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Explore & Surrender

In Goblin Writing Project, Prose on January 18, 2012 at 11:59 pm
{Thoughts of 2012}
Beginning the new year for Porch Goblin.
 

Surrender is the kind of word that provokes two reactions: disgust and joy.  It’s viewed as a submission, an act that makes you a doormat.  To me?  It’s a choice.  It’s not about surrendering to authority, surrendering all of yourself to nothingness.  It’s not about losing and making yourself a loser.  It’s not just an acceptance of despair.

Instead, I think of the sign language.  It’s a beautiful sign.  You bring your hands — first closed, then palms out — into an act of letting go.  Letting go of what holds you down.  Letting go to make room for better.  Giving yourself up into a beautiful offering of possibilities.  Surrender; that voluntary act that gives way to wisdom, knowledge, and hope.  Surrender not your beauty, but rather surrender blind despair.

Explore is a word that has nothing but possibilities.  I see so many possibilities.  Explore writing styles, explore meanings, explore your purpose, explore your abilities, explore pathways, explore nature, explore sexuality, explore your relationship with your spouse, explore Jesus and the infinite of God.

It’s a word that is navigational and developmental all at once! What you explore, you take the chance of developing.  And the best part? It’s never-ending.  I find that I look forward to always falling in love with my husband.  I explore his personality, his quirks, his opinions that will at times change, and he explores me in ways I know no one else will.  So, I fall in love again and again.  I surrender to that certainty, to that joy.

 
Explore… and surrender.  Two of the words that I chose to define and develop the year of 2012 for me.  The words that will be put to use for the development of this blog.

 

I hope you will join me!

Porch Queen

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My Reminder.

In Prose on June 8, 2011 at 5:08 am
Begin the day with a quiet hour
Reserved for lighting candles in honor of the sun
A warm scent, a soft sigh
Make your bed, set the washer whirring
Send a heavenly smell of breakfast
throughout your home

Don’t overwhelm yourself
Don’t set yourself to grieving
A day lost, a mishap of your doing
Breeze through, keep on nurturing
Loving, smiling, hugging
throughout your home

Weed and tend your gardens
Loving every single plant
Feed, groom, and hug every
little child, furry or not
For that’s what they will remember
the most, in your home

Care for every friend that comes through
Care for your love, your soulmate, the most
Touch upon another quiet time
For soft thoughts, for writing,
For moments you breathe
Life into your home

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Oh, Those Writing Blues

In On Writing on March 31, 2011 at 7:16 pm

Two weeks have passed since I’ve penned anything for this blog.  It’s a sad ordeal reserved for rainy days, busy gardening, and quiet moping around the house.

A writer is a dreamer.  I do a lot of dreaming.  Bits and pieces of stories come to me.  It seems I do best at talking about what they are than I am at writing them down.  Hence, my projects that I should be committed to.

The porch is cold today.  The Goblin is looking at piles of dishes.  Instead, today, I will talk about the hope of a writer.

A lot of people write about writing.  Writing about writing is easier.  Basically, in my mind, writing is an art of bullshitting.  You put yourself across as knowing what you know, knowing how to make stories out of what you know and don’t know, and entertain the audience in the process.

Yet it’s easy to feel like a fraud.  The desire to put words together into a masterpiece of captivating stories is just that — desire.  It’s when you really tear yourself apart and live your life passionately that you can find the real commitment to open your mind to something other people will read.  When you stop worrying about grammar, punctuation, and marketing skills in order to write something deeper than 140 characters of a tweet or facebook status.  Like say, a novella? A novel? A series of novels?

Do people really make the time to pen something inside of a notebook rather than using that vital 10 minutes to browse facebook? 15 minutes to chat?  A series of interconnected networking still seems empty.  Taking a chance of filling it in with the time to fulfill the urges of writing is far better.  Then, somehow, you are connecting to other people in a far deeper way.

A chance I will take.  Once I tackle those dishes, of course.

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Edited to Add:  After publishing this, I saw an acquaintance of mine post this on facebook.  Makes me laugh that this happened, but I love the picture.  And it bolsters my commitment to my writing projects and living life the way I want to.  Perhaps it will do the same for you.

Beautiful Ideas

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