A Lesson in Conceptualization: Steve Jobs 1955-2011

"Efforts to conceptualize the history and structure of the universe were already running into trouble because . . . the universe was not as uniform as had been assumed" ~John Noble Wilford

This ability

of Steve Jobs

to conceptualize

yet more than that

to create from a point defined

in abstract

brought to life

in a practical solution

unwasted

useable

life-altering

something to covet

technology in the palm of your hand

one for the books

another to entertain

three for the money

all in amazing connection

from stars to glory

trailing bytes

transforming dots

willingly giving a place

to the ever inventive

"i"

as a miracle

portrayed from efforts of many great minds

thinking alike

yet differently

being motivated by an unusual visionary

mindful of genius

teaching us all in the end

of dreams coming true

changing how we communicate

think

create

write

all within a lesson

formed from an "i"

to conceptualization.

Thank you, Steve Jobs.

We will remember.

***

*photo credit: http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/technology/2011/10/06/steve-jobs-dead-pioneering-apple-founder-dies-aged-56-115875-23470343/

**note: I posted this at dVerse~ poets pub which is an amazing place to be captivated by other poets. Go ahead, read what they're sharing or join in!

Let's Talk Tech: Feed 101 (Guest Post)

I feel a connection/sparked by a glance/your eyes/I want to talk to you/know you/but we are strangers/i look different/same within we remain

#micropoetry by me, Julie.

Today, I'm happy to bring you a guest post from my online friend, Rainy. How you can find out more about her is at the bottom of this post. Please take a minute to visit her, say "hi" and thank her for her ideas.
After all, relax, read up and let's talk tech!

Feed 101

Feed is a service which allows a blog author to easily notify about blog updates. It is sometimes collectively called “RSS” or “Atom”, but that is mistaken. Those are actually different types of feed services. Regardless of what type of feed you use, the end result is the same.

People can subscribe to feed in numerous ways. They might use a service like Google Reader, which centralizes all their subscriptions online. Or they might use their smart phone, or even software which supports it, such as some e-mail clients.

Feed is also handy for syndicating. For example, the famous Technorati website utilizes blog feed to keep profiles updated. The popular Blogspot blog roll which shows the latest blog posts of links in its list also relies on feed. In fact, feed is working in the background more often than you might realize.

If you'd like to use feed to keep up on your favorite blogs, first decide what service you would like to use. Google Reader is a great place to start. Next, visit the blogs you wish to follow and look for their “Feed”, “RSS” or “Atom” option. The button usually has a “broadcasting” symbol. Copy that link into your reader and save it. Now you can visit the reader to see all the new blog posts for each blog you added, instead of visiting each website individually or flooding your inbox with newsletters.

If you'd like to add a feed option to your website, don't worry—it's easy! Most blog software has it built in. For example, at the bottom of a Blogspot blog, you will usually see a link that says “Subscribe to posts”. That's the feed. If you use Wordpress, the feed can usually be found by visiting www.yourdomain.com/feed/.

You can also use a free service like Feedburner. Just burn your feed once and follow the directions. You will not need to burn the feed with every update. Only once is necessary.

There is a few disadvantages with using feed. Most feed services do not have a counter of any kind, so there's no way of knowing exactly how many people are subscribed. Feedburner does count, but it's better to consider it to be approximate and not exact.

Also, just because you offer Feedburner doesn't mean everyone is using it. People who know how blog software works may opt to not use Feedburner and instead use the built-in one, which won't register anywhere. So, as with most things, it's probably better to rely on your hits counter than trying to track how many people are subscribed.

That aside, feed is an awesome service which makes life as both a blog author and blog reader much easier.

Do you use feed to follow blogs? What service do you use?


***When Rainy Kaye isn't plotting world domination, she enjoys coaching others about it on her blog http://www.rainyofthedark.com.
She also likes fluffy kittens.




**Credit: Thanks to Find a Kitten for this image.

Poem: Within Pain

Thinking back
when you feel pain
it hurts
highly affected
hard to believe
how it hurts so much
Answers may not be visible
meds may not be correct
turn your world around
keep finding a way past the pain
Don't give up
Look and see
someone is reaching out
to wish you comfort
as you have waited
find a dream
feel solace
know that friends care
find within hearts
love
that may ease some
pain
Remain hopeful.

D9: #Novelpi ~ The space between thoughts...

I need space to think at times. There are so many things to do or to say so I need to feel like I can. I’m tired yet wide awake. I’m not sure where that fits in this grand scheme of my plans. I feel selfish when I feel like this. I feel frustration and sadness too. It hurts when I am angry and I don’t mean to hurt anyone ever, at all.

I love you but then I’m not sure if I really can enough. I need you yet I want my space. What is this all supposed to mean? This is a process of figuring out that at times you have to do what’s best even if you feel differently. Yet, navigating this can be so hard. I’ll find a way to understand you without judgement and this might help. I’m sorry is the simplest way to say it but it is also really hard. I want to quit at times but that really isn’t an option because it would lead to different problems and a whole set of others too. Instead, I look inward and dare to wish forward. In the end, it all changes and comes to a finish line which is hard to determine.

***
For #Novelpi, word count: 254 ~ Still writing and still learning!

D8: #Novelpi ~ A Flower

I crept down the moonlit path. I didn't look too far ahead or to the sides. All around the thick air I could feel the immensity in waves of destruction. This feeling I could not shake even if I wasn't sure it was true. I dared not look around. I kept moving.Through all of this effort, a thought raged inside, to keep me focused toward the relief I needed to come. This was most important.

A massive feeling of doom threatened to overtake my heart but I managed to stave this ominous feeling by taking a minute to find a flower. I bent down to look at it closely. It was small, barely visible in the dust. Yet it peeked through the dirt in its purple and white brightness. It brought a smile to my lips as I realized that those colors were my school colors. I reveled in the memories of meeting the creature at this moment. I didn’t know why but it was happening in my memory now and I felt so relieved instead of the anxiety that a moment before had been upon me.

Looking forward enhanced the beauty of the experience and that’s when I had seen the flower. Yet looking back in the windows of memory had helped control my frustration that a critical moment like this with so much destruction had delivered. This had been my whole world but now it was no longer. My memory windows would have to work harder to replace this scene set before me. I closed my eyes for minute to think. I didn’t pick the flower. I left it there and I hope that it will bring hope to the next eyes who might see it. I hope they look and find it visibly there. I felt it would bring them the same hope that it did for me. This image in my mind felt wonderful.
***

For #Novelpi, word count: 283 ~ I'm still hanging on and processing many thoughts.

D7: #Novelpi ~ Favorite Music: Matchbox20 & Rob Thomas

Anyone else fans of Matchbox20 and/or Rob Thomas?

I am! Here's one of his performances of Cradlesong at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta, GA, on September 30, 2009.

Also, a superb Matchbox20 song. Bright Lights performed LIVE for Hard Rock Orlando.

Since I love an excuse to write, talk, research, listen to or learn about this band, I signed up to write articles for a fan site called Matchbox20Plus. Right now, you can vote for them as "Best Fan Site." I'm enjoying writing for this site! I'll continue to improve and I appreciate their patience with me as I learn the ropes.

For #Novelpi today, I did do better about getting down to the business of writing although my word count of 426 felt low, I'm still meeting my goal. I signed up for a goal of 250 words per day but personally I'm aiming for 500 words per day.

Last but not least, here's my poem about Rob Thomas as a singer:


This is for you, Rob


Wait - be prepared

to stop exactly on the spot

where I am

as the music starts

identify

Rob's strong voice

already listening

I start to feel

elevated ~


Then again as I watch

Rob's performance

I'm reminded from

lines on his face

'bright lights' in his eyes

it's his ever-pounding heart

what's inside his blood

escaping from his soul

as he shares fragments

of himself

proving how much

this element called music

means to him in his life

willingly sharing

this kind fervor

with his fans

allowing them to feel

his elation ~


Realizing

after all those

long days

always

it's the fans

giving you

time

to keep creating

what you love

most.

Thanks for the music

and here's to even more!

***

D6: #Novelpi ~ Poem: Clarity

Find a way to fight past the confusion
leave behind
old suitcases
battered shoes
from streets of tiny rocks
combining to make a pathway
to finding treasures of the soul
wasting away
words that meet us in the middle of our minds
until a picture is formed from their image
stolen secrets of time
faded deep inside our memories
as a beaten drum
returning a constant beat
glorifying a dedication
to return to who one might long to be
finding time
capturing lines
in flight of fancy
concluding slowly and spreading out
to meet the wind
as the shadows roll in
looking for a way to join
the blue skies
in traveling away from cluttered thoughts
to remain in clarity.
***


I enjoyed the process in my mind as this poem took shape. I may be biased but I'm happy with the way it turned out.

For #novelpi today, I felt as if I put off my writing time and then barely squeaked out 428 words. I didn't like the way that felt. I had started to feel better about being regular in my writing even if my word count is low I'm happy when I don't procrastinate. I'm looking forward to doing better!

D5: #Novelpi - Poem: Neglectful Me

Days as this

tend to feel

wasted

as time is erased

during neglectful moments

exasperated

with a realization

Is this who I am?

Unmastered

unqualified

unmotivated

harnessing consequences

of unfortunate situations

piled up

ever widening paths

meant to be straighter

easier to navigate

finding empowerment.

Instead, haunting peace

entrapping negativity

beginning to believe

this is a way days are meant to be

testing

until comprehension

boils inside us

where the very sense

of change

of hope

of love

of fulfillment

might enchantingly exist

finding residence within minds

once neglected.

***

That's the poem that came out of this unfortunate frustration since I didn't get my writing done as I had wanted. As far as #novelpi goes for today, I neglected to complete my word count task coming in way under 100 words for the day. So, this is strike one & hopefully my last.

If I may, use my freeze ray to stop my disregard and start over tomorrow.

Enjoy a clip from the movie Despicable Me:

Freeze Ray~"I'm havin' a bad, bad day..."

Also, I decided to share this poem for the first time on dverse poets pub ~ Be sure to read all of the talented poets already posting there or feel free to share your own poem if you'd like.

D4: #Novelpi ~ Poem: All I Can Do

It hardly seems fair
that I can't be true to myself.
I don't measure up
to expectations or standards
placed before me.

I would like to be
loyal
honest
but it always seems cut short
painfully aware
that I'm not.

All I can do
if I even know what to do
is to believe
is to live
as I know truth.

My perceptions are all quite skewed
I've created this reality
I need to belong to it.

Once again, I realize
it hardly seems fair
confusing even
that I just can't be who
I really might be.

***


#Novelpi's Word count for today: 704, 6:41 p.m. Central.

I'm still writing away and it has been helping me feel happy to make this time for myself to write and purge the thoughts from my mind. I'm not necessarily structured or focused yet so I'm writing on various topics. Writing has always been cathartic for me and I sense the way it moves me inside. Basically, my thoughts keep swimming and evolving in my mind where I personally enjoy feeling them dwell. Most of all, I need to write and share them with you. Thanks for indulging me!

As I've thought about this writing process today, it reminds me of this video from Rob Thomas, who is my favorite singer & songwriter, where he talks about what songwriting feels like for him. I love what concepts and insight he shares in the video about writing in general and it has stayed within my mind. I even think it has helped me feel motivation to continue writing many times. Maybe you'll gain something from what he is saying also.

D3: #Novelpi ~ Today was a Notebook day!

Day 3 of #Novelpi was a notebook day. I ended up needing to use my trusty pen and paper to come up with some notes and thoughts for a miniature word count of 320. I am glad to be recording and putting my ideas down on paper though!

I've been working on practicing writing some health articles so here are a few thoughts from my notes:

Have uplifting thoughts about my body and realize it as a miracle!

Remember to stay active for inactivity brings weakness.

As I am healthy in my eating habits, my family will benefit from naturally gaining a desire to maintain their health as well.

Many times, we know what we need to do to maintain our health but it is hard to do alone. Often, it really benefits to receive help from others but before they would know to help us we need to simply ask them.

My friend, Delores, told me her daily affirmation and I like it so I'll share it with you:

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What are you going to do with it?

D2: #Novelpi ~ Making Progress

During Day 2 of this challenge with Novel Push Initiative, I felt a complete rush of wanting to write and create. I wish I could have spent a lot more time writing. So my word count today isn't bad at 1041.

Here's a couple of excerpts from my writing today:

First, Colby's story is starting to really take shape:

Red feathers swirled around slightly turning pink and making Colby feel sick to his stomach. Each day wasn’t easy transforming from cardinal to himself again but he understood now without question the importance of doing so. It was vital to be able to communicate with the Cardinals and their world. Colby sensed that it would make a difference, in time. His patience crept along slowly like mud waiting for more water to be able to move along faster.
“In time,” he thought, “our world would be renewed and vivid again as in the tales of old.”
How Colby longed for this change to actually happen even though his faith dwindled that he would live to see this time happen. For now, it was a nice dream.

***
Second, I recently joined SparkPeople again in an effort to maintain my healthy living. I wrote a blog there about my first bike race if you'd care to read it!

A Comfortable Poem

Comfortable

gathering by the side of a stream

silently sitting there

together

side by side

As the rush of water

tucks emotions into corners of our minds

hoping to wash away

the bleak

empty restless spaces

our mind forms at times

from the sullen and the free

Will you comprehend me?

Most importantly

triumphantly

we were meant to be

friends

as comfortable as can be.



*written for #Novelpi (Novel Push Initiative) Day 1: 607 word count. Check out 5-rings for more information on NPI. I'm participating in this challenge for the next two months and so I plan to update you on my progress hoping you'll enjoy any of my writing tidbits that will come out of this. Thanks for reading!

From Barbie to Rapunzel: Persona Poetry (thoughts from #poetparty)

Imagine, if you will, what would a conversation be like between Barbie(tm) and Rapunzel? It might be interesting, right?!? Well, from the place of your own imaginings of that conversation gives a little insight into what I'd like to share with you today.

On Sundays, I look forward to the twitter chat called #poetparty. As I have followed this chat, I have learned so many ideas, thoughts, and basic knowledge on poetry. I also feel that I catch a unique glimpse into the minds of poets. Not only has it strengthened my desire to write poetry but also wamt to learn poetic forms and to read more poetry as well. Of course, it helps with my love affair with words too. I can't help but be inspired!

This past Sunday, June 12th, the #poetparty chat was on Persona Poetry. When I first heard about this topic, I realized I didn't understand the full meaning of what they meant by this term. Call me old-fashioned but I first consulted my rare 1980 Edition Funk & Wangnalls Desk Dictionary, which is one of my favorite dictionaries, where persona is defined as

A character in a drama, novel, etc... [L, person]

After this, I asked people around me, i.e., my husband & oldest daughter, for their insight into what they thought persona poetry might be which became a nice discussion on the idea that it would mean for poetry to be considered reflective and who would be characterized as the voice of the poem.

Next, I searched Google, as most do nowadays and found this description:

The speaker or voice of a literary work, or in plainer words, "who's doing the talking."

I enjoyed his idea of how it is applied to the poem in a nuetral sense.

Another basic idea of persona poetry is not to confuse the narrator or speaker of the poem with the author. For this type of poetry, the poet is imagining what it would be like to write a poem as someone or something else. Many examples were given such as writing in the form of a film/movie character, pop culture character, natural elements like flowers, trees, etc... There are many types of 'persona's' that a poem can be written in. The consensus was that quality mattered with this type of poetry. If a persona poem is well done that it is worthwhile to enjoyably be read.

One of the examples brought to light right away in the discussion was a poem being written in Barbie's voice. This caught my eye and I thought it was funny because to me Barbie is more than a doll, she's a character that I created in my mind when I played with her as a young girl. For hours, I used to play Barbie dolls making elaborate story lines all with set and costume design included. In my mind, Barbie can be anything she wanted to be which was usually right where I wanted to escape to in my young mind. So, for me she's not silly, or unintelligent but rather quite the opposite of that. So, honestly, I don't have a problem with Barbie being written into a persona poem. I am among the minor in this category, dare I admit this though, but I feel I can find value even in the most unexpected people or places. Key point is if I'm being willing to learn, for myself at least from them, anyway.

I wrote a prose piece from the mind of Barbie which I'll share with you here:

From the mind of this girl, I feel alive. She makes me live within her. I am somebody. It's not about how I look or what she even dresses me in. It's about the moments that she makes me feel successful. I am not just her doll but her dreams. I feel a connection each time she opens her closet where I exist and she lets me live. I feel real. I need to talk with her to let her know what she's brought into my life. I feel her communicating with me. I say the words that she longs to tell anyone who would listen. I am listening. I love her ideas on something special. I can't deny that I'd miss her if she ever went away. Most girls her age, no longer care for me or even have time to play with me anymore. She hides from the world to do so because her love is so great for our story line. I've been living her movie. I wouldn't trade it for another realm. I see from her mind what she could be. I am what she is afraid of - perhaps that is even being famous. Her definition of success is actually quite simple which makes it lovely. I love her kind heart and this make-believe world we live together. In time, I know it will end. Perhaps, it will be time to grow up and I hope she'll have the opportunity that came in her dreams. If I can let her feel, even briefly, that those dreams can be real I've done what I hoped to as her doll. Most of all, I want her to feel free to dream. In one day, she can really do all that we have had so much fun pretending. What she doesn't realize now, is how soon she'll grow up. It isn't far away. In her mind, I know we'll always be friends because her imagination holds her deepest desires and hopes. This means a lot. It is something I know she won't give up. I know in the way she treats me, holds me, dresses me. I am well-cared for so others in her life will be too. I am glad to have this glimpse into this girls heart. I am happy that she treats me as her friend. I like the characterization that she evolved for me. I will be the part of her memory that she may turn to when times become rough. I've been here for her. She knows this and in this way - the beauty is all of ours to share. Stay with your dreams - dear girl!

***
Another persona piece that I realized that I had written was a square dance motif that I wrote as a book review for Rapunzel's Revenge by Shannon Hale. See what you think here. I'm biased but I rather liked how it turned out. Aren't you curious now? ;)

Now, there's a little insight into persona poetry. I've realized now that I like it and want to write more besides I think I have used persona poetry more than I realized in the past. Let me know what you're thinking about it or share one of your favorite persona poems in the comments. Thanks!

NaPoWriMo #30: Epic Evanesce

Mysteries unfold
unraveling shadows
of dark mixed with light
creating a shadow
in my thoughts
concerning me
to ponder

Why you're coming back again
frightening me since I know
you never left my heart
I don't want to hurt
the way I did once
when you cast your fiery darts
my way

I need to find peace
without you
this is not the mystery
I expected
cast into the shadows
of my life
wondering what happened
in this unfortunate realm

Abounding weakness of my soul
not feeling courage
to conquer
or escape
love only deepens
a penetrating wall
meant to withstand
letting you in again

Find stillness
mimic peace
remarkable journey
trying to come away
but only realizing
how near I am to
complete devastation
ruin or chaos
because my heart won't forget
how you empower me
by continuing the beauty
held within your words

My memory beckons
as it has recorded
long since felt you near
as it never forgets
how to internally
shed a tear
contemplate
reverberate
reverence the fact
that I have the issues
you never did

I want to heal
when it hasn't been an option
for me
you feel whole
I feel broken
where I fool myself
into believing
upon the waters
I won't be swayed
rocking silently
into a watery grave

Breaking down
melting away emotion
long overdue to be
overcome by powers
yet to seek
discovered
in our tender friendship
relations joined through
knowledge alone
an evanesce of minds
power unconceded
form a tiny throne

A Kingdom

Our castle in the sky.

NaPoWriMo #29: Imperfect Rain

I thought we were
in a place
where if you or I
told our true feelings
we could feel the difference
even if we felt offense

We could forgive-
move forward
to remain friends

But the rain came
and it could not
wash away the pain
guilt or sadness

I wish
the rain could heal
just like the earth smells
so clean
right after rain

Then we could start
over
begin again
bathed in our imperfections
and be blessed by

LOVE

again and forever.

NaPoWriMo #28: An Ode to Joan of Arc

In the darkness
the stars sat still
amongst the sky

A horse adjusted his footing
breathing out
slightly whinged
Faintly
in the stillness
A soldier
had his head buried
between his legs
sobbing

An altered life
his would be forever
As his Captain
Sweet Captain
was killed

Never in his life
had he been inspired
as much as he had
when she would speak

He could hear her now
as a voice of thunder
in his mind
Rumbling
inside of him
He felt sick
He questioned everything
He trusted no one

Where would his life lead him now?

What would happen to her brilliant army?

Couldn't they see how courageous all of his fellow soldiers had been in the face of such devastating cruelty and war?

The fight needed to be fought
but was the price too high?

His questions
His thoughts
of her

What she did
would not stop
He felt his soul
had changed

He had to do what he could
to remember her now
because they would not

This would not be an easy task
as so many
felt she was evil now
but he knew
which gave his heart
a moment of peace
that the tale
of the great

Joan of Arc

would have to be told!





*More info. & photo found at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc

NaPoWriMo #27: Light

Light...

Only you-

Only me-

Wherein you have released light within me

Only you

will get it back

Only you

can immerge from the foundation

Failure to see

Failure to listen

Only love whoever I am

Do not accept as readily as you imply

Have you become intolerant of me?

Even so much that it hurts

Although there is still light in me

You will never see it

I have no choice

I sense this loss

responding only by having to move on

beyond your shadow

creeping up along

out of the night

finding a way

through to embrace my own soul again

to know

to learn the lucid secrets of the light

Only you

will not notice

as I rekindle again

essentially fire

resilient as ever before

because one truth remains

I am

Only me.

NaPoWriMo #26: Short & Sweet

It is a big hill.

One should climb to the top.

Sit here.

Be still.

Remember and love.

Cherish and remind.

Hold on.

Don’t fall down or I’ll have to come tumbling after.

NaPoWriMo #25: Her Flower Garden

Tiny droplets clung to the window
for a small second
then raced down unevenly
The rain felt comforting
Look at the crimson flowers
in her garden

Smiling
they would finally be watered
without her assistance
It had been a long series of events
that placed her in her new living arrangements
her miniature flower garden
had been one of those things
to do for her to make her feel like
she had a place here

Filling to the brim with
Wildflowers-
Lilies -
Roses-
Daisies-
Among her favorites
were her distinguished
and prized
Orchids

All these flowers combined
to create a spiritual
evolution
of beauty
intensified by each flower
simply magnified
and resilient
although these conditions
seemed harsh and unrealistic
which might make them fragile

Instead they grew
resisting opposing forces
and finding their own magical force
growing through cracks in sidewalks
or up from the rocky soil
and even lining the fencing
white pickets and all
forming a new way
making a mixed-up garden
seem complete
with even the tiniest of flowers
peeking through the edges of
larger flowers

This garden may only last
for a rare season
but for her
with death fast approaching
it was her season
to make them live
so that something would make her feel alive
and find a way to grow
in the toughest of circumstance

If anything else
would be so pleasant
the lingering scent
and floral beauty
would capture her heart
helping her soar to the heavens
where she would no longer want for a garden
as there it would be eternal
always appreciating
how much effort and work it may take now
to make her garden whole
lively
ever-blooming
before the sun dried up
each flower
crumpled to a new discovery
a rare complexion
of vintage proportions
found in a new way of looking
at what beauty means through
the form of a withered flower

So many lessons to learn
places to go
but her garden
was her solitude
after a life well-lived
this was her final resting place
or at least she hoped
for one friend
to plant flowers
upon her graven bed
Then even in death
she would smell the lingering scent
all the while
imagining the image
of how the flower looked like
from her perspective

To her, this simple garden
meant eternity...

NaPoWriMo #24: One Wish for Getting Old

Using writing prompt: Write about how getting old is hard and tough...

When I am old and worn,
and there are days I cannot move as I once did.
I am hopeful,
I will still remember all the things I ever loved,
all of the activities I loved to do.
I'll do only what I'm able now
thinking as I always did of my
shining love for others.
I may not be able to do
what I'm used to doing which will bring
frustration.
I believe
my glorious spirit will be still the same.
I'll long for youth that I did not keep
myself so busy that I did not reach out to others.
Perhaps, I'll feel regret.
I worry that
you will look upon me differently.
I may become a stranger.
Please look real hard and deep inside
you may feel my presence within.
Most of all, don't forget me,
don't neglect my spirit
somewhere deep inside, it has
one wish
which will be all I'll ask of you,
my dear young man...
Bring me His precious Sacrament
of my Savior, Lord and King.


Have a very Happy Easter!

NaPoWriMo #23: Time and Space

Mystical space

vast and open

creeps upon the shadow of free time

tells us of eternity.

Yet, when people achieve an opportunity to fly

into the universe, we call Space

they do not feel alone.



Time is perchance, an illusion

although we follow it

we live by it

to the fact that it can control,

even run, our lives.

And yet in our moments of time

here on earth,

we can feel ever so alone.

NaPoWriMo #22: Choose to Love

I sometimes feel like I am a no-one.
As if it is easier to loose my friendship
than to gain it or desire to keep it.

Just walk away
She's not worth it anymore
She doesn't deserve my love

As if love is something that you can change,
give up,
or have conditions upon.

What is a real friend anyway?
Who is this?
Don't we all get hurt?
What is she to you?

Can't everyone feel
lost
lonely
confused
at any given moment.

In the end,
after losing my friend,
I can only hope
that I am not the monster
others may see
but I know who I am,
who I want to be,
even if it's buried deep within me.

Today, I may feel like I am a no-one.
Tomorrow, I will still
choose to love.

NaPoWriMo #21: Evoke

Diversity is needed to

teach us tolerance.

Can we love and not hate?

Can we see without blindness?


Evoke, our feelings -

Difference

makes life fun

Interesting.

NaPoWriMo #20: Control

Even though many do not
I must conrol my temper
somehow
some way
since it takes energy away
I don't want to let go of
I'd rather feel I could start
all over again

Control

It seems simple
It's one of the hardest things
especially when you feel so much
Is this normal?
It seems so random
bits of small frustrations
makes for so many complications

Control

Can it be done?
Reach a point of self-mastery
I've seen it in others
not in myself
It's a struggle
until the end

Control

How much do we really have in this world?
Only sets of experiences
basic obervance
tells us of other choices
affecting us
repeat circumstances
always come to happen
often it feels like
déjà-vu

Control

I want it to be part of my heart
yet utterly it feels like chaos
choices apprehend
driving madness
forcing defeat
in some small way
regaining courage
to keep trying
maintaining a foot hold
on part of the path

Control

the intuition of the heart serves
as a healing stone
a helping aid
some semblance of control
revisited through a mechanism
finally
partly being tamed.

NaPoWriMo #19: Coffee Shops

It seems ridiculous that I like coffee shops
when I don't even drink coffee!
But it's true!

I like the smell of coffee
I enjoy the fact that I always
dream up something to write
while I'm in the shop.

I enjoy saying "Hi"
to people who might be there
catching a tiny thread of a conversation
echoing a glimpse of their reality
Or observing someone sitting quietly
I feel relaxed.

I do enjoy a good cup of hot chocolate
Or an icy Italian soda
even a bottle of water
they don't even mind-
"May I interest you in a cookie or desert?"
"Perhaps this one time."

Smiling ~
looking for the familiar faces
of my writing group
always a chance to learn
and join in the fun
as you read where their writing takes you
all within the bounds
of the coffee shop.

After all, it doesn't seem so silly now-
Instead, it feels a part of my nonsensical
authentic
writing life.

NaPoWriMo #18: Release

If only
I felt comfort enough
so I could release
all my innermost
wants
desires
needs
through poetic words
that I love so much
so deeply
pain
released in ease
of conversational poems
reclose in grief
Still needing closure
I need to come free
although undone
I feel better
after a few rounds of words
poetically spoken
in want or desperation
Still, I ache for more.

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry.

~Gaston Bachelard (1884–1962), French scientist, philosopher, literary theorist. "A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books," Fragments of a Poetics of Fire (1988, trans. 1990).

NaPoWriMo #17: Pictures of You

Pictures of you

are in my head

beautiful

priceless

exisiting

as a memory born

for all time

never to be forgotten

always

to be recalled

as if by magic.

***

Beautiful inspiration:

Pictures of You by The Cure - Live in Wembley Arena in '91

"Love, by reason of its passion, destroys the in-between which relates us to and separates us from others. As long as its spell lasts, the only in-between which can insert itself between two lovers is the child, love's own product. The child, this in-between to which the lovers now are related and which they hold in common, is representative of the world in that it also separates them; it is an indication that they will insert a new world into the existing world. Through the child, it is as though the lovers return to the world from which their love had expelled them. But this new worldliness, the possible result and the only possibly happy ending of a love affair, is, in a sense, the end of love, which must either overcome the partners anew or be transformed into another mode of belonging together."

~Hannah Arendt (1906–1975), German-born-U.S. political philosopher. The Human Condition, pt. 5, ch. 33 (1958).

NaPoWriMo #16: Balletomane

He stands straight with
a practiced firmness,
Softly a melody begins,
now he performs.

Every step precision
carefully unites with music
telling a story
in vibrance of color.

Movement
perfectly molded-
the definition of the soul.

Embraced together as one.

He is a dancer,
a ballet dancer.

***

*Balletomane - as defined in Webster's Dictionary means: a devotee of ballet-a person devoted to ballet-a ballet enthusiast.

My inspiration:

Stuttgart Ballet Kameliendame Male Solo Marijn Rademaker

I wrote this as a memory from within my own realm of experience and in recoginition of my cousin, Matt, who has studied ballet in Boston, Mass. Miss you!

NaPoWriMo #15: Honestly

Honestly...

I'm not a very honest person
I don't tell everything about myself
to very many people
I'm embarrased
Or I just don't want people to know everything
there is to know about me.

Some things I'd rather cover-up
Or keep to myself
Once I met a magnificient person
who was different than me because
he was so honest with everyone.

You knew
You understood
what he thought or at least
you felt you knew.

So, I confided in him
As one person who could know me very well
because I was honest
since around him
He let me be that way
Loving truth
while gaining trust.

Somehow, I sabotaged it
certitude divided
now our friendship is messed up
sadly...

My soul exposed to him
he truly knows
yet communication has ceased
confined in limits
hurting me
freeing him
My soul feels broken
and
I miss him-

quite honestly.

NaPoWriMo #14: Mental Twist

There is a pain



a twist inside



I don’t understand



buried deep within



I can feel it now



almost as if it were



hidden in the shadows



amongst tiny crevices



yet its twisted and creeps up



through my heart



spiraling, tingling



a hurtful sensation



physically sick





“Anxiety, they tell me



Calm your nerves.”



I can’t - -



I don’t understand why



I thought my life was going great



I thought I was easy going,



Even optimistic



What do you mean, I’m not?





“Medication, that’s what you need



Then it will go away



You’ll function again.”



I try, but it’s strange



and new - -



Actually, I can’t think



I feel



numb



Perhaps before I could



feel



but I’m forgetting about



before



All I know is



I just hurt - -





There is a pain



A twist inside



I don’t understand.

NaPoWriMo #13: Worthwhile Thoughts

I wish you could know
feel the way I see you
I walk strong
I dig deep
infecting your mind with my insecurities
which you kindly help me realize
are not worthwhile thoughts
You refresh me to know
that I need not feel insecure
just worthy because of how much I try
working that I may be so precious
compatible with you
Open up to me
in time I’ll return the favor
I want to let you in but I resist too often
out of fear
As you respect and love me
I will do the same for you
I can’t control or help all I feel
I don’t want to either
***

NaPoWriMo #12: Amicable

A gentle conversation
tender words
soft tone of your voice
pierces a depth in my soul
I was afraid anyone could reach
to hear you means so much
whimsical delight
I’ve needed this for a while
whether or not laughing settles in
I can’t think clearly
I can’t feel honestly
I scream at my depths
The empty parts
I trust you to
gently prod then wait
for me to fill
being amiable
I’m scared
you haunted me
you nurture me
take me away from my mundane world
If only for a little while.

***


Notes: amicable implies being well disposed; amiable is acting well disposed and amiable is commonly applied only to people - though sometimes it is used for occasions, while amicable is not applied to people at all but to human interactions and their outcomes; amiable first meant 'kind' or 'lovely, lovable' and amicable first applied to things and meant 'pleasant, benign'
from Thesaurus.com

This explanation of these words inspired me in writing this poem.

NaPoWriMo #11: Connect the Dots

Now that our world
Is full of connectivity
How do we connect the dots
From mark to line
All of this technology
Can be confusing
Which can't always replace the humanity of being face to face
At times it seems it does
Feeling as real as being there
Bridging the gaps between
What otherwise might be overlooked
Other times loneliness might feel more severe
When no one seems to acknowledge
What you care about
Other things unexpected
Do not go unnoticed instantly
As feeling, showing, being
Take on new meaning
We're wide open yet very close today
In this vast world
Making it seem smaller
Through dialogue
Than ever before
By perception of script & thought
Becoming absorbed
Into cyber space
Dotting the world
With shared minds.
***

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NaPoWriMo #10: Wedding Cake

Wedding cake
Slice by slice
Eaten up

First serve the bride
Then the groom
Set in beautiful motion
Their happiness doth contain
The sweetness of the cake

As served to the wedding guests
Did you chance to get a piece?
No, I did not.

I remember it was pretty
Didn't you?
Yes, I loved the cake.

Reminisce about the cake you had
Or the one you hope for
All serve a purpose
In the way of dreams

Take off the top
Set aside
Keep it for a frozen year
Yet most do not
For after three long months
They want this memorable cake
Can't stop thinking about
The flavor
Or the frosting
Wondering if it will last a year
So, unable to resist temptation
Eventually
They'll eat it too.
***
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NaPoWriMo #9: Told In Three Words

Certain circumstances conceal

Helping hearts heal

Resting red robin's

You yourself yawning

Seeing suffering stop

Letting lies live

Envious eyes enamored

Rising remembrance ruins

***

Being both beautiful

Of outstanding onset

To tell tomorrow

Happiness has happened

***

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NaPoWriMo #8: Everyone Deserves a Love Poem

Mystified by beautiful elegance
Vanquished at times shed through tears
Magnified by the sheer mystery of the dance
Somehow one finds a way
To a heart that is pure

Within these heavenly hearts
Love is captured
Ever needed
Found so lovely
As a heart that
Loves

Each has a shining moment
That we feel
Or we dare to hope
That there is an
Us

Forever speak
Gentle words of wonder
Piercing effortlessly
Like a cupid's comfortable arrow
Binding one heart
To another

In these tender moments
An unspeakable gift
Unstoppable emotion overtakes
Those beautiful hearts
As they become
Ever continued

Eternally united
to the magical realm
Of possibility
To reason with the heart
Reaching avid desire
Completed true love

No matter who you love
One reason
Honestly matters
Where magic tells
That everyone deserves
A love poem




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NaPoWriMo #7: My First Haiku

Majestically pouring over rain

As a waterfall greets

Midnight comes into the dawn

***

Photo credit (by my nephew) found at:

http://theos-kengen.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d3bco2i

NaPoWriMo #6: A Double Feature - Rare Beauty & A Siren's Duet

*Note: Today, I'll present to you two poems. A Double Feature. One poem that I've completely written myself and another that was a spontaneous effort on Twitter that I wrote with Mr. Lewis(a.k.a. @Mr_Perphekt). I liked the way it turned out so I wanted to share it with you in its full-length version. I've included his information so be sure to look Mr. Lewis up. Perhaps, you'd like to follow him where he can be found online. His written lines will be in quotes & my written lines are regular form. I hope that will help you to see who wrote what. Neither poem is related one to another. They are both ultimately random happenings. Thanks so much for reading today.

***
Rare Beauty



From within the room,
I stared as a gem of rare beauty walked in.
Often I wondered about him and
What his feelings truly were for me.

I knew how much I cared for him.
I deeply wanted him to know.
It was plutonic yet I longed to be close.

As I searched his eyes, I wanted to see into his soul.
I knew we could be friends if only
He knew I understood his pain, his love
And if this friendship would be
allowed without restraint from others’ feelings.

Somehow, I knew him already from afar.

Suddenly, as if no one else was in the room
I felt him near me – standing there.
He kissed the top of my head.
Had I imagined it?
No, I felt the warm sensation, I was sure.
He softly turned and left my side gently –
without words.

I ran after him to say something, anything -
but there were no words big enough
for this gesture that had changed me.
I gave him a hug and we said our goodbye’s –
until we meet again.

Now in my dreams I still wonder about him
And what he might be doing
And if we can be friends
But this time I feel
I know
Like a gem of rare beauty
He cares for me too.

***

Poetic duet w/ Mr. Lewis (@Mr_Perphekt)[4/5/11] http://twitter.com/#!/Mr_Perphekt
http://acevloon88.tumblr.com/

A Siren's Duet



The brilliance of stars ~ shooting across the skies ~ also ~ cannot be hidden

Brilliance~in your eyes I try to hide~From emotions~Cast into the darkness~Sunk like in the ocean

In this ocean~one can feel the vast depth~endless torment or glory~never to tell~all its secrets

All consuming~Glory~Personified by mermaid song~Dark rhythms~control the tides even flow

In stillness~first notes of a mermaid's song~beautified movement of tide~seemingly waving thru shadows~of each wave

Crest rise~Shielding mermaids prying~eyes~Addicted song~Like sirens~Fight against the rocks n waves

As if floating~away from haunted song~fear drives to souls~weeping~wishing~for mermaids not to go~with the sea~come back to me

Haunted songs~Linger in minds~Driving souls crazy from human confines~Ship sails aimlessly~Across the cryptic~Sea

Travel rough&worrisome~unknown destination~songs enter voices~among human confines~to sing~for long freedom~across a lonely sea

Long forgotten~Voices search the barren~sea~Chasing memories and ghost~Long forgotten humanity

powerful voices rise~echoing among forgotten ocean~yielding ghosts that torment~forgiving ones who seek~searching in hope

Tortured souls~Forever hating those~That dare intrude their misery~Hopeless n lostVoices echo pointlesslyAcross the jagged rocks

If only~a purpose could be known~daring not in vain~against redemption~swept up in agony~an eternal trip~must in desolation end
***

Photo credits:

Double Feature:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/26425820@N06/

Mermaid:

fanpop.com

Gemstone:

birthday-horoscopes.net

NaPoWriMo #5: Wild and Free

I take more than I should from you
I keep you away from your never ending world
Together I see more than I ever did alone
This is beauty in all its complexity and truth
Help me walk through the guilt and anxiety
to overcome and stay in your presence
to taste your sweet seeds of friendship
that will grow wild and free
for my soul to harvest.
***

I found this quote on Twitter so I wanted to add it to go with this poem. One could say it was inspired:

All good things are wild and free. ~ Henry David Thoreau

NaPoWriMo #4: Sight

On the sight of the peacock
green blue purple fluffy feathers
reminded the old man
of a time
he could see more clearly

To see is such a gift
more challenging
since not all seeing
requires eyes
as much as it does
a soul

At times, his thoughts produced
frightening episodes
that could not be seen
only felt

Unknown is his future
Unseen also
Unaware of what paths
he could take
or where he'll want to go

What he has seen
with his quiet eyes
unspoken
from dust
that echoes
refrains
left behind
in his memory

Gentle as peacock feathers
floating in the wind
he reminds himself

Hush, hush
be quiet
ever still
intently looking
all around
discovering peace
with his eyes

For what he sees
in the peacock feathers
his mind recalls
a time he could see
more clearly

Or so he felt nostalgic
from his perception
produced by his sight
on this particular day
held within a peacock eye

---

*photo by Daniel Fluck found at: http://www.colblindor.com/2007/06/13/colorful-peacock/ and here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/57065621@N00/1917355413/

NaPoWriMo #3: Imperfection

Carefully, look inside
a glass darkly
as a moment is gone
missing out
selfishly
not letting go
giving in
to malevolence
one final time
all the while
being indignant

Swallowing me up
to where aching grows
like weeds after rain
in expectation
no longer requiring
to be around
accordingly

Be attentive
Become accomodating
or willingly
lose yourself
in that moment
of imperfection
sweetly speculating

Will this be torment?

