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Battle from within

He Speaks to the Heart

Go with, Grow with, Give with, that part which I do not understand…I Fight with, my Heart.

The heart of the matter, the center of reality, the voice that encourages the consciousness, which wants to experience, to hold, to encounter that which gives inspiration beyond the idea of just existing.  I do not fully understand or comprehend this internal capability or strength in which I possess, so I allow the fearful misunderstanding, the confusion of no clarity draw me into battle with my heart.  I become lost in the fog of chaos, unsure of the path I started and forgetful of that which I once desired.  Bewildered in the environment I have created I give into the irrational behavior of panic like a victim in the water who seeks rescue, forgets to relax and float but struggles against his last breath and drowns.  The heart communicates once more, startles me in this controversy from within, no need to place blame on others, just listen.  The words to flow with my desires and grow with my natural abilities, give with my full capacity, which I may not understand, and I will find in my performance that I can achieve a dream.  To be creative, to express with imagination, to share with others that which my heart desires will give meaning, stimulation to go beyond existing, to live with purpose!

Creativity Opens Doors

To Climb or Go Around?

Today has been hot outside with temperatures in the upper 90’s.  I think this afternoon as I looked at the temperature, it read 99 degrees.  I am not one to be outside in this heat, so I decided to stay in with the kids.  That’s the time I have to think, of creative things to do indoors.

Creativity, as I’ve been told, is to have that ability or skill to create, the use of my imagination to be productive.  Well, it could be with games, stories, cooking or even reinventing the use of toys.  Creating can help with problem-solving and fixing.  Being creative can be so much fun.  I truly believe everyone possess the gift; that a person’s thoughts and expression of desires and dreams, is developed from being creative.

As I work towards writing, I get many ideas from watching my children and grandchildren while they play, and the suggestion they may make about an item I’m getting ready to put into the trash.  A shoe box can become the hide-a-way for Spiderman, my broken laundry basket aids to a new style of basketball, or an Easter egg with a rock becomes the new rattle for the baby.  The list is undefined and keeps going on and on.

I guess, in my opinion, it could be said that Creativity equals infinite possibilities.  Creativity equals unlimited ideas, indefinite suggestions, boundless experiences that can open several doors in our lifetime.   Doors that are actually NOT shut to our dreams; they just need that creative, magical works of reconstruction, design, and means to reveal the opening.

Lasting Creatively Told Stories

Coastal Moments

As I continue to work on my next project of writing a novel, I have enjoyed remembering the various legends and ghost stories of the area in which I grew up.  A lot of the stories can be found in print or on the web, but I have been unable to find the story in print that was once told, almost 40 years ago, by a local near Sneads Ferry.

Many of the details are foggy, as I was truly young, but I remember that storyteller, aged from the winds of the coast, telling of an undying love between a sailor and his wife.  The sailor was aboard a merchant ship that sailed the shores of Virginia and North Carolina.  Somehow the sailor saves the woman’s life from being betrothed to a wicked, treacherous man of Virginia.   One evening, he sneaks her aboard the ship to set sail for North Carolina.  He cares for her and promises her the opportunity of freedom to find her true love.  Once in North Carolina, she is happy and filled with dreams.   She becomes his bride, but claims it is not enough and promises to repay the gift.  Of course, before she can repay, she dies at a young age, and I was told she was buried with a frown of despair due to unfinished business with her husband.   As the story goes, the sailor remained a sad loner that lived near her grave and lost meaning to living without her love.  Later or perhaps years, her husband refused to leave the area near his home and wife’s grave when a storm was approaching and with warning.  A hurricane swept the coastline and took the man from his home to be claimed by the sea, but he grabbed a hold of wood that was floating by and was washed ashore.  As I was told, it was her coffin that he had grabbed, and when opened, she had a smile upon her face because she had given back the same gift and saved her husband.  It was her love that saved him that day and gave meaning to continue to exist until old age gave him the opportunity to join his wife.  The local shared as the ending to the story that it has been sighted, a couple hand-in-hand, both smiling as they gaze into each other’s eyes, walk into the waves, and then disappear.

These stories and legends can stay with me from the memories of how they were creatively told.  These stories of the past can give meaning to the present.  This story of love goes beyond the fairytale of “happily ever after”, but gives substance and purpose to love.  It gives meaning to a Love that can rescue and offers the promise to give, which touches the heart to defend, preserve and protect that which can live forever.

Vengeance, Creatively Told

Flaming Reflections

I have noticed as I read and write, an ingredient that it used for conflict, suspense, and even justice, is vengeance.  The act of claiming or the need for satisfaction, or feeling compelled to receive payment of fairness.  It can grab my attention in a story, as I follow along the plotting, planning and scheming to prove purpose as seen from their point of view.  We, as readers, may not always agree, and sometimes pull for the other side, but the point is that revenge can add to the story.

