Rise Up

Inspiration Comes

It was a tearful day, like any number of other days. The losses weighed, and regret played, but somehow, something, somewhere, changed. It was as if a door opened, and a bit of hope took root in a heart for whom so many dreams had become moot.

The rescue climbed up, licked away a speckling of tears, and gave a look that conveyed, ‘You saved me; it is why I am here, and for that, I give you what comfort exists in me.’

There was a miracle wrapped in the space between those two, born of Love, fragile but true.

Whenever, wherever compassionate, kind, passionate hearts, even across species, or perhaps especially so, meet, Love is fully unleashed, and new dreams, music, stories, and worlds grow to bless lives as onward, outward the sweet generosity of spirit, souls goes.

Every time someone, whether human or other living feeling being, reaches across the chasm of indifference and tries to impact life positively, Love can take hold and change the fabric of reality through the miracle of creativity.

A heart broken by missteps, mistakes, trials, and troubles can learn to trust, take a chance and embrace life, Love, and fully live again.

Each of us is to others a blessing, a gift, a magic, a miracle who lives to present an opportunity to become most precious in one another’s lives. We are our helpers, keepers, and inspirations for greater and greater greatness.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, November 7, 2022

Beginning Maybe

A Design for Me

It is yesterday’s news, but you might read it some distant tomorrow, never knowing the when of it all. It fell apart again, but no one knew the signs; they were too busy in their lives of satisfactory rhyme.

The dregs in the pot that provided the coffee could perhaps illuminate, but by then, it was probably too late. Broken hearts litter the ground where discordant words often find their sound.

A whisper of waking to the morning linen gives hope, but the bed contains only one body, insufficient for an incident of joy.

Tomorrow is the predicate of yesterday, but today wends away. Fortune is no lasting friend but slips off with a passing wind. One seldom remembers but never forgets a love vanishing to purchase what survives beyond regret.

Familiar, those bonds forged over a bundle of years breaking down into stifled tears disallowed to tumble from wary eyes. No one left to ensure feeling together thrives.

©Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Friday, October 28, 2022

Life Does Sing

At the Tennessee Aquarium
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Life Does Sing

What is this fond thing
A haunting that enfolds us,
New yet, familiar
Like the breezes’ gentle kiss?
Since encouragement to Love
Is a melody
Quieting contentious thought,
We swim into song
All beauties, surrounding – still
Shadows – knowing every name;
Life embraces Loving
Wrapping our core uniqueness
In almost comfort,
But restlessness inspires reach
To achieve, complete, receive;
Adventure whispers
Never hesitate, embark.
Moments so fleeting –
Do not give up this striving,
For excellence commissions
Toward performance,
Rousing harmony stellar
Turning inside out
Our hearts’ dear feelings become
An ocean, emotion, Love
Beckoning each day,
Life does sing.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

On Friday, August 12, I drove to Chattanooga to visit my son, Alex. I took him a few supplies since he will be starting college at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga campus soon. He gave me a tour of the campus, and I was amazed.

The University of Tennessee at Chattanooga
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

We ate some scrumptious food and we visited both portions of the Tennesse Aquarium.

I wrote the poem at the beginning of the post, longhand in my journal today. My only significant change was bringing it from the first person to a universal third when I typed it on my phone.

I wish I could attend college. It would be an incredible adventure. I hope Alex has a tremendous academic experience in studying Data Science. There is much on that campus to keep him interested and busy.

I am grateful I found the courage to drive up to see Alex. I am so honored to have such a talented young man who has accomplished much as my son. God blessed me abundantly in the gift of a child with his aptitudes to offer the world.

Alex at the Tennessee Aquarium
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Prompt: Create something that engenders positive feelings. Share it if you choose.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. Please leave a like, a comment, and share the site with someone who might find it to their taste.

Be steadfast, be excellent, and find joy in the blessings surrounding us. God be with everyone always.

All work on Haphazard Creative and my other site, Chronicles, is my own work,
copyright Jo Ann Joyce Anita Jordan, unless otherwise cited. If you choose to copy or use my work, don’t hesitate to contact me for permission.

Small Victory

New Look!

This picture is a small victory. I cut, colored, and styled my hair myself. This is a new accomplishment.

I used to cut Alex and Mom’s hair years ago but never ventured to do mine.

I want to make this last year of my fifties one where I put several practices in place and follow through with devotion and discipline.

So far, so good; incremental changes lead to confidence, and confidence is something I need to grow.

I was a day late getting the hair done, but I had to decide and gather the nerve to do my cut. I was not sure I could do it. I also had to ascertain whether the color was what I wanted.

Many other practices have to do with health, creativity, and completing things I have begun and intend to start.

If you are interested in my progress, check back.

Blessings to each of you. May you achieve your hopes and dreams.

Never Give Up!

Always,
Jo Ann

This post was written on July 15, 2022 and all content is © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan.

Sunday’s Thoughts

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote these with a fountain pen, which is not my best instrument. These are my journal pages. If you read them, you will get insight into where and what my state of mind is.

I would have scanned them into the computer, but my equipment and the program did not cooperate with me. Therefore, I did the phone as I have for the past months.

Showing journal pages is a level of openness I can do, but it is a bit uncomfortable. I have no idea how this audience will react, so it is a gamble.

How revealing can you be? Consider that a prompt.

Blessings, I hope, always find you. Jesus, lend you peace. Live, alive, and Love cause that is why we are here on Earth.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan