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.

LoVe and Some Suggestions

Here we are entering February, with that I Heart You Day. I usually celebrate all month, well, kind of, all the time. I am decidedly weird, do not think I am unaware, LOL! I am gonna tell you a secret, that maybe is not so secret, I do not know if it is obvious. I fall in love with everybody. I always have. I have been utterly celibate for over ten years. Still, I love people. It does not matter who you are, it is not a sexual thing, it is a total devotion type thing.

I am so afraid of doing the wrong thing, so I have social anxiety, but I will befriend anyone. I smile and talk to perfect strangers, although I quake inside.

Okay, you are exceptional, very dear, very precious, and loved very much.

Something you could do for your significant other this month, or a person, whoever:

Write a little love note every day and put it where they will find it. If you have time and the inclination, do a full-fledged love letter.
Make a trip to a park together and take pictures to seal the memory.
Call them up, just because, and say something scandalously sweet.
Plant a tree together, maybe one for each one of you.
If you can admit one to your family, adopt a dog or a cat, or go all out and adopt more than one.
Attend a spiritual service together – whatever sect appeals to you. If you have differences in approach, go to one of each together.
Go where the water is, lake, ocean, river, pond, just go. Water is magical, and love breeds there.
Decide you will journal together, whichever of you is most verbal begin and give the other time on the same day. This is particularly good should you need to work something out. Make it an everyday habit, maybe for always.
Compliment each other every day. Try for something different each time, and not just clothes.
Help each other with chores, especially children, if you have them.
Bonus: Give books, poetry, writing, fiction, non-fiction, just books, everybody books. Need suggestions, hit me up, I read everything.
Extra Bonus: Give Music, any kind, any time. All music, all the time.

You can do most of these things with friends and other family members too.

I hope, it does not matter what I hope.

God bless you all. May dreams come true for you in February. Have fun and reach for the stars, if you miss, maybe you will beat Elon to Mars.

Mayhap, Or No

Though I dreamed it fair
I never possessed the heart
I would have as mine,
We stood apart, still afar,
But once upon yesterday…
It was possible,
Now separate worlds, being
Another journey,
No offering to place before
The portal, compartmental.
I gave what was mine
It went unclaimed, disregarded,
I am picking up pieces
Readying to set out anew,
Maybe it can never be,
I shall, as usual, be okay,
Not really, I fall so deep,
Dark swallows me
But I am reaching out.
Love is always a heartbeat,
A thought, a word well-spoken
In the coming, the making, away.

Ladies and gentlemen, that is post 56 for January, one for every year I have lived. I think that is awesome. I have not written that much in years. I do have to up my photography game. All the images are mine, but I have not taken new ones each day, and to do this right, I should be posting handwritten journal pages. Sometimes, what you can do has to be enough. I intend to celebrate.

As a prompt: I challenge each of you to write at least your age in posts in February. If you take the challenge, let me know.

Oh Yes, Books

“…However formidable they are, books, my dear, are just sparks. The fire is only lit where there’s wood to kindle, so to speak.” – The Binder of Lost Stories by Cristina Caboni

These are a few books that travel to the common areas and back to the bedroom every day because I am sometimes reading them.

Against the Storm

They say I have too
Many books, I say there would
Be more, could I afford another.
They say give them away,
Would it not be pleasant for others
To get the benefit of reading?
I say, maybe had I read them all,
And were not most writing, art,
Creativity tomes that I always need.
They say you can get them on Kindle,
I say and pay again, oh, not these
First editions, they are priceless.
They say if you have not read them
By now you will not ever do it,
I say I am getting around to them
Over time and time again,
They say the floor is going
To collapse and you fall through,
I mean, it has not yet, and I doubt
Sincerely it ever will.
The argument goes on and on
And even the Supremes could not
Declare a winner, because part
Of what holds me together is reading
Books when my mind is stormy weather.

I figure if I leave off reading library books, I might read all of mine in a hundred years, maybe two hundred. I give some I finish away.