Creative Writing Saturday

ONE MORNING

One morning
we will wake up
and forget to build
that wall we’ve been building,
the one between us
the one we’ve been building
for years, perhaps
out of some sense
of right and boundary,
perhaps out of habit.

One morning
we will wake up
and let our empty hands
hang empty at our sides.
Perhaps they will rise,
as empty things
sometimes do
when blown
by the wind.
Perhaps they simply
will not remember
how to grasp, how to rage.

We will wake up
that morning
and we will have
misplaced all our theories
about why and how
and who did what
to whom, we will have mislaid
all our timelines
of when and plans of what
and we will not scramble
to write the plans and theories anew.

On that morning,
not much else
will have changed.
Whatever is blooming
will still be in bloom.
Whatever is wilting
will wilt. There will be fields
to plow and trains
to load and children
to feed and work to do.
And in every moment,
in every action, we will
feel the urge to say thank you,
we will follow the urge to bow.

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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Quote Tuesday

“Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen… yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.” ~ Bradley Whitford

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Creative Writing Saturday

Today, I post something near and dear to my heart. My oldest daughter wrote this piece over 15 years ago. Even when she was younger, she loved to write and it came easy to her. Ideas, words and visions filled her mind and compelled her to write them down. Although she is now a grown mother of two, writing is still her passion. I came across this piece that she wrote all those years ago. I’ve always loved it for its wisdom, creativity, open-heartedness, sense of play and hope. Perhaps, you’ll enjoy it too.

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My Satchel

Some see “particles of water suspended in air,” but I see a circus. Big, fluffy elephants with costumed characters upon their backs frolic through an airy world. The bellow of an airplane becomes the roar of a lion before he glides over a fiery ring. Licking his paws after he accomplishes his feat, a sigh of applause is his just reward. My mouth waters as I see the blue bundles of cotton candy floating on the horizon, too far away to touch, but close enough to smell. I have found ETERNAL YOUTH in the sky, and I place it in my satchel.

Some see a withering rose, but I see a wise old woman. She’s seen things that I’ve never seen. She’s heard things that I’ve never heard. She’s got stories to tell. Whispers of the velvety caress of love and the thorny vengeance of hate, tickle my ears. I hear her, and I am excited, and I am scared. Her silence also speaks. It speaks of old age, and unfulfilled dreams, and missed opportunities; it speaks of forgotten friends, and faded memories, and fallen hopes. She is wise, this old Rose, and I learn from her. She teaches me to keep dreaming and wanting and hoping and loving, so that I, too, will not become a withering, wrinkling, crinkling rose. I have found WISDOM in the rose, and I place it in my satchel.

Some see a vagrant, a “dragrat,” or a bum, but I see a book. Two solid arms embracing the treasured feelings within, sit next to me in the Library of Life. A tattered cover, worn pages, and an unappealing title do not deter me, but only set my interest afire. I read stories of love, adventure, and mystery. By opening the book, I have found OPEN-MINDEDNESS, and I place it in my satchel.

So whenever I am afraid, lonely,or lost, I reach into my satchel and find my strength. The satchel is in my heart, my soul, and my mind, and when I am too weak to carry it, its bigness carries me.

I’ve got all sorts of stories in my satchel, and it makes me big. I can find the good in everything, and make it a part of me. ~ Brea Cola

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Daily Om Thursday

Apple blossoms

Apple blossoms (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bloom Where You Are Planted:
Now Is The Time

The time to blossom is now, not sometime in the future when you believe the stars will be aligned for you.

Having a vision for our future that differs from our current circumstances can be inspiring and exciting, but it can also keep us from fully committing to our present placement. We may become aware that this is happening when we notice our thoughts about the future distracting us from our participation in the moment. We may find upon searching our hearts that we are waiting for some future time or situation in order to self-actualize. This would be like a flower planted in North Dakota putting off blooming because it would prefer to do so in Illinois.

There are no guarantees in this life, so when we hold back we do so at the risk of never fully blossoming. This present moment always offers us the ground in which we can take root and open our hearts now. What this means is that we live fully, wherever we are, not hesitating because conditions are not perfect, or we might end up moving, or we haven’t found our life partner. This can be scary, because we might feel that we are giving up our cherished dreams if we do not agree to wait for them. But this notion that we have to hold back our life force now in order to find happiness later doesn’t really make sense. What might really be happening is that we are afraid to embrace this moment, and ourselves, just exactly as we are right now. This constitutes a tendency to hold back from fully loving ourselves, as we are, where we are.

We have a habit of presenting life with a set of conditions—ifs and whens that must be fulfilled before we will say yes to the gift of our lives. Now is the time for each of us to bloom where we are planted, overriding our tendency to hold back. Now is the time to say yes, to be brave and commit fully to ourselves, because until we do no one else will. Now is the time to be vulnerable, unfolding delicately yet fully into the space in which we find ourselves. ~ Madyson Taylor, Daily Om

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This post is easy. The Daily Om article states it all in a neat little package. Tomorrow, when the time is right, and I can’t right now because ___________ (fill in the blank), are all excuses that we tell ourselves to avoid living our best lives, in the present moment. Although we know the truth, we kid ourselves into believing that this life is infinite. We place all of our dreams, hopes and desires, in a beautiful, embossed box, where they will be safe — until tomorrow. On a daily basis, we save the “good” china and silverware for special occasions, and we relegate that “little black dress” and sexy lingerie to the back of our closets and drawers, waiting for the “right” moment. Our hearts are swollen with all the words and sentiments that we wish to convey to our loved ones, at the “right” time. Well, I was recently reminded by the death of a high school classmate, that tomorrow may never come, and the “right” time is at this very moment.

There is no “one-size-fits-all” reason to explain our propensity for procrastination. It could arise from a variety of emotions and beliefs, but in reality, none of that matters. It’s all about letting go of all that is keeping us from our hopes and dreams. By doing so, we free ourselves from an uncertain future and consciously embrace the way that we really choose to live our lives.

As I write this, it reminds me of a poem that I read about letting go. (It touched me so much that I added it to my website as one of my favorite poems.) In addition to addressing the issue of letting go, it recounts many of the reasons we use to justify clinging to the status-quo. Although the poem refers to the female gender, it applies to every man and woman who is waiting for the elusive “right” moment to present itself before realizing their dreams. Read it, heed it, and go ahead — allow your life to blossom, beyond your wildest dreams, because the “right” moment is now.

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She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
~ Rev. Safire Rose

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