Most times, I avoid Saying no, telling others I am unhappy, I stand by reflectively Keeping discomfort hidden. When I must speak out My emotions take control, Volume escalates I am loud and shake because I do not like to cause pain. Mainly I suffer When I am strong, I belong To take care of those Who call upon me in need Even when it is wrong for me.
The occasion flashed By like the thunder’s rumble In the lightning’s wake; The calendar says days passed – But time did not linger, no. Nae way to savor Except in the instant when We paused to caress, Present twinkling, we like stars Became bodies made regal. A dance, a song, lived Evanescent, only ours, Beautiful freedom With one another conjoined Still ourselves, we become us.
Journals are exercise, keeping imagination fit for bigger things. No holes barred, no trapeze, why have a net? I have shared journal pages a lot over the years. It does not intimidate me, revealing creativity in the raw.
I know the hype is you should keep journals locked away, but I attempt to be as real and open as possible when I share work. If you do not use a journal, I recommend it highly for increasing your output. You may share or not, as so pleases you.
The composition book I am now using has dots instead of lines. I am unused to this. It may take a bit for my handwriting to catch up.
Being back home is somewhat lonely, but the dogs like it.
Entry 38 for September. I am shocked by how much I have worked this year. Committing to an entry per day or more has given me a structural framework. I recommend 365 projects. I have done them before. Mine – I call a Creativity Project, but if you begin, name it as you like.
As a prompt, consider your creative goals. Are you taking action to achieve them? Do you have a purpose in mind? Create something that affirms your efforts.
Thank you for spending time with me. I hope you found encouragement and inspiration. If you like, you may follow the site or come back as you like. I am working here daily. There is always something new.
Not falling apart, Falling into His purpose – Embraced in His grace.
This time the magic Slithers further away, each, Every day, we try To grasp the LOVE anyway, Before life disintegrates. At times a smile gives A way to brighten all who Fall beneath the pall Of crushing conditions, which Refuse to e v a p o r a t e; Others compel us To wait for circumstances Improving with hope, Often finding our dreams ran Off with water down storm drains.
When you notice me I realize my fears lie – Love knows where I am; You hug me close, hope balloons Cruising past the clouds in love.
Desperation here Howling with coyote wind Sweeping up the dust Of moments we failed to trust, It shivers cold over us.
The goldfish google – Eyed reminds us of ages Sweetest innocence.