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 Gratitude breaks the spell of Writers Block |
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Staring at a blank page is like staring into a snowfield. The snow, untouched by civilization and unmarked by living creatures, blinds you for a few minutes, it glistens reflecting subtle shades of pure white and rainbows at odd angles. If you stare at the snow too long, you get lost in the interplay of light and shadow. As the day wears on, you become awestruck at the beauty of the snow's perfection. You marvel at the way an oak tree cast its ebony shadow across the pure white snow. You watch the tree's shadow change, grow and shrink, as Earth turns and the sun moves from morning to evening. If you stand out in the snow too long without moving, you risk snow bite or freezing. If you are fortunate, a red fox will walk across your line of sight. The fox will leave his footprints written in the snowfield. As you watch the fox move, the spell holding you in one spot staring at the snow is broken. You are free to go inside out of the cold and out of danger. I must say, writing 500 words a day isn't difficult, unless I'm attempting to write on a single subject. On Monday, October 28, 2013, I began posting my weekly goals at "Weekly Goals"  . On Tuesday, October 29, 2013 I began keeping track of may accomplished goals in this journal."O SON OF BEING! Bring thyself to account each day ere thou art summoned to a reckoning; for death, unheralded, shall come upon thee and thou shalt be called to give account for thy deeds." Bah'u'll'h The Hidden Words of Bah'u'll'h, Part I.'From the Arabic, #31, page 11 'Heinlein's Rules for Writers Rule One: You Must Write Rule Two: Finish What Your Start Rule Three: You Must Refrain From Rewriting, Except to Editorial Order Rule Four: You Must Put Your Story on the Market Rule Five: You Must Keep it on the Market until it has Sold' Robert A. Heinlein It is enjoined upon every one of you to engage in some form of occupation, such as crafts, trades and the like. We have graciously exalted your engagement in such work to the rank of worship unto God, the True One. Ponder ye in your hearts the grace and the blessings of God and render thanks unto Him at eventide and at dawn. Waste not your time in idleness and sloth. Occupy yourselves with that which profiteth yourselves and others. Thus hath it been decreed in this Tablet from whose horizon the day-star of wisdom and utterance shineth resplendent. Baha'u'llah, Tablets of Baha'u'llah Revealed After the Kitab-i-Aqdas, Pages 21-29: gr 32 I changed the way I did entries in this book several times. Beginning on March 21, 2018 the entries will cover the topics of spiritual, inspirational, and religions. However, the genres it will be under are Women's, Inspirational, and Spiritual with a tag of Religious. |
Jalál (Glory), 10 ‘Aẓamat (Grandeur) 175 B.E. - Saturday, May 26, 2018 "…Pray to be forgiven, O people, for having failed in your duty towards God, and for having trespassed against His Cause, and be not of the foolish…" Baha’u’llah1 I'm cleaning out my desk drawers, and going through hard copies of poems I wrote over the past few decades. One of the poem's I rediscovered is titled "The Poem I Can't Write." Rereading the poem got me to thinking about forgiveness, and the difficulty, we human beings have, of forgiving. I've known for sometime that there is, at least, one person I've had difficulty forgiving. The Poem I Can't Write Forgiveness is a place inside; an alcove where my soul resides. Forgiveness is the verse I can't write in my ego shrouded night. After rereading the quote from Gleanings, I realized I have to forgive that person. I have to let go of the hurt, and the fear that was caused by the person. However, that person died years ago, so I can't go to him and say "I forgive", and, even if I could, would the person understand my hurt. How do I forgive? How do I let go of the past? I need to move on with my life, and holding onto this will hurt my soul. I think the best way to handle this is to write another poem title "The Poem I Can Write." The Poem I Can Write Forgiveness is a poem I must write on the alcove of my soul. Forgiveness is a place inside that helps me to let go of ego's fears that cripple the progress of my soul. Alright, sometimes forgiveness is a selfish act because it allows us, as human beings, to let go of the past. It allows us let go of things that are holding us back from achieving our full spiritual potential. I suspect that the best way to let go of something is to pray it out and/or write it out. We have to stop obsessing about the hurt, and worrying about what we should have done. *** Pennies from Heaven2 Coins descend on me, bright coppers rain from above, bringing me luck, joy, peace, and love. Poet's Note: ▼ Footnotes |
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