith are not merely our own but are buttressed by everyone who has voiced and recorded some personal understanding throughout history. Our world, our society, our very being cries out for us to learn the lessons of those who bequeathed the lives we live through the exploration, exhortation, creations they left behind.

Books, paintings, photographs, recordings, movies, architecture, monuments, anything created has lessons to teach us if we take time to decipher the message. These things we who are conscious must protect from the ravages of those who would destroy bits of the past’s treasure because it does not conform to their worldview or the fashion of the moment. Freedom of expression is a right for all and everyone, including those who lived before us, and in essence, created our culture and our present.

We do not live as islands, we are immersed in the flow of history. We are free to dip into the stream when and where we like, but what lies in the buffer zone also has a presence and exerts pressure on our now that we may not discern, but is no less real.

If you wish to “live forever,” create something. If you only choose to journal, to doodle, do that. Create a legacy, leave a history. Leave a record of who you are and what you have learned. Your experience may be what someone needs to witness in order to become who they are meant to be. We do not intuit the specific reasons for our being, but we learn, love, give, create and so we leave thumbprints on the walls of time. We are and we matter, there is meaning and purpose in our lives.

Nothing is wasted. God in His wisdom does not make mistakes. No matter where you have been, are, or in the future go, your life is a rare and beautiful thing. It is no accident you are here, all eternity conspires to bring forth your offering to the world.

Tell the doubts, fears, negativity there is no place for them to shelter within you. Do what you must even as you fight to be courageous. You have the lives of millions supporting you, and you may touch millions along your journey, even after you are gone. Create a memory that will last through ages, and spend love as if your supply is unlimited because, in truth, it is.

The light reflected
In your eyes from other stars
Shines forevermore.

To know oneself well
Reading and writing are musts;
Outlining the soul.

Purpose to become
The person your heart reveals
When falling in love.

Owe the world nothing
But give others all you are,
Let love be your guide.

Hide nothing so real
You fear it may become lost
In its translation.

When tomorrow dies
Abandoned by the dreamers
Hope will still survive.

Weak, broken, and torn,
The pages of your story
Will yet be written;
For isolated moments
Do not the ending portend.

An accident, no,
I believe there is reason,
Even little things
Have significant meaning,
God guides every action, word.

As a prompt, delve into the work of the past and see what it may teach you, then express what you have learned in word or image.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. If you have found something, you enjoyed, please share with others, follow, and come back again soon. Blessings on you and all you set your mind to do. Create, love, be present, make your moments memorable. You have so much to give and share, never doubt you are precious and significant.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Observation

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Life is a puzzle, endlessly morphing so pieces in place must be rearranged to come close to a resolution. Then the whole thing falls, coming apart. It must then be put together again. Or perhaps, life is a composition that arrives nearly complete in a maestro’s mind, but upon concentration digresses into separate notes with no continuity.

These are the days of individuals, communities, states, countries, and the whole of the world. Constant change, revolution, reorganization, reformation are the lot of humanity, both singularly and in mass. We are made to grow, create, become, and, these are processes of the destruction of knowns and the construction of theories, which we assimilate as the new knowns, which then must be replaced.

Those who explore, create, envision the future before the dissolution of the past, become the heroes and heroines of the present, rewarded with wealth and prestige, positions of power and authority.

Time is not, however, static, it flows, and current triumphs become novelties of yesterday. Chaos surrounds, summons us. We are invited to delve deep into its recesses, to plunder its treasures for our edification and enrichment, but the things we gain are ethereal, quickly resolving back into the turmoil from whence they arose. We may briefly conquer and harness chaos, the unknown, to our will, but it will tear away, and we must rejoin the chase.

Thankfully, over all these elements, the Lord, Jesus Christ, stands sovereign, and in His wisdom and power, constrains what would destroy all of us. We, the whole of human life, are protected by God. Though we live, blissfully unaware, our steps are marshalled and guided in ways needful for survival. I am most grateful for the Lord’s constant loving care.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Being Informed (Part Two – Kieatrice Tales)

Mrs. Molly Kangaroo received a call, from Kieatrice’s school’s principal, while she was at work in her business office.

