The Empty Page, Legacy

Entry Seven – 2023 Creativity Project

Today, I came with nothing, no content, no plan, and without words. I decided to write from there. At that moment, something magical happened. The page reached out and I grabbed hold. Now, history unspools from the past, my writing; the present, your reading; the future, something seeded in you, me. Forever is changed, legacy, destiny.

Journal with Pen, Made Personally for Me,
by My Friend, Scott
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan – Journal Page
Poem in the Wild

Thankfulness:

1. Paper
2. Pen
3. Technology
4. Learning
5. Literacy

Prompt: Create from the point of view of a tool you use.

I take this opportunity to say a fond thanks to you for spending your time with me on Haphazard Creative. I realize each moment is precious, so you do honor me. I ask that you express your feelings in a like, comment, or follow. Should you be inclined, please share what you found here with someone you believe might appreciate it. I hope you find inspiration and encouragement in this missive. God Bless You and Yours, Eternally!

Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

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

2022 Creativity Project – March 6

Wookie

I was broken
Lost my “Hope”
Needed belief,
Her face –
That beauty –
Unbearable
To go on
Without,
Threw all
Including
Thanksgiving,
Aside to go
Rescue
The Marbles
That almost
Demolished
My physicality.

Today, truce,
I never
Trust her,
She sometimes
Believes in me,
We love each
Other with
A dis-ease
Like magnets
Attracting
Repelling.

She is
A lunatic,
I am mental,
We suit
One another
Because
We learned
To trust
Whatever
We are
It could get
Better,
It could be
Worse,
But who
We are is
Together.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt: Maybe you have an “unsettling” relationship. Create…

Lost, Under A Chemical Sun

They told the parents everything was a loss, but they refused to give up. They started a prayer chain, hoping the sleeper would not get deeper lost.

Still here, woken up, but there was a cost. Broken, missing pieces, but knowing greater than doctors thought.

Miracles, they happen, more often than not.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan