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Prompt Your Creative Side

“I wouldn’t go any further, unless you want your delusions scattered,” his daughter warned.  She was sitting in the shadows at the far end of the porch.

“I was dropping off his jacket he left at the diner,” Joyce explained.

“I’ll take it, that way his unscrupulous reputation will remain without confirmation,” she said as she stood up and walked towards Joyce.

Joyce was confused.  She handed the jacket to his daughter.  She stood there for a moment gazing at his daughter, as if waiting for an explanation.

His daughter took the jacket as she exhaled her cigarette. “Thank you, I’ll tell him, you stopped by,” she said.

“Ok, thanks,” Joyce said as she took a few steps backwards to head towards her car.  She kept staring at his daughter in wonder.  His daughter glared at Joyce with a half smirk as Joyce got into her car.  Joyce could feel his daughter’s eyes to continue to burn into her as she looked into the rearview mirror while she drove out of the drive.

Joyce didn’t want to leave and was curious of what goes on behind closed doors at the Fuller’s residence.  Each time he came into the diner, he was polite, had the capacity to make others laugh, and his friends that would join him seemed to respect his opinions shared.

He had asked Joyce out last night, encouraging her to share some time, to get to know him better.  Now she had been warned to forget their last conversation.

 

Creative Prompt

Prompts are creative ways to get the imagination active.  So to speak, to get the juices flowing to create, to develop a perception that can grow.  Using a prompt can give me that stimulation needed to build upon a concept or notion.  I find using lines from the newspaper, or even comments from friends and family and pictures have inspired me with ideas.  I was listening to a conversation and the statement, “She kept staring at his daughter,” stayed in my thoughts.  Ideas of a mystery started to progress.  Who knows where I will go with this dramatic beginning.

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Creative Connections

Connections

Over the years, I have witnessed the progress and growth in our technology, the creativeness in the development of science, inventions, and methods that have influenced society and how we communicate.  I have utilized those developments to communicate, but most of all, to reconnect with others.

I have enjoyed the opportunity to be able to communicate with family and friends.  Friends that I have allowed those years to pass since we last talked.  To locate someone, someone I thought a lot about during school years, but had not heard from in 30 plus years. Those years that I have concentrated on jobs, children, and struggling to find my way on my journey and forgot to share the experience with others.   It has allowed me to be informed of their experiences, news in the making, so to speak, and share at that very moment with comments and pictures.

As I watch the generation of my grandchildren, I ponder on a question, will they understand the concept of reconnection?  Today, they are connected from the time they are awake and even when they sleep, they wake up to messages that keep their status updated.  Will they truly understand the feeling or notion of missing someone?  Having that experience of mystery, anguish of anticipation, wondering if a letter will arrive or the phone will ring?  Will they still have that intimate, personal connection that once a letter could offer that was saved for years?  A letter that turned yellow with age and the writing has faded, but the words were memorized in the heart.  The joy of a reunion, anticipation of finding out, the excitement of reconnection with someone you have not heard from in years.

Well, I may not be around to see the full circle, but right now I will say, I am enjoying the creativeness our technology has offered.  I just hope the generations of my grandchildren do not take it for granted, but consider the privilege as a gift to build upon, positive concepts to build upon that will make things better.  That the messages of hope, faith and love are shared more, and an entity of togetherness be joined to conquer the struggles of yesteryear, and make today and tomorrow a better environment for their grandchildren.

Hope, the Root of Creativity

Sitting on the beach with my camera in my hand during a sunrise, it’s like meditation to me.  The breeze is tranquil, the salt air that I breathe in is soothing, and the sounds of the waves as they wash upon the shore flow to the heart beat of my dreams.  I am at peace as I focus the lens towards the rising sun, the shore birds running along the water and the crabs as they scurry across the sand.  Sea gulls invite themselves to fly close and land in the sand near me.  It’s a new day, a new beginning with endless possibilities like looking out to the sea and viewing the vastness of water.

Hope

I have read that each individual remains on a quest or has their particular place that encourages peacefulness.  I truly wish that each will find that comfort.  I don’t always have the opportunity to sit on the beach, but I can get away from the demands of daily living, by closing my eyes, if only for a moment, and retreat to what gives me clarity to my priorities.

I am not one that can say, “All my ducks are in a row,” or I have lived life with no “regrets.”  I may have my moments of confusion and discouragements, but learning from where I have come and believing in where I am going, gives hope that something brilliant will come out of those times of disappointments.

When I am able to find peace of mind, then I am able to reflect on what needs improvement.  Accepting the struggles with the blessings, gives me a feeling of balance, then I am able to focus on what matters.  With each experience and walk in my journey, I have gained or improved on skills and talents.  If life had been easy, organized, well-planned, then how would I have learned problem-solving, developing my creativity, or appreciating those moments of meditation.

I cannot speak for others, but having regrets motivates me to strive for my dreams today.  I may have taken a path in the past that was confusing, discouraging, and disappointing at times, but there were blessings too that have continued to guide me to where my dreams are taking me.  In my opinion, to be creative, want to create, and dream to create something to be shared, then one must have that one ingredient; “Hope” that always offers a guiding light through the storms.  To a moment to say “Thank you,” while refueling in the safety of a harbor.  Hope can provide the courage to set sail on that adventure into the unknown of the journey of life.

Journey of Love

A Journey

Wherever I travel, I always run into people who express that one wish on their journey and that longing is for the experience of love.  The inner desire to socialize, associate, and experience companionship that is uplifting, inspiring and elevates the spirit to find meaning and value to existing each day.  That emotion may put a smile on one’s face and bring color into perceptive of what might have been viewed in black and white.  Love can be that emotion which may bring warmth and melt those bitter feelings of loneliness and despair.  Love has been said to influence one forward towards a passionate attachment to growth, maturity and enlightenment.

Love may be a word that sounds so easy and sometimes over used, but the act of love can have profound strength that can spread tenderness, pleasure, and devotion between individuals and groups.  Love is an act that does not come effortlessly easy; it requires willingness and a course of action of consenting permission from the heart.  It is an act that requires exerting energy and effort.  If given the opportunity, love can defuse hatred; it may bring on agreement which encourages acceptance of different points of view.  It can convey appreciation of the gifts others may provide.

When I read an article or book that strongly expresses an act of love that touches my heart; I too, want that experience and may attempt to search for it.  That which is good and feeds my spiritual need for hope to cross the bridges of uncertainty that may surround me at times.

As I walk along in my journey, sometimes, I get a sneak preview of my life coming together like a jigsaw puzzle, and it seems like it is the little moments within uncertain turns in time between a stranger, a friend, a family member or even a pet that can add up to several chapters within my lifetime that I may not fully be able to see or finish reading now, but once the journey is complete, reflecting on years of experiences, the novel of love that I thought I needed to search for has been lived each day.

Daily Performance

Uncertainty may lead the way,

Along a path that seems disarray,

Jumbled quest, muddled I may say,

To an ending unfinished as of this day,

Each moment is like a bowl of clay,

To mold, shape and plan I will pray,

Certainty, my stage of dreams will play!

SGW

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.

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