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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. |
| Fourth of July weekends at The Lake. The Lake, I don't know if it had another name, we always called it The Lake. Grandpa had a trailer house on a lot, which included a lower level, a boat dock, and a ramp to put the boat in the water. Fourth of July weekends at The Lake were always fun and exciting. Grandma would fix mustard-mayonnaise potato salad, but cutting up chunks of boiled and peeled potatoes. She mixed onions and spices with the mayonnaise and mustard before mixing it into the chunks of potatoes. Fourth of July weekends at The Lake we always grilled outside on a small barbecue grill. We grilled real beef hot dogs, pork chops, chicken, and some sort of beef. The hot dogs were for us kids, and the other meat was for the adults. We had jello fruit salad for desert. Fourth of July weekends at the Lake meant my brothers would harass the fire ants and the tiny black ants. They put firecrackers in the entrances to the anthill, lit the firecrackers, and back off a couple of feet before the firecrackers went off. It pissed off the ants, which seemed to amuse my brothers. Fourth of July Weekends at The Lake meant fireworks after sunset. Grandpa always drove the car down to the lower level of the lot near the boat dock. He would sit on the hood of the car, light a Roman candle, hold it up, and shoot it off. One year one of the Roman candles backfired. He jumped off the hood of the car, threw the Roman candle at The Lake, and brushed the sparks off his work shirt. Fourth of July weekends at The Lake, spent at Grandpa's trailer house, were always fun and exciting. Fourth of July weekends at The Lake meant lighting fireworks, eating hot dogs and Grandma's mustard-mayonnaise potato salad. Fourth of July weekends at The Lake encouraged my brothers to harass the fire and black ants but lighting firecrackers in the entrances to the anthills. Fourth of July weekends at The Lake, and one memory stands out: Grandpa sit on the hood of the car shooting off Roman candles, when one of the candles backfired; Grandpa immediately jumped off the hood, threw the Roman candle into The Lake, and brushed the sparks off his work shirt. Written for "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" . |
‘Idál (Justice), 8 Kamál (Perfection) 175 B.E. - Wednesday, August 8, 2018 All true healing comes from God! There are two caused for sickness, one is material, the other spiritual. If the sickness is of the body, a material remedy is needed, if of the soul, a spiritual remedy. If the heavenly benediction be upon us while we are being healed then only can we be made whole, for medicine is but the outward an visible means through which we obtain the heavenly healing. Unless the spirit be healed, the cure of the body is worth nothing. All is in the hands of God, and without Him there can be no health in us! Abdu'l-Baha1 Healing a Gift of God2 Healing comes from God doctors and medication are tools of the Almighty. Gratitude List for 8 Kamál Today I am thankful for...  ...that I have $12.00 in my Send Earnings account. ...that I have 950 points in my I-Say account. ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today. ...for hot coffee to drink while I am working at the computer. ...that I could review four items this morning. ...for the ham & egg sandwich with whole cherries that I had for breakfast. ...that I had a raspberry GoGurt with my lunch today. ...that we have a working air conditioner because it is triple digits outside. ...that I have 1,631 points in My Survey account. ...that I have $23.55 in my Product Report Card account. ...that I have $63.21 in my Google AdSense account. ...that I have 695 points in my Survey Spot account. ...that I have 2,791,301 GPs in my Gift Points account. ...that I have $21.35 in my Inbox Dollars account. ...that I have $17.38 in my Vindale Research account. ...for the Sloppy Joe's I had for supper tonight.Childhood Memory - Free Write The Lake, that's what we always called the recreational area where Grandpa put the trailer house. That's what we called the mobile home that was used each summer when we went to the lake. It wasn't very large just one bedroom, a bathroom, with a toilet and shower (which didn't work). When we needed to go to the toilet we used the wooden outhouse above the a pit in the ground. Every summer we spent holiday weekends and Grandpa's vacation there. There weren't very many summer holidays to celebrate. There was the fourth of July, and we set off fireworks there (unless we went to Lake Carl Blackwell with my cousins). The Fourth of July weekend at the Lake (I only remember the years when the fourth of July feel on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday). The Fourth of July weekend was fun and sometimes scary. We set off firecracker, usually down by the lake or boat dock, and not near the trailer house. My brothers would put firecrackers in the entrances to ant hills and scare the poor ants. I remember Grandpa driving the car down the hill to where the boat dock was located. He would sit on the hood of the car, hold Roman candles in his hands and shoot them off. One year one of the Roman candles backfired. I remember Grandpa jumping away from the car and brushing the sparks from his work shirt. Grandma always made potato salad with mustard and mayonnaise. In the kitchen of the trailer house is where I learned hows to cook biscuits in a frying pan. That is an interesting procedure, but the bottom of the biscuits burned, so we could only eat the top part that wasn't burned. The oven of the stove didn't work for some reason. Maybe it wasn't connected to the type of gas, or whatever Grandpa used to heat the burners on the stove. Thinking back I wonder how we ever came out alive and all in one piece. No one ever got badly hurt at the lake. We only had life threatening accidents when we went to Lake Carl Blackwell. Facebook Status Update The count down begins 138 days until my birthday! The Dog Days of Summer, and memories of my childhood return. Footnotes |
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