It also adds to the legends and ghost stories that continue to be told over and over to each generation.  I can remember a ghost story of a burning ship in New Bern that supposedly continues to reappear on the Neuse River a certain evening each year.  Of course, I have never been able to find the local storyteller that knew that exact time, but shared it happens during the summer.

As the story was told when I was a youth, the sailing ship was carrying a group of German Palatines that were sailing from England in 1710 to settle in their new location, New Bern.  The ship was under the command of an unfavorable captain and crew.  The captain had the reputation of being a wicked crook that would steal, cheat or swindle without a second thought.  So, the prosperous group of German Palatines decided to pretend they were poor and so, hid their treasures of gold coins and silver dishes below from the captain and crew.  When the German Palatines were able to see land and were told by the captain that they needed to bring their belongings up from the hold in preparation of landing, they did.  The captain and crew were able to see their wealth.  Quickly, the captain came up with a plan.  He told the group that the ship could not come into landing until tomorrow.  The German Palatines were disappointed to wait another day, but took their processions back down from the deck and soon were laid to rest, sound asleep with visions of their destination when they awaken.

That evening, when everything was quiet and still down below, the captain shared his plan with the crew to obtain the German Palatines’ riches, by killing each and every one of them, including women and children.  They would set the ship to fire that would be filled with the dead, and escape in the lifeboats with all the treasures of gold and silver.

The ambush was quick; many of the German Palatines were murdered in their sleep.  The crew felt everything had gone as planned, as they pushed off in the small boats and could see the ship burning.  When they were some distance from the ship, they turned to look back.  They could see the ship on fire, the blaze was getting bigger and brighter, but the ship did not sink.  And then they witnessed the ship moving towards them.  It is said, the ship burned all night.  It would sail along the waterway and then return to the location of where the murders had happened.  By dawn, the burning blaze was gone and the ship still stood, fully erect with its spars, sails, masts fully unconsumed.  Everything was in its place; the only thing was that it was blackened and charred.  But at sundown, the ship would reappear in flames, but yet it would not burn.

The captain and crew became frightened and abandoned their small boats on the bank and supposedly fled into the forest.  There they stayed the captain and crew.  They and their descendants lived on their “ill-gotten spoils.”

It is said, to this day, the crime of the murders has not been avenged, so on that certain evening, during the summer, once a year, the burning ship appears on the waters off of New Bern and I am told, it will continue until the blood of the German Palatines has been paid for in kind.

Imprints that Last

Mysteries of the Past

I will say, it can be so much fun to research stories that have been passed down.  Looking up and researching legends and ghost stories I heard as a youth usually around a campfire, can be inspiring while I work to write.  Even my daughter has become intrigued to hear the stories and legends of her hometown.

One of those stories that intrigued me and I remember a bit different from what is published was the Mysterious Horse Hoof Prints.  I was taken to see the prints as a youth, and probably wouldn’t be able to locate them today without directions from the locals.  As the story goes, back in the early 1800’s it was forbidden to horse race on Sunday.  There was this wild young man, Jesse Elliott, who seemed to live to defy the rules and laws, enjoying his free spirit and spirits of the still. He met a mysterious stranger on a black horse around Bath, North Carolina one Sunday.  The stranger challenged Mr. Jesse by telling him, “Your stallion could be beaten.”  The foolishly wild young man accepted the challenge by telling the stranger to meet him at the track in an hour.  Supposedly, Mr. Jesse went home to get ready for the race and was warned by his wife to not race on Sunday.  It is said, her final warning was, “I hope you’ll be sent to hell this very day!”

At the track, when Mr. Jesse arrived, he found the mysterious stranger was waiting for him.  Both men seemed confident and calm as they agreed on the terms of the race, even though it is said, Mr. Jesse stated something about the stranger bothered him, but he was eager to win the race and take the man’s money.

The race was on, and both horses galloped down the lane.  Now I was told as a youth, Mr. Jesse’s horse was falling behind, and he decided to take a short cut to by-pass the curve ahead and take the lead, but others say Mr. Jesse’s horse was taking the lead.  As the story continues, Mr. Jesse was heard to have shouted to his horse, “Take me in a winner or take me to hell!”

I remember sitting around the campfire, the voice of the storyteller getting softer as he leaned closer to continue the story, “And at that very moment, as the horse reached the curve in the track, Mr. Jesse’s horse suddenly twisted his head, reared and dug its hooves into the ground.  Mr. Jesse was violently thrown, breaking his neck against a large pine tree and killed instantly.”  I would get goose bumps listening and watching him speak with his hands.

It’s said, after the race, the stranger disappeared, and Mr. Jesse’s horse was never again seen, but the horse hoof prints remain, even today.  To add to the story, there are those that believed Mr. Jesse went straight to hell that moment, and others that believe they continue to hear him and his horse galloping the area.  Of course, the storyteller would add that last tidbit that would take my breath that some say they have seen a dark horse and his rider’s head bobs of a broken neck.

