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Dear Child,
Find me in the stillness of your soul, in the nature of things, their purity, their essence. Find me in the song of the day, the sounds of a new beginning, the voice of a start as pure as the essence of your soul. Dear child, find me in the time, the seconds, the hours… find me in the voice of the unknown yet to be revealed. Find me, but most of all, find yourself, for there I reside.
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A Christmas + Wish
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays Everyone
Have a happy, happy one!
Cheer and Joy dance in your heart
Merry Melodies from afar.
May this year bring you blessings
Tons of sweet things, bliss, and great things
May your heart be full of joy
And your home of many toys.
To your neighbor cheer and greet
Make much merry, full of glee
Thank the Lord for all your blessings
Give to others, enjoy sharing.
Start the year in full force
See your dreams take some form
If you are tired take a break
Rest, relax, and start again.
Happy Holidays to All! Blessings to you all and thank you for visiting, reading, and commenting here at Inkspeare.
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During the weekend, my husband and I were driving towards an antique market. The radio was playing Country music and the drive was smooth. We would comment about a few things we saw on the road, from time to time. Suddenly, I felt the urge to write. You know, that nagging command in your mind that screams loud – WRITE! I always carry a small notebook with me, just in case inspiration strikes. I have found that when this happens, if I don’t write it down at the moment, it is gone forever. I am not able to recreate it later. I listened to my muse and this is what I wrote – a poem.
Ageless Soul
To have a young soul in an old body,
Oh, what is this punishment,
but to be trapped in this decaying shell,
withering to the whims of the body
and wishing the youth of once fresh life.
Is it the punishment of creation or the wisdom of the ages?
Either or it is but and arrow that pierces the flesh and numbs the heart.
Now, don’t ask me why, I just wrote what was given to me at the moment. After I wrote it down fast, I put the notebook back in my handbag and continued the pleasant drive to the market. The muse did not show up again that day. Sometimes I wonder …
Why do we write? To inform, to tell a story, to leave a legacy for the next generation and more to come, and for many other reasons. I say that writing is therapy for the soul. The written word in a heartfelt poem is like the tear running down your cheek; it is like the cry, or the laughter, immortalized forever (that’s why you should mind what your write).
Writing provides an outlet for the creative spirit, and for any spirit, to express the deep feelings of the soul, the yearnings and the epiphanies, the dreams or the nightmares, the happiness, the sadness … The simple action of taking a pen in hand (or any writing instrument) is an act of freedom, of expression – a catalyst.
You may argue that music has the same effect, and it too, soothes the spirit and elevates your soul. But music without words is introspective. It is only thru dance and movement that it tells a story – and movement becomes word. Then it becomes the power of the written word – in a song, in a musical note that you can read.
Writing exercises the mind, and gives free range to the imagination. Fiction is a good example of this. Creeds, positive affirmations, all relate to the power of the written word. It is as old as our existence, in one form or another. It was the thing that God told Moses to do, when he gave him The Ten Commandments – a base for our society’s rules.
As writers, we hold a powerful instrument in our hands, an instrument to edify or to destroy, to bring growth, or to hinder it, to move readers (or to bore them to death) – an instrument to glorify creation. By writing we appease ourselves, we choose to enter into a world that is only ours, or to remain in reality. To write is to refuse to cease to exist – to give wings to your soul, to heal wounds, and restore the heart.
As the Holiday Season approaches, I find myself thinking about all the families that will not be able to spend this time with their loved ones who are serving their country or who have died doing so. It bothers me that the holidays are more about commercialism, frenzy shopping, than about true recognition of all the good, valuable, and great things that our soldiers, veterans, and first responders have done throughout the years, and continue doing. Yes, no one likes war, and maybe I am a silly dreamer thinking that one day, war will not exist anymore; however, the reality is that war has been fought since the beginning of times. And yes, without commerce the economy of a country goes dead; however, there is a time under the sun for everything. One line from an old holiday movie stuck with me – “We give them our sons, and they bring us back their stuff.” (A Christmas Visitor). Powerful words, and that is how many families feel during this time.
I had written this poem sometime ago, and as I prepare myself to receive the Holiday Season and give thanks for all the blessings in my life – which are many, I want to honor all those who served our country and who serve today. So here is this humble poem as my gift to you, but knowing that you deserve so much more from me and everyone else.
To an American Soldier
I have the sand for a bed
The night sky for a lullaby
Days become long
Night becomes day.
Heart loves the nation
Mind thinks of home
Body stays focus
Soul knows the most.
Of family and friends,
Of holidays home,
Of freedom and price
My dreams have become.
When everything quiets
Images go flying
The Patriot loves Country,
The man loves a family.
The heart aches for Country,
Family and friends,
The soul screams for Freedom,
A price here to pay.
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Today, I dedicate this post to Picture a Poem – Connetta. If you love poetry this is one awesome WordPress blog, as you will find it a treat. When you visit Picture a Poem, you are welcomed with a beautiful picture and a poem that corresponds to it, so not only do you get the story visually, but in beautiful and inspiring words as well.
I love this blog because it actually stimulates my senses and serves as therapy to me – I enjoy the visual part of it, the glorious scenery and creative pictures, but I am also touched by its poetry. Connetta’s blog relaxes me and gives me a sense of peace and delight. Its style is refreshing, serene, and simple. I love the way the blog is organized, the colors, graphics, and the way you navigate through it. If you ever need to get inspired and delight your senses, head out to Conetta’s blog and you will emerge not only inspired but refreshed.
If you like poetry, you will like Picture a Poem and even if you are not a fan of poetry, you will enjoy the visual aspect and simplicity of it. This one is a winner in my book.
“He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.” – Much Ado About Nothing
Love it! Our bells ring of love, hate, joy, sadness, passion, hurt, envy, anger, awe, spirit … What ever melody we play inside, notes play on the outside. Might as well become instruments for good, praise, and the highest Love. In the end, the music we send out vibrates back to us.
The snow inspired me today, so I decided to write a few verses.
White blanket of dreams,
one by one falling.
Covering my Universe,
Hearts of many, minds of few.
Ice age in frozen time,
one by one dreams are falling
as snowflakes unique
white blanket of dreams.
If I ever wake up from dreamland that’s thawed,
flowers of ice would grow amongst us.
One by one dreams are falling,
Petals of ice, frozen desires.
Hope you enjoyed my attempt at poetry 🙂
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Have you ever read something and felt alive, inspired? Have you listen to music that has captured your soul, and touch every fiber of your heart? Read a poem or looked at a painting that transported you to unexplained heights? All these are examples of creations. We are human, but also spiritual, and the need to create is embedded in us; it is our spiritual nature. We give to others thru our creativity, we create to inspire, to please, to entertain, to love …
My spiritual path has been one of investigation and of finding the divine thru a non traditional approach. In order to find true spirituality, I had to put aside everything that I have learned about it, and start fresh, with the intention of finding my true spiritual path. It has not been easy, it still is not; I keep learning every day.
We all have a purpose, it is up to us to find it. However, there is creativity on each one of us. Divinely inspired I have learned that creation is like water, it gives life; it is the fountain of the spirit – the myrrh of the soul, the soul’s path to spiritual closeness. It is contentment and happiness for our souls, and we can find it by being happy where we are, by listening, and be perceptive to our spiritual awareness. When we feel happy where we are and we make happiness an internal issue, separate from outside circumstances, we are receptive to the divine and we fuel the creative forces within our soul. This is how we give to others and we bless our surroundings with our soul’s creations. By giving back we thank the Great Creator.
And how would a Creator see its creation? How do we feel when we create something that we are so proud of? In the eyes of God all his children are good, in the eyes of the man, the children are limited by the limits they establish themselves. To God, there are no limits, and his children are precious – more precious than the treasures of the Universe. When we give back through creation, we are acting thru the same love that made us.
Here is an image to inspire you to write a story, a poem, or whatever you’d like. Sometimes, looking at a picture is just what it takes. The following is today’s inspirational picture and a short sample of poetry I just wrote while looking at it for this post.
Blue moon of silver made
shining thru the popcorn sky
take my heart and breath away
my desires bring to life.
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