I can feel the dark ready to swallow us up if we falter; give it space. No denying, it swoops in at every opportunity.
Prompt: Create something that captures your resilience against negativity.
Gratitude List
I am thankful:
1. I have today. 2. Reading Surrender by Bono. 3. Pepperjack cheese. 4. I drank the last canned soda I intend to bring into my house. 5. I am getting used to the taste of pure water.
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May many blessings find you every day. Take care and be safe.
There is no allowance In some hearts; differences Are cause for criticism, Not recognizing we all See the sky, ocean, And breathe alike. We crave being known, Treasured, cherished, accepted Safely by everyone we meet. Love is a requirement In being, living, becoming Who we are here to be. Divisions among us stifle Creativity, confidence, courage And the will to imagine Dreams can come true. We often believe ourselves So much less than Our potential because Of labels reminding each of us We will never be _______ enough. Love, enwrapping our souls, Tells us we can climb – Given the opportunity – higher. God is for us, Him being Love, We are precious no matter Our status or conditions, Our differences are gorgeous.
Please do not be thrown by my use of God’s and Jesus’ names. Whatever your beliefs, you are welcome here. I am not proselytizing; just stating what I have found for me. I hope all will see Love in me and know His Love is my reason. I live only by Christ’s allowance.
Prompt: Take the word “Divisions” and let it lead you. Create something!
I had to take time out. There were things well beyond my processing ability. It is not over yet, but I felt I could check-in.
Going out is so hard, and I always feel watched, judged, and found lacking in my ability to interact. Avoidance is a blanket around me because I cannot believe anyone likes me as I am. I hide; I cannot believe in myself. I have been an outcast too often to think I belong. TMI, yeah, me.
I Am Thankful: 1. I can read and write. 2. I have some artistic abilities. 3. I am still here, despite suicidal thoughts; I cannot kill myself, because every time I try, I end up in worse shape. So, until God is ready, I remain, but my mind fights me. 4. It has been less cold the last few days. 5. Music reminds me to hope.
Your visit here at Haphazard Creative means more than I have words to express. Please comment, follow, and like what you found worthwhile. If you know others who might be interested, please share. Come back when you have moments to spare.
I hope February means more entries, but there are daunting days ahead for me. I can only try to post here. Struggles are on every front and I am unequal to each and all.
God Bless You and Yours Eternally! Cast your cares (burdens) upon the Lord Jesus Christ because He Loves you!
Using multiple devices is weird. Phone, computer, back and forth, wtf, where did it go? Ah…
Gratitude List:
1. We are safe thus far. 2. My best friend, Reba. 3. It is no longer 2022. 4. A bit of interchangeable knowledge. 5. Support when I am LOST.
PROMPT: Find some quality of your day, apply it universally to today’s creation. Create!
Sometimes I do not know how to express what exactly it means to me for you to visit Haphazard Creative. I always hope that you enjoy your time here; that perhaps it is an oasis in your days. Comments, follows, likes, and shares are extremely valuable, so please choose one or more. These give me feedback that is crucial to the viability of this site.
It is not precise My perception, perspective, I am only ME… Every one of us, unique, Love inherently, PeRfEcT!
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.
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.
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