He had wings

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 8, 2016

Psalms 91-11

He had wings – the wings of an angel. They were strong, supportive. A guardian angel. It was meant to be. An angel to visit you at just the right time to bring you back to life.

Your journey may be long and difficult, but you will never walk alone. His wings will be there to lift you up and carry you when you can’t take another step. You don’t always have to look to the stars and sky to find your angel, as they are sometimes right in front of you here on the ground. Take a look. You may not see the wings at first, but they are there and all around you. Disguised as a friend, perhaps?

Now that you know your angel is there to protect you and support you, let yourself live, let yourself smile. You may not always see your angel, but rest assured he’s smiling, too.

“God will put his angels in charge of you to protect you wherever you go.” ~Psalms 91:11

Strapped

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 7, 2016

It’s been some time now since I’ve written. I can’t help but feel that I have been a disappointment to myself. I am most content when I write, and I crave it when I don’t write. Then comes the excuse of being strapped for time, or there are untold numbers of things going on that steer my attention away from the page. Life throws you some punches, and it’s a crazy ride.

It’s time to strap myself in and take that ride. It might be a bumpy, rough and wild ride, but life cannot stop me from doing what I love to do. After all, the best part about writing is the ride. That is where the words stem from and start to flow.

I’m strapped in – let’s go!

“Life is truly a ride. We’re all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind, he’s ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometimes you put your arms up and scream, sometimes you just hang onto that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair is messed, you’re out of breath, and you didn’t throw up.” ~Unknown

Of mice and men

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 6, 2016

Of mice and men

Traveling across America, or the world, in search of who you are. Wanderers who eventually find their way home, or their best version of it. I know a few people who have done this. I’m not sure anyone has figured out entirely who they are, but it has allowed them to realize the direction they need to go in life to find their version of a happy home.

Although Of Mice And Men’s story has the protagonists traveling to California, running away from an incident and finding work to build a new home elsewhere, they were finding themselves along the way.

Most often in our real lives, the need to find out who we are or what direction we need to take happens where you currently are. That journey takes place in your mind, as you are in search of whatever you think is best for yourself to create your new life story that sends you back home.

It’s always wonderful to have that companion along for the ride, but you might find during the journey that, as much as you love them and want them to be a part of your life, they aren’t helping you in your quest. Of course, killing that character in your life story is not the way to go about things. As difficult as it will be, you may learn that you need to let them go in order to get your new chapter started.

Rose

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 5, 2016

Tennyson Poetical Works

“God made Himself an awful rose of dawn” ~The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson

This is the last line of the famous poet’s notoriously difficult piece. Who knows what this means? I have been perplexed by this, as there’s hardly an explication by analysts or from the author himself. So we make an attempt at our own interpretations and conjectures. This is one of the great things about literature and art.

We are all sinners, and none of us are perfect. Forget the vain attempts of name and fame, shallowness and superficiality. Through all of the callous indulgences and destructive power of reckless sin, we should remember humility, lest we be subject to God rising above the mountain at dawn in a heavy cloud of oppression.

 

Shallow

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 4, 2016

These days, I’m finding inspiration from a multitude of differing things, perspectives and circumstances. Before I started writing, I probably had a more shallow mind. I don’t feel that I really immersed myself into the bigger picture of things, nor did I learn many lessons from them. I know the ability has always been there; I never used it to its advantage.

There is a lesson to be learned in everything, whether you immediately see it or not. Our role is go out and find what that lesson is and learn from it. Stay away from the shallow waters that clog and clutter our minds. Go out into the ocean where there’s room to breathe and think. That’s where you’ll find all the inspiration you need.

“Ideas are like fish. If you want to catch little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. But if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper. Down deep the fish are more powerful and more pure. They’re huge and abstract. And they’re very beautiful.” ~David Lynch

“In shallow men the fish of little thoughts cause much commotion. In oceanic minds the whales of inspiration make hardly a ruffle.” ~Sri Yukteswar Giri

“Either you decide to stay in the shallow end of the pool or you go out in the ocean.” ~Christopher Reeve

What a hunk

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 3, 2016

Deep down, we are all superficial in some way. It’s human nature, right? We’ve all had a thought or two about those that seem beautiful to us on the outside. At times, it’s nice when people compliment you for your attractiveness, when it doesn’t seem as though it’s in a superficial way.

Does it really matter what a person looks like? Isn’t it better to know the real person behind those good looks? That “hunk” you think you’re admiring may have the most beautiful soul. Wouldn’t you rather know that beauty?

Dwell in their élan, not the exterior. You may just become a better person for it, and create your own beauty within.

“When you get to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty or looks. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. you can love it with your eyes and your body, but not your heart. That’s why when you really connect with a person, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.” ~Unknown

The Ruler of…

From April’s Writing Prompts, April 2, 2016

I am the Ruler of my mind.

I may be quiet, but I have a great many things on my mind. I keep my mind busy by telling it where to go. So far it’s been listening. It’s no doubt taken a while to get it to listen, and it’s a work-in-progress still, but the Ruler is gaining control.

Your mind will always believe what you tell it. Feed it the good things. Get rid of the bad.

I know I will fail occasionally, I am human. I’m finding the strength to let my Ruler be victorious, one day at at time.

“Quiet people have the loudest minds.” ~Stephen Hawking

“You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.” ~Marcus Aurelius