Goose bumps would cover my arms as the hair would stand, when I continued to listen to that soft tone, almost a whisper, as I was told about folks that have attempted to bury the hoof prints with leaves, pine needles, and soil, and they would reappear.  I would get shivers listening to the various attempts mentioned over the past hundred years.  There is one encounter of chicken feed that was spread around and in the prints.  The chickens would not eat the feed from the prints but only on the ground around the hoof prints.  Even today, there is still the mystery of why the hoof prints remain and the story still fascinates me and people of all ages.

Inspired to Create

Ocracoke Lighthouse

I appreciate the opportunity to take a vacation, get away, reconnect with family and friends, and relax without worries.  I truly believe in many vacations throughout the year to clear the cobwebs out of the head.  I have discovered on vacations that I can be perfectly happy with the basics of few clothes, walking, writing, taking pictures and laughter with family and friends. In today’s society, it is encouraged to work, work, and work, but stress can take its toll on the mind and body.  Some are blessed to find a job they truly enjoy, and the feeling of productivity can be inspiring, but others are thankful for employment, and remain in constant search for something missing in their lives.    That search for comfort, excitement, and acceptance.    So, what if I could find a job near my favorite vacation spot, which would financially support, living in the area I enjoy?  That’s an idea!

Well, everyday living does not always match the way we would dream, but I can put those dreams into writing and be the character I create.  I can still make time to walk and pretend I’m walking near my favorite scene.  I can remind myself when I am working and worrying over bills that can stress me; I am putting aside funds that will be used wisely for my next vacation and adventure.

It is those unique moments with family, friends, and favorite adventures that will add strength, courage, and the ability to dream that makes those typical, stressful, working days seem worth the effort.

Ocracoke Adventure

My last adventure took me to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, Ocracoke Island.  I enjoyed the opportunity to enjoy the sun and beach.  It’s a place to walk, bike ride, to fish and to socialize with locals and others vacationing from different parts beyond the island.  I found interest to review the history of the island related to the state in which I live.  Ocracoke Island is a barrier island about 16 miles long and can only be obtained by ferry.  Blackbeard the Pirate made the island known as his hangout and hideaway.   Blackbeard sailed from the Caribbean to the Virginia Capes robbing ships. In November 1718, Blackbeard the Pirate was said to have been captured near Ocracoke Island by Lieutenant Robert Maynard of the British Navy. The Governor of Virginia sent the Lt Maynard to command a sloop and find Blackbeard.  It is said; he killed the pirate in a bloody duel, captured 15 crewmen and Blackbeard’s head was taken triumphantly to Hampton.  Blackbeard’s death supposedly marked the end of a large-scale of piracy on the Atlantic Coast.  So, when the island was established as a port around 1715 to promote trade and navigation around the coast, it became safer as a shipping port.  Around the late 1700’s the Ocracoke Lighthouse was built and remains to be the oldest continuous lighthouse of North Carolina.  In the 1800’s, Ocracoke Island became a vital shipping port.

Fort Ocracoke

There’s more to the history of Ocracoke Island than just the legends of pirates.  The island has served as an asset during the Revolutionary War with its hazardous waters that prevented the British warships from guarding the inlet.  There are evidences of a fort submerged in the Ocracoke inlet.  There is also the British Cemetery of four British seamen of the armed trawler HMS Bedfordshire.  The HMS Bedfordshire served, on loan to the US Navy from Great Britain to help protect our shores during the early part of World War II.

British Cemetery

I enjoy listening to locals share stories and legends passed down related to the wild ponies.  The wild ponies that roam the island were supposedly brought over by Sir Walter Raleigh and left on the Roanoke Island at the same time of the mysterious colony that disappeared, also known as The Lost Colony.

Well, I guess I could go on and on, but I’ll bring my vacation to an end as I return to the daily responsibilities of home.  I’m inspired, it’s time to create and have some more moments in my journey to treasure!

Gift of Freedom

Happy 4th of July

I plan to enjoy the 4th of July, Independence Day of the USA, a day of celebration and commemorate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence of 1776.  The day has a history and meaning, but to most it has become a Holiday for friends and family to gather for cookouts, parades, fireworks, and the celebration of togetherness.  It is a day to celebrate when I realize the opportunity of freedom I have been granted with the heritage, history of journeys of others that saw and believed in a dream and made the sacrifice needed so I could be where I am today.  Society, as I know it, has evolved to the patriotic tune of liberty and freedom.  So, today as I enjoy family and friends, display the colors of red, white and blue, join into the outdoor cookouts and end the day with watching the amazement of fireworks, I am grateful to those of the past, present and future for their dreams, commitments, and sacrifices so, I would have the opportunity to live in a country that supports a gift, I call freedom!

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