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

Off the Edge

Entry Six – 2023 Creativity Project

When life gets difficult, sometimes creativity becomes harder to reach. The urge to quit becomes paramount. Quitting is not a feasible option, because I survive in my imagination.

Prompt: Push yourself to continue beyond the will to quit. See what exists in the region of impossibility.

Everything I have done here this year has been accomplished on my phone. I am not using computers much anymore. I like it because I can work anywhere.

Moonlight Shadow – © Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

There is light outside the darkness. Fighting for life and a future is commendable. The struggle is not always beautiful, but ashes can be washed away. Even scars have a purpose; they are evidence of strength. Grasping the will to go forward is a challenge for all of us at times. Keep going, and never give up.

I am grateful for the challenge, for being willing to live for another day.

Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

Final Tidings, Opening Thoughts

Sunday, January 1, 2023
Entry One

This is the final portion of my journal that I finished at 11:59 pm, Saturday, December 31, 2023.

Pardon my use of the word enemies; until recently, I had believed myself without the degree of hostility fostered toward me that warrants the use of that term, but I now conclude there are some persons and organizations who so qualify.

Following is the first page of my journal for the year 2023. The anger I explore in the poem was and is toward Wookie, my dog, who upset me almost further than my grip on my emotions could sustain. I happily inform you that the beast is alive and well.

I hope you proceed into this promising New Year with peace and joy. We have much for which to be thankful over the past year, and we can meet 2023 with positivity. New blessings and greater abundance await us if we will but welcome them into our lives.

I am confident that we can go forward in good spirits, knowing improvement may greet us if we avail ourselves of the wonder of Love and live within its grace.

Gratitude List

I am thankful:

1. My life is blessed.
2. I have a home that affords me shelter and some comfort.
3. There is adequate food in my domicile that starvation is now averted.
4. The dogs are company and caring toward me.
5. I love my life and am content at this point, for God holds me in His tremendous Love.

PROMPT: Start your year with something that expresses where you stand at this juncture. Use any media or mixture thereof that appeals to you. If you wish, share your work as I have done here.

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Always & Ever,
Jo Ann

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.

Alas, and Away

You wanted me once,
It was already too late
You were walking out
The door on your way elsewhere
Falling for somebody else.
I always wanted
You from the first, beginning,
Like a childhood crush
Way, way overdone, too much;
Love, still falling into you.
Now, so far away
Living, we are avoiding
Any chance to see
One another because, here,
Love holds us close together.
Keep on, keeping on
Apart from being with me
Go on; you stay free
By this late date, you might find
My heart has left you behind.
I have to remind
Myself, I am doing fine
On my own – alone
This love just a memory
Never a reality.
Still, keep yourself there
Stay away now; only fair,
Because ah, perhaps
I could be somehow convinced
You have a place for me, us.

Nobody needs another broken-hearted love poem, dangling on, like yesterday. It’s what all the best people say, anyway. However, I have enough love left over to keep writing these things, forever.

So forgive me again, for this time, when the night could not keep me in check, I wrote it. Whatever did you expect? No, you know better; you should see the letters. Together, no never, but love unrequited, it is remarkable as a dream, in deep Winter, of Spring bringing its breezes.