Category: Literary Journey

dig deep

You will find your purpose

shine bright

you will light your steps

discarded takings

left to find

usefulness

or death

watching politics is like watching fire ants in a shaken jar

Macbeth would take care of things nicely

to bed

to bed

To bed.

What dost thou do with archaic tomes

with shouts of “I don’t get this” echoing deep

Whom is this man who speaks so wrong

with grammar confused

and smites and smoes

Oh Macbeth you are so wrong

Poor Juliet glonned on the lost cause

The witched steal the show

This man of the past dead

not dead,

indeed crazed.

Greatness isn’t always

bought

Often found

hiding in a corner

Look! Things are a little different.

The way things look affect our perception of them. Even simple things like a blog facelift can determine whether we are attracted to it or repelled by it.

My new blog face is something I love, love, love.

Like it or leave it, this is the cycle of our world. There may be more depth if one investigates enough.

Look for more than you see, and you will see more.

Off in the distance, I hear cries. I no longer hear my name, just a din of doom. My fears escalate. The light increases imperceptibly as I struggle to make sense of the situation. I want to know. I need to know. But I don’t know.

Hopeless, I sit down, filling the ring of light with the girth of my form. The light drops to a shadow. It’s dim brilliance all but gone. I jump up as I feel if the light goes I will too. My actions reignite the glow, stronger than before. I discover my control.

I ask myself, what should I do next?

Two months of summer gone in a flash. I blinked and my To Do List still lives.

No deadlines.

Well none until the last week that is. So I still have a couple things hanging out to do. I had intended to spread them out through the weeks. I had intended to go the SeaWorld often. I had intended to go the Busch Gardens. I had intended to have a lush garden. I had intended…

What is it about intentions that hurt so much?

Unfulfilled plans and wishes leave a hunger, a starving dream that gnaws at the stomach, and ulcer than can only be cured by conversion from intention to action, by the food of completion.

Oh, there have been valid reasons for not meeting my summer goals (a severely sprained ankle for the most part), but that does not abate the worm of intention from boring into my brain. Even worse are the worms of neglect that drill holes in my relationships with others.

How do I rectify my drags? How do I rise above the abyss that hovers over the sea of despair that drowns my self-esteem, my worthiness?

I must soar to another land – the land of renewal. To meet the intention renewed. It’s never too late to change a miss to a hit. It’s never too late to redirect a fail to a success. It may be that I missed the timing, but I choose whether to miss the event or the opportunity to recreate one.

Has your summer met your expectations? It’s not too late to make it the best one yet.

Reading this has a cost. It costs you your time. I don’t want the price to be high, I try to keep it short (and hopefully of some thought-provoking meaning). It’s easier sometimes to just brush off something whether than to give it the time it requires to grow from an interaction with it.

I love learning. For me the cost is minimal in the learning of something because it’s such a pleasure to engage in the growth of mind. My mind is always active – sometimes more than I would like. Spilling Marbles is all about expanding the mind. Thinking about random or specific things. It is focused on growth – mine and yours.

What rings up the bill for me is putting something into action, especially in the physical activity arena. For example, I will spend hours planning the week ahead and implement (maybe) half of it. My brain fires on creating the route, but my body groans at the walk.

What is your greatest expense?