LiveAlive – An Agent of Spiraling Chaos

Divergent Destiny

The color, a little fades
Out of every scene today,
Children’s toys put away;
Memories caught – in moments –
Mothballed in the distinct past,
What we wanted, dreamed
Touched with hope, joys unseem.

Now pleasures rolled back
Thick, clouded, velvet curtains
Drawn, enshrouding mystery;
Who we are, and who become
No longer treasures, as begun,
Letting hours, freshets run
Under shadow, below sun.

No word, no rumor fond
Does escape to foster breath,
Another one intake, bereft;
They say death is cruel:
But this unknown we wrestle –
It grinds like mortar against pestle –
Plans fade… beyond investment.

Experience takes us down unexpected pathways. Every day seems to evolve or devolve. We are shaped by these revolutions in thought and deed.

Think about things you see or have seen manifesting in your life. Perhaps unexpected transitions are occurring in your relationships.

Prompt: Create something that illustrates, in words or any other form, the “Divergent Destiny” you are navigating or have navigated.
Bonus: Imagine a path forward and create around the possibility.

I am grateful:
1. Shelter
2. Food
3. Friendship
4. Creativity
5. Alex

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May God richly bless you in all ways and always.

Always and Evermore,
Jo Ann

There are moments when nothing comes right, and then there are times we live again. The mission is to balance everything so it holds together enough that we do not die.

Anxiety can lead to panic, and our edges may fray. The trick is to tuck the fabric and sew another set of seams to help us face living alive. Those seams form a roadmap. We follow our path through the struggle and trials. However, it may not have the proper signage, and our “good path study (GPS)” may not know how to look for possibilities.

There are trips and falls along some byways. Wrong turns, lessons learned, every day we compete to better ourselves. The journey is not always fair but often lets us find simple joys. The texture of the paper beneath the pen is healing as the soul speaks. The welcome voice of family or friends bequeaths us smiles.

The opportunity to start over and come into a place where Love abounds is a beautiful blessing. No one has the answers to what we need, but if attention is paid, intuition may supply our longing. We follow our hearts and listen to our spirit’s guidance.

I am grateful I am out of the inhumane rays of the sun. Texas, this far south, never cools down. Sleep evaded me last night, but I am trying to prepare for a better night. I appreciate that God gives peace so rest and restoration occur. Nothing I do seems enough, but there still abides hope.

PROMPT: Are you coming apart or moving forward? Even in the breaking, a story is threaded through. You are moving, and that is all that is required. If you have your pieces of peace in order, that is wondrously grand. Create something that is a testimony of this moment in your search for purpose and meaning.

I write a lot of haiku, and the ones shown run over lines because the paper is not very big. You should try writing this counted syllable form as a warm-up to more intense creation. The counts are 5-7-5, and there is no rhyme scheme. If you are a visual artist, you can still work on the exercise because when we write by hand, it is an artistry of its own.

I think that is as much as I have right now. I hope your day is full of blessings. Find the discipline you need to reach your creativity and fill your life until it overflows. Remember, you are forever loved. Be a star shining that you might lend another person light. Love, and then keep on loving more. This is why we are given life.

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Always & Evermore,
Jo Ann

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Divergent Destiny

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