NaPoWriMo #2: Under Fire

In the trenches
under fire
the only thing
to cling to is a memory
although vague
while fading quietly
as the rain falls
washing you away

I wish
the pain would leave
instead
If I could bury it
in the trenches
deep
so deep
where it is hard
to feel hurt
question the loss
of one always to cherish

Even as the clearest
memory fades
or the pain subsides
into the fire
consumed
gone
until only
ash remains.

NaPoWriMo #1: Other Than the Truth

Balancing courage
on the tip
of insight
does not help
overcome overwhelming perspectives

Look deeper
sometimes thinking
true is not actually true

Often truth is
reality before eyes
in what a person
actually does every day

Not what they are doing
or wanting them to do
more than that

Looking deeper
what is seen
they are doing
a lot more
than ever realized
could be done

Look away
never see the truth
for what it really is
missing out
on lovely beauty
enchanted
by what the person
has to give

Caught up with pride
failing to see
hear
or feel
how indeed
actions
thoughts
deeply hurt others

In the end
beware
of false insight.

Once Upon A Time...

there was a little girl who fell in love with words. She wanted to learn as many of these words as she could, she wanted to learn what they meant, she enjoyed manipulating them into different forms - creating poetry, stories, lyrics and even Art. If she could find a pen, she would write them down on almost any surface. Mostly, she filled up notebooks & kept filling them up.

If she didn't find time to write them down they spilled into her thoughts. Daydreaming words into all kinds of glorious ideas of what she could say, how she could write it in a way that others would love to read. Although, she was known as a young girl, as being painfully shy she knew the truth inside of her because words had always been her truest friends. Words turned into stories and her most favorite would be the poems that came too. These stories always brought characters patterned after her obervations and discussions with others. During her play time, she rehearsed many of these stories as she staged plays with her Barbie dolls cast as the perfect actresses.

She also payed attention to the elderly through service and kinds visits to those living around her. On her favorite afternoon, she would talk to her Grandma as much as possible, since after all, Grandma was the oldest writer she knew, about writing and the characters that her Grandma was working on in her books. Even now, she can't remember all of the conversations now but she realized how Grandma inspired her. Besides writing, yet it fit perfectly in her plans to keep writing, she also looked up to her Grandma, who was such a happy, positive person. She exemplified how to treat others kindly, how to be social and how to work hard. She reflected on this many times now since these simple conversations, board games & even writing sessions together.

Her goals have never ceased and seeing them on the path in front of her but she felt that she had not been reaching in the right places or high enough. In her delicate heart, she would like to change that route now. For through her feelings, at least writing some of these thoughts down helped her start with that. After all, she needed a place to start so that she could feel like building a castle. With poetry month coming up, this will be as good as any. Once a day each day. Write a poem. She would like to share with you a bit about life, sorrow, history and wittingly hopes that you gain a sense of the person that she is and what she tries to live to be each day. So, hopefully you will find more good than bad and perhaps that will help you understand how much this dear girl loves people and what she sees in her everyday observations. These are her dreams and desires, she may fall short but perhaps someday you will know what she was all about anyway. You see, long ago, in an elementary school far, far, away, she started writing in her free time as even as soon as in the third grade. Experimenting with words, as she liked to think of it. As time became years she started to feel more confident in her writing. So, in sixth grade, she wrote a poem about the Cherokee Indians. She had learned about them in school and wanted to express from her heart what they went through.

Can you guess who this little girl represents yet?

Yes, even myself and the purpose of this fairytale is to let you know a little bit of my background as a writer and as a poet. I have long since misplaced and lost the original poem but that single experience still means a great deal to me. I remember how it felt to win an honorable mention for it. How incredible it was! How much that made me feel that somehow I may have brought an awareness to people's eyes about the Cherokee "Trail of Tears." I want to keep that up and I have a little here and a little there. I will continue in that regard. I will write. I am a poet. I am an Artist too. This is me. This is truly who I am. I hope you believe.

Get Ready, Get Set, Go April!

As many of you know, April is one of my favorite months of the year. One reason is that it is National Poetry Month! I celebrate this by carrying a poem in my pocket, reading poetry, writing poems, going to poetry readings, entering poetry contests, and this year I'm going to do what I've been wishing to do for a few years now. I'm going LIVE! Right here at J-Flamingo Reflections. One poem every day for the month of April. Wow! It will be a challenge, of course, but I'm excited I'm finally up for it. I'm going to plunge in and actually make sure this happens this year. I hope you'll enjoy reading what I have to share this year. Also, my book reviews will be reflecting the poetry books I'll be reading as well. So I hope in some way during the month of April, with my humble attempts, you'll be exposed to poetry! One more thing, I've signed up to read one of my poems in the Talent Show at my church fundraiser this year so this will be one more way to celebrate poetry month. Be sure to vote for which poem that you'd like me to read by leaving a comment! Thanks! *Note-Bullwinkle Cartoon found at: russellheimlich.com

Poetry from My Purse - Finding the Miracle

Here's a poem that I found written in my purse. A while back, I had explained that I would post these from time to time. I did tweet the first few lines as Micropoetry on Twitter recently and I thought it would be nice to include the conclusion. What do you think?





As darkening waters existed over my world
I hoped to find the miracle that could bring me in from drowning
To treasure me, keep me safe
Even if only by listening to me
It unloads my hurt
opens my soul
makes me vulnerable
makes me love
I like the way that feels
Don’t leave my life
Don’t stop calling
No matter what you think
I may say
I’m here for you
The truth remains
through your presence
you brought me joy
and saved me from drowning.
***

In the Meantime...

