Friday, July 24, 2015
Ride It Like You Stole It
Life
It isn't something that is supposed to be docile and tame
Something dull and predictable
Life is something raw, wild and ever changing
It flows like the tides...
Waxing and waning like the moon
It's a Mustang on the prairie
Wind whipping through her mane
Sun glinting off her coat
The power of the ages in every curve of her muscle
The energy of the Earth in the pounding of her hooves
Life is something that we don't tame
Acknowledge the power that we've been blessed with
Take a deep breath
Climb aboard and give it the best ride we've got
You can't tame it
Learn to work in harmony with it
Listen to where you are supposed to be going, instead of trying to force it to bend to your will
Stop fighting it and enjoy the ride
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Thursday, June 18, 2015
That's just not write!
Writing is a
lost art.
I don't mean
that no one is filling shelf after shelf with books.
Or that
there is a lack of people seeking to get their work published.
I mean that
so few people WRITE anymore.
I have
lately been struggling with, what I thought, was a particularly vexing patch of
stagnant inspiration.
I have this
desire...just under the surface...bubbling deep...ever building... and aching
to break free, like the forces under the Earth's surface, but no matter how I
try to shake it loose...nothing.
It
won't come to the top in that gloriously eloquent fountain of tumbling words. That frantic, nearly painful chaos, that spills
up out of your heart, into your mind, glowing brighter and hotter until it
boils out the tips of your fingers, onto the keyboard in a rapid frenzy of
keystrokes.
And THAT, my friends, is
when it hit me!
I'm not
lacking the inspiration.
I'm not
lacking the need, and certainly not the desire.
It's the cold feel of the keyboard that is killing
it. The culprit is the empty clickety-clack of the keys
as I try impotently to lay my thoughts
out.
That's not
writing.
I need the
feel of the paper. The scratch of the
pen as it flies across it, almost as if it's under its own power. I need the
weight, the sound, the smell...the actual writing.
And not this
block letter, stick figure printing they are teaching kids in school these
days.
NO! That will never do!
I need true
writing! We were graded on it. Most people under 25 today can't read
it.
CURSIVE
folks. True writing.
The flow
The artistry
The poetry
of it
The sheer
beauty of it
The dance of
the letters, working together to tell a story.
The ballet, tango, rhumba and twist of language. The waltz between parchment and ink.
Glorious harmony!
The ballet, tango, rhumba and twist of language. The waltz between parchment and ink.
Glorious harmony!
Wrapping a
reader in a magical land and transporting you to places you've never dreamed
could exist.
Cursive is
like a woman. Full of curves and mystical beauty that you only truly appreciate
as you get to know her, and no two
examples are exactly the same. Each
spectacular and unique in their own way.
You just can't replace something so beautiful and natural, with something artificial and cold.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Now and Later
There’s no rhyme or reason to it.
It either is, or it isn’t.
But, isn’t that the way of all things?
What other options are there? Something either is…or it isn’t.
You can't force it.
It's the age old adage of the "square peg and the round hole".
It’s just that simple.
Right?
Now, the one exception to the rule, because all things have an exception, is our perception of what’s good or acceptable, in that particular moment.
That’s quite a gray area, now isn’t it?
What may be acceptable tends to fluctuate.
As we grow older, we, hopefully, grow wiser.
In our 20's we think we are wordly and educated. We are on fire about so many things, and we set out to take the world by storm. Truthfully, we are just smart enough to cause a minor train wreck.
By the time we are in our 30's, we can choose our battles a little better, but still tend to trip over our feet from time to time, which is to be expected. We're just smart enough to really screw things up, but also fairly well equipped to fix it.
Our 40's are the time we sit back and realize that our parents, and grandparents, really did have alot more things figured out than we gave them credit for. Suddenly, the light bulb over heads come on with near full intensity. As the shadows of ill informed youth begin to leave our minds, we realize there truly is no need to sweat the petty stuff we've stressed over all this time. Chances are if we do demolish something at this age, we don't want to fix it. We annihilated it on purpose...just saying.
We realize that it's ok to say No...and to MEAN IT.
We realize that doing things for ourselves isn't "selfish". It's self preserving and self nurturing.
Don't get it?
You're too young to understand. I'll tell you when you're older.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Write, Wrong or Indifferent
Writing is more than just a string of words on paper.
Writing is an intimate act.
It’s a sharing of hopes
Dreams
Fears
Failures
Accomplishments
Milestones
Stripping away all pretense.
Exposing our soul.
Displaying our innermost self.
A glaring spotlight on our every fault
Shortcoming
Struggle
Strength
Ambition
Triumph
An uncensored expose of each and every aspect of our character.
It’s a yard stick by which we can measure our growth.
Emotional
Spiritual
Mental
Writing is more than just putting words to paper.
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