The day, now, arrives Abstract as splotches dripped from A hard-shaken brush; What fading becomes, of us, When we hardly stay in touch? We wake, lightning stroke, Days so many thoughts provoke; We used to get up early so we could ski on the lake before other campers got in the water. Often fog would lie in stillness until we cleaved it, Fog on lake, like smoke. Those great heavy stones, So originally placed; Existence has weight. Consciousness becoming clear in daybreak’s glamorous glare. Creativity anchored within Love so deep, Summer songs repeat.
Sometimes I scroll Facebook, Instagram, or X. I post a few likes and a comment or three. Occasionally, I share something that came to my mind. Often, I feel a little guilty for spending precious time that way. Is it a waste of time? People may say it is, but it is a conduit for interaction with others in the world out there beyond my screens. I think they are just as desperate for someone to notice they have taken the time to create a thing and launch it into another mind as I am.
Are the people who crusade against spending time “scrolling” not also using their own platforms for the exhortations? We bask in the reality that our lives are bigger than our bodies. It has always been that way, but our social media allow us to know in a concrete way that we make waves in the fabric of time and space.
Okay, I know words or pictures on a screen are not concrete, but the mind behind what so magically appears and the one that sees it and adds it to the stores within his or her brain are real. Transmission of information is the culmination of millions of hours of effort by people, human beings, whose identities we never know. Their effectiveness in changing our lives is not diminished by our not being in the space with them, working to make these wonders exist.
It is easy to believe in Jesus when we think about how we have the Holy Bible with us, even as we believe someone or something real created what we experience on screen. We, ourselves, know so little of how our being settles onto a screen in front of us and before someone in another space that we can compare it to prayer. We are here, and creativity, the Lord, and another soul almost seem as nebulous as molecules and atoms. We trust that “scientific facts” are true, though we may fail to understand their workings at all. Science and God are in definite ways connected; those who began to explore and relate the references society has built itself around believed in God and were not in opposition to His Being.
We exist within the mind of the LORD, and we also live in the throne room of Heaven. Should we then be more mindful in the conduct of our lives? I believe so. Is scrolling the World Wide Web a transgression? No more than other actions we take. As my parents often reminded me, “All things in moderation.” This is the information that imbues all parts of life with meaning. We, being consumed by any portion of life to the exclusion of others that hold as much or greater importance, are wasteful. On a level of pure being and meaning, we have work we must do. Work that changes lives, mine, and yours. Our purpose is Love for God and one another.
Um, I say writing is just talking on the page. As my audio conversations get carried away, because my brain is neurodivergent, so has this session of writing. Thank you for your participation in my creation. I hope you know that, as I can write, so can you. You have valuable thoughts to share. Please give yourself permission to say what your truth is on the page and share it with others who may need your voice to give them their own.
May the Lord Jesus Christ be with you always through His Spirit. I hope you experience peace and Love abundantly and receive multitudes of blessings. Returning you to your regularly scheduled programming. Do not forget you are Loved extravagantly and never alone.
I hope today finds you well and I pray God’s abundant blessings on you.
Prompt: Find time to create something during your day. Even if it is just working in a journal like I have here, you need to express yourself in your media of choice.
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You are precious, loved, and worthy. I hope you find hope and joy each day.
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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