The expectations
Of others just weighed her down;
Then she grew happy.
Happiness came from
Setting aside others’ dreams
And finding her own.
Curiosity
Became her daily garment
And laughter rang free.
At peace with herself.
The mirror revealed the Truth.
Peace smiled out from her.
Good night, blogging friends.
May the Peace of Christ be yours.
See you tomorrow.
Every first and third Friday our Madison County Writers’ Group meets in Ennis, Montana. We may have just two participants, or we could have eight or ten. Last February during our third Friday meeting, there were just two of us. I recently came across my notes from that meeting.
We begin our meeting each time with a prompt we draw from a bag. Anyone can add prompts to the bag at any time. On this particular Friday, Steve drew the prompt, “Writer’s Block.” We had ten or fifteen minutes to write on that prompt and then share with one another what we had written.
I decided to write a Haiku. It ended up as a 5 stanza poem… each stanza a syllabic count of 5-7-5 syllables. What would you have written with the prompt “Writer’s Block”?
Let me share mine with you.
Writer’s Block can trap
You and me in wordless haze
Floating in nothing
Nothingness can hold
You and me in dilemma
Pen in hand stands still
Stillness can reveal
Treasures in the quietness
You just can’t force it
Forcefulness is great
If you adamantly feel
Thoughts begin to swirl
Swirling thoughts spin out
With contemplation and ease
The Block disappears
We had so much fun sharing our ideas on Writer’s Block that we decided to draw another prompt. This one was “Words.” We gave ourselves another ten minutes.
This time since I was on a roll with the Haiku rhythm, I wrote a 3 stanza poem. Sharing it later with my husband, Bob, he asked, “What determines if your Haiku is going to be one stanza or 3 or 5?”
“You write what you have to say,” I told him. “When you have said it, you stop. The thoughts dictate the length.”
Here’s what I wrote to the prompt, WORDS:
When words just fail me,
I sit back and dream awhile.
Dreams don’t have to speak.
When dreams are wordless,
My imagination spins –
Motivating scenes.
Let pictures emerge.
Print them on your mind and soul.
Eventually: WORDS!
These kinds of dreams come to us as writers, but they come to painters and potters and musicians as well. It’s a capacity of the human brain that needs to be cultivated.
A productive life is one that can get beyond writers block, can use words to express inner feelings, and can listen with heart to the unspoken words of those around them.
I hope you are a proponent of the kind of arts education that promotes such critical thinking. Let your curious mind fly free.
Be a wise consumer of words and thoughts and dreams! Do you have a Writers’ Group? If so, tell me about it. If not, think about forming one. It’s such fun to share your creative thoughts with others face to face, not just on WordPress.
Today was a joint birthday party for
my granddaughter, Hope,
and my great-grandson, Xander
It was a crazy busy day…
but I can’t go to bed without sharing a few photos
to let my JanBeek followers in on the fun!
It was a beautiful blue sky day (thank you, God)
and the children loved playing out in our back yard.
This little girl, Victoria, was a hoot to watch!
Her moods were many … what a cutiepie!!
She was curious about everything!
She loved riding with Xander on his new four-wheeler.
He wasn’t always too sure he always wanted her on it with him!
But he got used to it!
(Awww… what’s not to love?)
He actually needed her help to figure out how to get it to move!
Besides the four-wheeler, his other favorite thing was the cake!
But, he had trouble getting it into his mouth!
His mom was smart to take his shirt off before this mess started!
He wasn’t too keen on opening presents.
That’s his mom, Hope, on the right.
Victoria’s mom, Mary is on the left.
Xander couldn’t figure out why these things
had to have paper around them!
He liked the ones that didn’t come wrapped the best!
Like the “Build a Bear” he received
from his maternal grandparents…
Sweet!
It was a beautiful day … and everyone had a good time.
But now I’m pooped! I know why God gives kids to the young.
Time to go to bed.
Kids wear ya out, don’t they?
But, aren’t we lucky to have such a nice big yard…
and such good weather today?
Happy Birthday, Hope and Xander!
And Happy Mother’s Day all you moms out there.
See you tomorrow!
Hugs to You !!
Inspire to Love
Let the SonShine!
You inspire me to respond
Learning to Live; Living to Learn; Learning to Love; Living in Love