I've been working on several articles, writing projects and a scrapbook project too. Also, I have a lot going on, as everyone does, in my real life that has had my time so my poor blog has taken a hit from my attention. I have several posts in mind but haven't put them up yet. I'll get to it, eventually. So, just to let you know I'm still around I thought I'd put up a few quotes from the movies my children have been watching lately.

Monsters vs. Aliens:

News reporter: Once again, a UFO has landed in America, the only country UFOs ever seem to land in.


Whatever mad scientist made you, he went all out.- Dr. Cockroach

This place is an X-file, wrapped in a cover up and deep fried as a conspiracy. There will be no contact with the outside and there never will. -General W.R. Monger

I don't want a poster, I want a real kitten, in a real tree. -Susan

Don't think of it as a prison, think of it as a hotel you never leave because it's been locked from the inside. -General W.R. Monger

The President of the United States: Somebody think of something, and think of it fast!

The Incredibles

A simple Thank You would suffice...

Helen: E, it's great to see you, but I gotta tell you, I've got no idea what you're talking about.
Edna: Yes, words are useless! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! Too much of it, darling, too much! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!

Mr. Incredible: No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for... for ten minutes!

Dash: That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.

Rick Dicker: We've frozen all of Syndrome's assets. If he even sneezes, we'll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.

Elastigirl: Settle down, are you kidding? I'm at the top of my game! I'm right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't think so.

Surf's Up

A winner is someone who doesn't knock me off my surfboard; Tank's definitely not a winner.
Little Penguin

I hope the cameras are rolling because you're gonna want to watch it over and over.
Cody Maverick

My brother was the big egg, I was the little egg.
Cody Maverick

Lani, we're in the shower! Ask me whatever you want.
Cody Maverick

Dude, she's totally into you! She called you crap!
Chicken Joe

Tank needs fuel.
Tank Evans

You know, we've known each other way back since, like... yesterday, I think it was.
Chicken Joe

My reason behind this is because I love to hear the words written in the dialogue. It helps me giggle and dream about being on a writing team for one of these movies. Wouldn't it be fun to write a movie script? I imagine how fun that it would be to sit there with a group of fellow writers and banter out a script! Well, maybe it's not really like that, I don't really know, but I can dream. Plus, I'm starting to gain a small sense of that through Twitter. It's a rich source for the writing, music, Arts and poetic communities. I've met some wonderful minds through the thoughts that these people are sharing there. I enjoy following many people and there is just something about those 140 characters that I love! No more...it just fits with my creative mind, I think. Anyway, it's helped my writing a tremendous amount and I'm crazily writing every chance I get now. For that, "I'm eternally grateful."
Also, if you have a few moments, check out my articles here on Matchbox Twenty Plus to read what I've been doing in the meantime...apart from not keeping up with my blogging.

Don't worry though..."I'll be back!" :D

Teaser Tuesday: The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

Hosted by: MizB of Should be reading
*Anyone can play ~ Find your current read, share a quote from a random page plus do tell what you're reading.
*Remember, you are always welcome to share your teaser in the comments as well.
*For more details be sure to look up how on the links above.


My teaser:

"Something rumbled somewhere deep and near. The tower trembled like a ship run aground, and answered with a low, stone wail. The three travelers cried out, scrambling to keep their feet on the shuddering stairs, but their guide pressed on without faltering or speaking."

pg. 154 in The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

Lessons while making Potato Soup and belated New Year's Resolutions

Today, as I prepared dinner which was one of our family favorites, Potato Cheese Soup, I was thinking about blogging as I often do, believe it or not, so I knew it's about time I broke the ice on this blog and wrote something even anything! As many of you, I have been invaded by the business of living my life. So, anyway, here's a little update about my life currently:
I tend and care for my own children and I'm currently running a small daycare on the side. I have one full time little boy and several part time with Tuesdays and Friday's now being my busiest days. It has been such a learning experience for me in caring for these children but I am actually learning a lot from them!

During the week, it feels like I have twin boys as my son and the one I tend are the same age being only one month apart in their birthdate's. I have discovered a simple fact about children that I now realize can help with the dynamic of my approach to helping them grow up. A lot of times, it is traits that I sometimes find annoying in children that also tend to be wanted traits in people as adults. People who are driven, busy, high powered and make it possible to get things done around them seem to be desirable for being able to succeed. It's all about how I continue their approach to growing, learning and dealing with the problems children need to overcome. How I overcome a challenge is so much of the battle I face in my everyday life. Adjusting is necessary in so many of my situations. Finding the right adjustment to wield the power I have within me is important in helping development in a child. This has helped me and I give my best effort each day in small ways to work with each child I care for. Limits are set, consistent efforts and follow through are helpful, and a schedule. Each day I have a new opportunity to improve which I find, thankfully, I need to do this a lot. Starting a new day can be nice.
Another thing I have been doing this year is making an effort to write down my thoughts each day in a creative way using poetry, prose or through a story. I've found that I thoroughly enjoy writing micropoetry. This is often found on Twitter which means you are sharing poetry in 140 characters or less. I love this exercise which has challenged my brain and I feel it is fun!
Recently, a friend has encouraged me to write a novel in prose so this is a goal I've set for 2011 as well.
Another goal is to find a way for myself to get back to formal education. I'm enjoying looking into the opportunities that can be available to me but it will be a lot of hard work. I finally feel that I am ready for this challenge.
Also, I've been making huge efforts to keep my house tidier this year. I think I do better and life runs a bit smoother when I can feel better in my surroundings.
Last year, I did a lot of things and I'm sure that I acheived a lot but I didn't formally write out my goals out or even set them in a post as I did the previous year on this blog. So, I didn't feel I had anything to gauge my success with so in the end I feel I have missed out on that in 2010. This year, I want to see my progress and how much I grow so that's why I decided that it's better now than not at all to set some New Year Resolutions and I thought of all of this, and so much more, while making potato soup today.

Here's a re-cap of my goals this year:

1. Continue to maintain and improve my efforts in dealing with my children and others on a daily basis. Make efforts to connect with them.

2. Write down my thoughts each day using a creative method. i.e., poetry, haiku, short story, prose, essay, etc...

3. Write a novel in prose.

4. Find a way to continue my formal education.

5. Keep my house tidy. Clean and organize too.

6. Read 25 books and write reviews for each.

7. Learn and improve speaking in another language as I'm a bit familiar with Spanish and German but know neither very well.

8. Continue my blogs. Don't re-invent but continue each one to the best of my ability. Let's face it - I like each one too much to give it up entirely. Goal: 2 blog posts per week.

9. Work on staying in touch better with my brothers, sisters and in-laws. Simple acts of kindness through e-mail, letters, facebook, phone calls and blogs. Work on family history projects and see if they'd like to as well.

10. Continue to develop my artistic abilities in papercrafting, scrapbooking, and rubber stamping.