writing about writing – Rivers Renewed

Follow Your Heart

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.

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.

Up on the Ridge

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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.

Art Blending

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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!

Creative Writing and Spice

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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!

The Strength of Our Wing

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The strength of our wing, the power

of our words

always depends

on the heart,

the freedom

within.

Healing Words

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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.

Downpour

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Torrential rains in a downpour

as the wind roars, ripping

through trees,

while dark clouds

cover the mountains,

making them invisible.

And I wonder – does God make storms so we can rest and do some writing?

The Light of Our Eyes

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If the light of our spirits is in our eyes, what visions do we see

when we read our poems?

are there any feathers

is there any power

from our wings

lifting off

from our pages?

My Photographs

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Now you might wonder why do I use his own photos? Well, that’s easy, there are two reasons really. One, is that it’s much easier and faster!

I remember starting out blogging, and searching for hours for just the right picture, to go with a piece of fiction, or a poem. And I realized I could write a lot more, and have a lot more time for everything, if I used what I already had. I can also find my own photos easily.

And to be honest I’ve always loved photography. I have thousands of photos from different devices, though I’m not a professional. So, part of my walking hobby is to go into nature and photograph what I find.

I have also found that I can start with a photograph, and write a poem around it! So cool!

So, it works well for me. It is rare that I use a photo outside of my own library, but it simply means I couldn’t find a match for the poem.

And yes, it is true my photographs are copyrighted, so please don’t use them without my permission.

I wish you peace.

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