No I’m no mystic, just a writer seeking more than mist, the tossing and shaping of words, by channels of the sea
I walk, and I am alone again….. seeking and perhaps that’s the danger of wordsmithing,
forever a quest, will we allow the heart to be open enough, risking?
Or do we cloud walk only long enough to use the heart?
I think of it more now, maybe as enjoying our gift
flowing, then becoming amazed
by our journey,
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When who we were blends with who we are now, a beautiful synthesis
shapes our phrases, and our wordflow forms
a new creation.
Never losing
who we truly are.
Well my attempt at simply sharing archives did not work. There were no technical problems. Yet I would look at the old poem and change it just a little.
And little more, and a little bit more…..and you get the idea. A synthesis, creating something completely new.
I guess in a way people are like that too…..always new yet not losing the core
of who we are.
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I’m very proud to announce, that of this writing my blog has more than 2,900 posts here! Wow. Can you believe it? I can hardly believe it myself. It didn’t happen overnight!
Some time ago I mentioned that this site is maxed out, completely full. Did you know there is a limit of memory on each site? I made some room and now it is full again.
Rivers Renewed to the MAX!
I’ve decided to share some of these beautiful posts, from years ago. For example 2017 was a great year! For the next few weeks I’ll be celebrating with classic poetry along with new work, while I’m renovating, which means cataloging, archiving, and making more room.
I will be retiring from blogging sometime in the future, maybe even later this year. Yet every time I consider retiring, I find more inspiration. Maybe that’s the way writing should be.
Thank you so much for reading!
Wishing you peace.
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I write of peace, of nature, healing, discovery, renewal, of God being in the woods. There is spirit and wings, for each of us I think. A quiet heart seeking.
Yet within each of us there are different rivers, sources of inspiration. For example I love writing fiction. Did you know I had a fiction blog at one point?
And with yesterday’s post about the Capitol riot you saw yet another river from my heart. If I had the time (and I don’t) I could start a blog offering political analysis and commentary.
And yes each post can be a risk, if we push the boundaries of where we were. For “Flags and Banners” I was already expecting a much lower response. It’s the nature of that type of post.
And that’s ok.
So my point is – explore who you are as a writer, as an artist. Take chances, discover the new……and most of all……follow your heart.
Peace.
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As I write this, light dances through the window over my shoulder with shadows from the shades and pine trees moving across the wall. I realize I write a lot about these pine trees, and the red maples, oaks and poplar trees, as if there is a strength hidden.
I hold the hawks close to my heart, or it could be, just that one that likes to fly close to me, at eye level. It can see it now in a larger sense that courage takes wing and sometimes leaves a feather as a souvenir of victory. Sharing more than light, and clearly defining my true self.
The sun is now moving a little closer to the horizon, as I squint…..closing the shade.
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When I went up on the ridge that day I had my raincoat on, the one with the hood,
and checked for my mask in the ziploc. Seeking my rock, my thinking rock, my prayer
and meditation rock, there was comfort when I found it and I sat down silently, even in the rain
I could sense the quiet of the forest. I closed my eyes and quieted my spirit…..realizing I didn’t need to find some new deep revelation,
or write a poem producing lightning on a page, some awe inspiring lines, one poem
out doing another, until the lines faded. That was all nonsense. I could just be who I was,
and write quietly of healing and nature, and peace. Praying on a rock up high, sitting in the rain.
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I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed the series, The Colors of the Night Sky!
This was an exciting, pushing back the boundaries time for me. It was something new, and I purposely blended different types of writing.
Did you know you can blend different genres? I think science fiction, fantasy, and romance, work well together.
I also blended some poetry with prose, especially in the first piece.
Colors infused was something I enjoyed trying also. Don’t you just love purple?
Now I have a decision to make. I’ve ended the series here, but there is so much missing……
due to squeezing in the story into the wordpress format. I need to go further with this story, stretching my wings, developing and filling in the rest of the story.
Fiction is not most popular type of post, and I think the least favorite with readers.
That showed up big time in my blog this past week but I expected it.
So….I will cut back a little here while I think about it.
I love writing so thank you for reading!
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This is a creative writing blog, and as you probably know, I love writing poetry and fiction!
And I am a person of faith. I was a very conservative person years ago, but no longer.
No, it was not Donald Trump that changed my views, but his success confirmed what I already knew.
Anyway it’s been at least 5 years since I walked away from conservativism.
Now, I’ve said these things, to let you know that I do have boundaries, or a framework for my writing.
I don’t ever remember typing a curse word here. I don’t condemn anyone that does, but I’ve decided not to.
When it comes to love, it is God given and perfectly natural to write about. Can it go overboard? Absolutely!
Some people of faith though avoid love like the plague, but I think that’s a real shame.
I’m a writer, and this young couple we have just met in The Colors of the Night Sky will find each other, and yes there will be some spice.
I will not go overboard. My intention is to write a great story, that’s authentic.
I’m having a great time writing!
Thank you for reading!
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The strength of our wing, the power
of our words
always depends
on the heart,
the freedom
within.
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Born from the torn parts of our spirits
we shape our scars mixed
with light
into phrases,
a few lines
to bring the healing
our world
so desperately needs.
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