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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. |
Kamál (Perfection), 18 ‘Aẓamat (Grandeur) 176 B.E. - Monday, June 3, 2019 Gratitude List for 18 ‘Aẓamat Today I am thankful...  ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn this morning. ...for the fresh brewed coffee I have today. ...that I was able to pay the rent today. ...for the Arizona sweet ice tea I had with my lunch. ...that I have 486 points in my Survey Junkie account.Fiḍál (Grace), 19 ‘Aẓamat (Grandeur) 176 B.E. - Tuesday, June 4, 2019 After midnight the seconds become minutes suspended on the event horizon of a black hole. A black hole that pulls and stretches the minutes into hours longing for dawn. After midnight the mind falls into a cogitative languor waiting for the hours to be pulled into days. Days overflowing with the agony of months stretching into years. After midnight the eyes stare into years elongating into decades. Decades pulled second by second into centuries that are pulled minute by minute into millennia that are stretched hour by h our into aeons. Gratitude List for 19 ‘Aẓamat Today I am thankful... ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrafted this morning. ...for fresh brewed hot coffee on this late spring morning. ...that I have 676 points in my Survey Junkie account. ...for the working air conditioner we have in this apartment. ...that I have completed 18 of the 200 poems I'm writing to celebrate the Bicentenary of the Birth of The Bab. I have 182 poems left to write in 147 days. ...for the chocolate covered cherries I have for an afternoon snack.Footnotes |
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