Mr. Solance said, “Mrs. Kangaroo, forgive me for calling you during the business day, but it is crucial you know what happened to your daughter today.”

Mrs. Molly replied, “Any time the school needs to reach me about Kieatrice, I am available. She is most important to me. I love her more than words can express.”

“Thank you for your cooperation. Kieatrice was bullied by students as she lined up for the bus this morning. We were informed by the driver and staged a lecture and a guest speaker. However, it is imperative that you are also aware and able to talk with her and provide further support,” said Mr. Solance.

“I do appreciate this call. Bullying is a terrible thing, and it is heartbreaking to know my child experienced it. I will be there to meet her when she comes home and will discuss this with her. Thank you for addressing the issue at school. Perhaps working together we can make the bullies realize they are in error and support Kieatrice in ways that will limit damage to her life,” said Mrs. Molly Kangaroo.

Mr. Solance said, “We will hope our intervention works, but sometimes it does not, so we must all be diligent in observation. If you have any indication this is ongoing, feel free to contact me as needed.”

“I am very grateful you let me know this happened. If I see further signs that she is being harassed, I will inform you immediately. My girl loves school, and I would hate for bullies to change that or harm her kind nature,” said Mrs. Molly.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kangaroo. Hopefully when we speak, again it will be about more pleasant matters. Goodbye,” said Mr. Solance.

Mrs. Molly said, “Goodbye, Mr. Solance.”

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Making Time to Free Imagination

Creativity Thrives

Our lives are so busy, and we invite our cell phones, computers, tablets, Kindles, AIs and other technological wonders to notify and alert us of everything happening whether essential or just noise. We hardly leave our screens. It is a bit disconcerting to go to a restaurant where people are dining together and see them rather than engaged in conversation, sitting across from one another busily tapping on their cell phones.

We need to distance ourselves from devices for some bit of time each day. I am not anti-technology. I have ridden the wave as an early adopter since 1991. However, there is a need for us to have time to think and imagine with clarity. Everyone is creative, but not everyone allows time to find the expression of their creativity.

An excellent way to engage in some noggin time is to take walks. This is not about walking from the desk to the water fountain or break room, or the bathroom. Leisurely walks outdoors or even indoors without the interruption of devices give the brain space to make novel connections.

Some of our great creatives, the Transcendentalists, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau, walked to generate ideas. Henry became a surveyor to support himself and continuously observed the natural world around him. He was not as successful in his writing and lecturing, as was Emerson, while alive, but he is now considered one of the linchpins of the Transcendental movement. Henry often wrote about what he had seen during the day on his walks far afield of his home. He also sketched. If you have not read Emerson and Thoreau, they are highly recommended.

We may think we have no time to break out and away from tech, but the rewards are great. We can explore plot lines, observe the symmetries of nature and turn them into works of art, we can generate ideas for essays, anything creative can be born in times when we give our brains free rein to create imaginative ideas.

If we have children, we can take them along. Let them run ahead or fall behind safely and carry on their delight with its giggles and exclamations. Then gather them close and walk together playing a game of silence, maybe see how long they can maintain quiet. Spending time like this with kids inoculates them with a love of movement and freedom that will fare them well later in life.

Time is something the creative person needs to set aside for thought. Maybe writing it into a schedule or on an electronic calendar will give a proper reminder. This is time to fill the well so when one tries to bring up a bucketful of ideas the supply has not dwindled to nothing.

As a prompt: Take some time to walk or to sit and imagine without the constant distraction of technology. This enables visits to universes of creativity that cannot be reached in the busyness of every day.

Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. I hope they encourage or inspire you. Please, click the follow button, or come again as you can. Your comments and criticisms are always welcome. God bless and keep you always. May you find all you need to create the worlds and life you wish.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

A note of explanation: The ideas, writings, and photos found here are my creations. I do not use photo stock. My interests and views are wide-ranging, but I communicate as myself.

 

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