Unique For Reasons…

That is what it is all about. If we love one another, we not only give the gift of love away, but it nurtures us and grows us into being love.

When we allow trivialities to come between us, we hinder ourselves. Differences are meant to keep us lively, challenge us, not for us to judge each other harshly and push us apart. If we were all alike, life would be boring.

Are you bored? Reach your love into someone’s life. Meet them where they have a need or just do a simple thing that can make a smile light up a stranger’s eyes. You will find yourself living joy, and the boredom will depart.

We may be unable to meet one another in person, but the worldwide cyber community can be an inspiration and encouragement to us if we invest love in it.

As a prompt, be generous and genuine with others in your circle of influence. Create something expressing your love for life and other lives. Be the gift and watch the gift return to you.

Something Unexpected

The Dell went crazy and lost its ability to connect again, this device has no IP address, um, no. I fixed it, so now I am updating this. It only took hours.

So I did this awesome thing in my journal and took photos of it with the S8. I hope you will think it is unique. I am replacing the shots with scans, so most of you will never see that mess.

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Lilies in Bloom

Those are stargazers from my house in the 90s. Once upon a time, I had a home. I have that file, but the network is in a reset, so maybe the Dell will jump back online. I have now replaced the photo of my print with the original scan file photo. I need my networking guru.

So, there you are. God bless, even if you do not believe in God, He believes in you. Please never feel like I am forcing the issue. We all need to think as we can until it changes. I love you any which way.

Realization

A lot of females have difficulty with body image. Mine is atrocious. I just had an epiphany: I have not colored my hair in like six months, maybe more. I wanted to let it grow out, but the truth is, I am unlikely to like my self at all until I do my hair.

I feel younger; I like my clothes more. I take better care when my hair is a color I want. I colored my hair in elementary school. Lots of times, I will quit for years. This is not happy. I must have some joy to wage the fight against my poundage.

It is essential because I play like a seventeen-year-old at times. There is a reason for that, it was when I had my first psychotic break, and in-process nearly died and almost did not come back.

So there is your sign. I am hopeful the color is still usable, and I am going to bring me back. This happens to be the time fate has decreed that I learn to do this without drips, my smocks, I guess they went into another dimension.

The photo is unretouched.

As a prompt, if you know there is something you can do to elevate your mood and self-esteem, get about doing it. I know it takes courage. I believe in you.

Welcome February

This is Goobi, my grand kitty. She believes she owns me, and I am a semi-obedient cat servant now, so maybe she is right.

There is a lot of material in the following pages, so please humor me and read it all. It has been a while since I have written much by hand, so my script is iffy at times. It will improve as I do this again.

I have mentioned I work slow, I have done all these since about 1 or 2 am, until minutes ago. The scanning process was a nightmare with the Dell. Do not get a Dell.

That last haiku is a tribute to Freddie Mercury, and someone, but no one.

I hope you are having an outstanding day. I have stayed busy. I may be back, but it depends.

There is a lot swirling around inside me right now, the thing is finding the right piece to begin assembling the puzzle and the proper color to paint it with.

God bless you! Create. Write your name bold across the globe. You are a masterpiece.

As a prompt, if you are brave – post a handwritten page or more.

To Post Each Day: Lines

I have been using an unlined journal since late September. The hope was that I would “art journal.” It did not work to plan.

I had no idea I would start a 365 – 2020 Creativity Project. Now, I want to post handwritten pages like on my previous Creativity Project. I write better with lines, so I am beginning this journal. I like the cover very much.

Oh, but to write that first page, scary. The tone of the whole journal is set in those lines. What to say? This is, However, Whatever, Whenever, Wherever, Why? Volume Six.

Come around later and find out what will be.

Would you, could you, will you join me? I am sure there is room in the neighborhood.

I do not know if I will make 56 posts this month, but this is two, and I am committing to another today.