2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 4

Hidden Words

The poem is in us
Lying dormant, a snake set to strike
With power and might
Ready, free to take our breath away
Enlighten us with visions, dreams
We allowed lapsing
Among the preoccupations
Of mundane days filled with stress,
Times we left ourselves leaderless.
The poem is in us
Crackling with hungry flames
To put our hearts, minds afire
Encourage us to grow, inquire
Into the methods which may
Lead us in a meaningful way
Steering us to share a greater love
Teaching others of the need
To carry out every good deed.
The poem is forever in us
Our mission is to search it out
Unleash it from its hiding place
Bringing it into open space
Guiding the world to share grace.

There are so many things here that remind me – Mom is gone. I miss her. She loved this giant heavy cement pig, and she even painted it, and I cannot move it.

I hope you are ready for the weekend. The Loverboy tune, “Working for the Weekend,” always comes to mind when I say that, but hey, rock ’em if you have ’em.

Prompt
Think about your form of expression and try to create something that gets to the soul of what you do and what it is.

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2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 3

The DungeonMaster Died

I know he was not yours
But this has universality,
Please, lend your time to me:
Listen close; you can almost hear
As the dragons roar, far and near,
Before leaving their lairs to fly
A beautiful formation across the sky
Allowing tears from every creature’s eye.
Boroughs, cities, hamlets, towns
Everywhere take their banners down
So pageantry of colors fair add no cheer
In the world where his thought and vision
Through creativity brought life and activity.
I spent many hours there, I tell you truly,
No one else like him I ever knew;
In the evenings, he built a sanctuary
From the disillusionment of ordinary days
For a party of strangers who became great friends
Those times I wish could be here again;
A world and heroes will quietly disappear into yore
All our spells, weapons, and treasure
Will now go unclaimed forever.
The DungeonMaster died,
But to each player who lived
Those faithful magic moments
The awareness of this loss’ cost
Will never to memory be lost.

Now that I have typed this up, I wonder…

Few things lately have so strongly resonated with me; I will let it stand despite doubt.

Prompt
Create a work about something highly emotionally charged. If you feel inclined, share it. I did.

Gratitude List
1. Recent reading.
2. Working through my fear, I recorded a song.
3. Rain.
4. The Rolling Stones
5. Poetry can sometimes tell a story more clearly than prose.

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2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 2

**Flowering Quince Buds** – *© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan*

Held
I am held within
This cell of my construction
My heart soaring for
So much more surrounds my space
Only partially contained.
I go unheard, words,
Still, I continue saying
Because love compels
My heart, life, soul all belong
To Jesus, my sovereign song.

Under Sol
Under this small star
Today there is so much to know,
Sentences display
As each aspires to make way
Into tomorrow’s pure dream.
The moments precious
Filling up with everything,
Better done with care
All choices, discerning, fair –
Guided by justice, kindness, love.
Abolishing hate – Love leads
So a country best flourishes; grows,
Though seasons of difficulty come
Times of trouble, riddled with doubt;
Righted in God’s Love, turned about.
A tiny globe in space
A home, miraculous place
Set in the backdrop
Of immeasurable deep time,
Lives so fleeting, passing by.
Being, growing, knowing,
Every second a sweet gift
To all the hours employ
In living within freedoms
Established by Love from the Beginning.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 1

I think I shall be happy to keep to date going forward.

Living Time

It could be Tuesday, though any day would do as well. Francis never thought to specify this time, and it had simply become too dangerous to stay when they were.

He did not often have Morgan with him on such jaunts, but he had invited her to engage in some tourism. Now he was more thoroughly convinced than before that he preferred her safely at home.

In his careful examination, it appeared that this snafu was due to no malfunction or mistake of his own. He cleared his reports, but those revealed that someone, somewhere, somehow, somewhen was purposefully ignoring his longstanding imperative directive on the methods and devices he held total responsibility for creating.

The misuse of proprietary developments was a severe problem. No one else could set the variables straight, and Francis entertained a suspicion even he might fail. It was an unprecedented disaster.

He realized earnest prayer was in order. Action must be taken with haste. It seemed a saboteur was in the machine, actively fooling with time.

Tanka
Eagle in full flight
Knowing Earth is bountiful
Stretching forth talons
Spying the many creatures;
We aware power features.

Prompt
I riffed on the thought that it was Tuesday in the depths of night, do something similar and create something. You could pick an object, sound, conversation, whatever catches your imagination.

Gratitude List
I am thankful:
1. I went outside without the dogs and took some photos.
2. Solitude.
3. Powerblocks.
4. Imagination.
5. Creativity.

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2022 Creativity Project – Day 30

Dragon – Human

How to be a dragon while in human form.
First, there must be a firm hold on rage. If not, an embarrassing situation can develop. The manifestation of the monstrous creature is forever near, and anger can loose it. The fully present dragon being seen should be steadfastly avoided.

Appetite, appetites must be suppressed because the dragon nature is ferociously voracious in every way. Feelings of attachment can get out of hand, as can ordinary hunger. Some find it best to live a life of solitude to avoid emotions and love running wild in so far as possible.

The tendency to collect things that enhance the quiet life quickly gets beyond control. Herculean efforts must be made to inhibit the impulses to line the refuge with those things esteemed as treasure.

Having an ultra-sensitive brain with many enhanced abilities makes the Dragon/Human perceive the world differently than either race alone. Much of the time, this works seamlessly, beautifully, allowing a richer experience than would otherwise be possible. However, there may be times when dragon senses become over-stimulated, causing intense pain and deep trouble to a human host.

The above is just a little thing I have been contemplating.

Depths, Mine

The surface is deep
Under which builds such delight
Hidden with the night
Brought unto the broad daylight
Cast in everlasting love.
Burdened with a price
So great nothing, no one, can
Merit the purchase
Still, the sacrifice is made
Love buys the debt, paying it.
Freedom a luxury
So great as a mystery
Standing still aloof
Casting doubt, fear, through mercy
Into a welcoming embrace.

Haiku
1
Snow lying cover
These moments, never over,
A bed of clover.
2
Set a course for what
Is truly wanted, foray
Into fantasy.

2022 watched like a toddler, learning to stand.