Journal Pages (Opening Up)

I hope these are legible and can be seen clearly enough. I lost a contact so am relying on eyes, glasses, and 3 power reading glasses. I rather not worry with the glasses so I tax my eyesight. All these journal pages were written eyes only.

I am struggling. So many needs, no one to turn to but God. He is who I should go to first, anyway.

The worship service at First Baptist Church of Abilene on Sunday has impacted my thought life ever since.

My insecurities over the state of my soul play plentifully as well.

I am posting this thinking it might be encouraging to someone else. Ah, but the other opinion that comes to mind is it might trouble someone and that is not my intent.

Funny thing: Facebook is advertising to me as if I am a lawyer. Right, (sarcasm), me with no college and in temporary penury. I once hoped to become a lawyer, but my life led other places.

Prompt: Did your life turn you in unexpected directions? Create something about your situation.

GRATITUDE LIST

I am attending (some) church again. First Baptist Church of Abilene is my new church home. I Love my church. I hope to get there with more regularity in the future.
My best friend, Reba, does not desert me though I likely do not deserve her Love.
I have the tools I need to write and the ability to do it.
I have a poem appearing in Villa Rica News and Views’ April Issue.
Always thankful for music, reading, and writing.

I pour myself out in ink sometimes. Writing on my devices is not quite so raw. Do you find your creativity comes in different flavors according to the implements you use? I am using my phone for the text parts of this post. I also took the images of my pages with it and left them unedited.

Alex is after me to write a book, any book. He says my talent should make me money. He also asks do I want all my work to die with me? Morbid, but craftily motivational are his speeches. What a wonderful son I have, even with us often upsetting one another.

I guess I should let this go. Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you found something to challenge you and make you examine yourself. If you would like to see more of posts, or less, like this one drop a like, follow, comment, and invite someone who might find this interesting to visit.

This post and site are © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan. If you would like to use this content elsewhere please give proper credit. Letting me know would also be appreciated.

Go put your Creativity to work. I believe in you. May God richly bless you in everything!

Love to you all! Always and Evermore, Jo Ann

NoTiCe!

I May Be Crazy

I believe miracles
Happen every day.
Music can heal
What ails us.
Poetry is magic.
Photographs hold us
Together.
Death passes.
Writing is therapy.
Reading carries us
Where we did not
Know we needed to go.
All beings are unique.
Talking to things
Sometimes makes
Things happen.
Devices are a way
To become anything
We can dream.
We are loved
Tremendously.
Creativity brings
Love anywhere
We reach out.
Memory spills
Over forever.
God is LOVE!
Normal is not
Ever normal.
Reality is strange.
Everyone is precious.
All things are
Possible.
Impossible should
Be rejected.
We can get there
Eventually.
Heaven is real!
Perfection is
A contradiction.
Books are sacred.
Who we are
Is not set in any way,
Change is destiny.
Friends = Family –
Family = Friends.
What we are
Remains flexible.
Animals are very
Like us in many ways.
Portion control
Is a secret weapon
To supervise health.
Age is an illusion.
Hearts, minds, bodies,
Spirits and souls belong
Together in love.
Mine and yours
Can be alike
If we try.
Hate is a word
That is best
Forgotten.
The journey
Is the truth
We may find
Bringing
Understanding.
If we
Never Give Up
We can better
All our best.
Life is belonging
In love
To one another.
Tolerance is
Important.
Divisions
Should not exist.
Kindness is never
Wasted, it holds
All things in peace.
I may be crazy
But
Maybe we all are –
And that may be
The best of all worlds.

A Few Reviews

Surrender by Bono is a not to be missed autobiography, especially if you are a U2 fan. Refreshingly candid and very enlightening about a star and his struggles with faith and fame. I highly recommend it to everyone.

I am not a huge film fan, being more at home in the world of words, but I am impressed with some content I have recently viewed.

Top Gun Maverick became a blockbuster and after watching it, I see why that is so. Lovely film.

The three John Wick movies are awesome if you like a good story with non-stop action. I love fast-paced videos.

We Have A Ghost is a beautiful narrative, well acted, and superbly plotted. Warning: You may need a Kleenex.

You know I have to say something about my favorite band. GRRR by the Rolling Stones is an excellent set of tracks.

I got these up a bit late for streaming this weekend, but maybe next week.

Always & Ever,

Jo Ann

The Best Time to Start

Entry Ten – 2023 Creativity Project

You know when you go to place an order on Amazon, and you realize you want THE ITEM placed in your presence immediately, only yesterday. This sort of occurrence happens to, I suppose, everyone at one time or another.

Happening is evermore infinite, occurring in place and time – past, present, and future.

There is, somewhere, something, an intangibility to our reality, which is almost always on the edge of what we grasp. Maybe poets are extraordinarily aware that reaching the ethereal is an opportune possibility. Of Creativity, perhaps Poetry sits on a plane, sphere, somewhat of its own making. The visions conjured in a way incomprehensible and unique but calling out to be written. A wordly wizardry juggled like bubbles blown by a unicorn.

Nothing is impossible because everything is variable. Artistry caught on a cellphone like a castle composed of air articulated by An Agent of Spiralling Chaos captured on a string not quite relative in theory.

Like this scrap from long ago:

Somewhere on the edge of tomorrow,
Somewhere on the verge of yesterday,
Somewhere in the past, we don’t remember,
Somewhere not of Earth, far away.

Somewhere there are songs we were singing,
Somewhere there are rhymes that we made,
Somewhere on the edge of tomorrow,
Somewhere on the verge of yesterday.

The verses are like a found artifact that never entirely becomes but is nonetheless something recognizable.

Ah, what teenage girls dream in quickly vanishing moments. Something of beauty not to be caught in amber. Yet, now existent in the material, making meaning to sentient beings doing what we glean as living.

PROMPT: Use some found article in your environment as a catalyst for creation. You are a creature able to manifest greatness.

Gratitude:

1. Possibility
2. Opportunity
3. Creativity
4. Agency
5. Imagination

My fondest thanks for your presence here today. May something have enlightening potential for you. If it suits your fancy comment, follow, like, and share with others who you believe might realize some compatibility with the compositions and complications here.

May living enrich your being infinitely. Blessed be in each exploration, momentarily.

Always & Ever,
Jo Ann