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Inspiration on the journey |
This book is for the purpose of reflecting on places that I have experiened figuratively and literally. It is a continued work as I am still on the journey. I like the term "Travel Writer" as we are all really "travel writers." We are all traveling on a journey, we all let our experiences take us where they will. We document the scenery, the emotion, and our mental state each quarter mile along the way. I hope to be a help mate to my fellow writers. Each new day brings a new place that I've never been before. Will the people along the way be uneffected by my presence, or will I be the good samaritan to them in some way? To be continued... |
I love it when all of the pieces come together. I love when things have a way of working out. The stress of wondering whether all of the pieces are going to fit becomes a noose. Gasping for everybreath as the stabbing pain of panic pierces my body. My heart begins to pound faster and faster, my thoughts are in a race with my heart. My head is spinning and inevitably, I'm drowning. Then, I step inside, and peace wraps it's comforting arms around me. My mind has settled and I can breath again. |
The black and white thinkers of the world are a curious bunch. I myself am such. I perform like a puppet when my cue is given. My strings are easily manipulated as it isn't riches or fame that I long for, it is merely acceptance. How much longer til I am free to dance without these strings? How much longer will I be manipulated? How much longer til I can walk in my own direction? Ahh, yes, when confronted with the grey matters, I quickly draw my black and white pistol, aim, and unload until all of the grey is once again black and white. I do not understand the grey, so bleak and so blah. It casts a shadow on everything it touches. Black and white so definitive, so commanding, so in your face. Nothing lacking, no guess work, it's simply what is. What can you not understand in the black and white? The rules are clearly defined. The line that clearly says, do not cross here challenges its grey thinking opponents. Then a wise man opened my eyes, "It's the black and white that make the grey." Perception is everything. |
I'm a mystery. A walking contradiction. I know how to love, and I choose not. It is my will to be someone great, to make a difference, to influence the masses, yet I'm selfish and self centered. I think about the needs of others yet make choices for self gain. I now know why Paul said, "Why is it that I do what I will not to do, and I cannot do what I will to do." The battle of the flesh is not easily understood. I hurt people that I claim to care about, I make choices that trample the innocent under foot. Why am I this monster? |
It's amazing how many times in my life I have reached "Chapter One." It has become necessary for me to once again start over at the beginning. I haven't been able to join my friends here in the writing community as much as I would have liked during this past week, but I have begun again. I'm happy, frightened, uncertain, and overjoyed all at the same time. Happy to be here, hoping and praying for strength to make it to chapter two. Somehow others seem to be more forgiving of me than I. I have been praying for these past two years that the rest of my life would begin and well, just yesterday it did. I find that writing here is somewhat theraputic for me and I am going to make every effort in diligence to do my best to not only be involved, but stay involved. I remember how excited I was when I got a response from a review that I did for a fellow author. I was so excited, like I had a sense of purpose, that I had made a difference in someone elses day. That is who I want to be. Write ON!!! |