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Rated: 18+ | Book | Personal | #1300042
Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life
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Such Longing: Poetry Of Nature Love
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Journalist turned blogger.
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Read me, don't read me. I'm going to dare you to read anyway.

I update my portfolio page as often as possible. glaedrfly Go there to see new messages. I also encourage you to read my notebook, biography and more. I'm always updating, because I am restless.

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My Journal  [13+]
This is my pulpit. I'm no preacher, just long to be heard like the rest of us.
by glaedrfly
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July 11, 2014 at 2:56pm
July 11, 2014 at 2:56pm
What Is It About Life...
Something I would like to expand upon one day. Want to share this for now:

What is it about life that makes us want to live? Is it the color and shape of things, the beauty of nature, the food that we crave to eat? Is it the love of a good mate, to share some dark secret? Is it the desire to own expensive, beautiful things? What is it about life that makes us want to live?

Are we vexed by some puzzle we must solve before going to our grave? Have we not learned from others the thirst unquenched on dying lips? Might we wield social power that make others envious, weak in their knees to be in our presence? What is about life that makes us want to live?

Are you waiting for an answer? Unsure what mystery could there possibly be yet unknown that could make life worth living? Innocence. We yearn to be young again, to be tempted by all that we desire and fantasy. Perhaps, we could, just read. There are millions of lives in books yet undiscovered with many truths yet uncovered that could shape our minds with true vision and purpose.

What is it about life that fuels our desire to live: fiction.
July 10, 2014 at 6:03pm
July 10, 2014 at 6:03pm
glaedrfly@twitter
I've been quiet. Good for me. Find me on twitter for latest.
June 15, 2014 at 3:06pm
June 15, 2014 at 3:06pm
Special Father's Day
The most discriminating person one could expect to have in their life is a mother-in-law. I have had my differences with my wife's mom, a retired elementary school teacher. But she sees right through me sometimes and never ceases to flatter me, especially on the occasion of Father's Day. Written in a card I received:

"Dear Brian,

I want to wish you a very happy Father's Day! You have such a wonderful family and we thank you for the wonderful Grandchildren you have given us.

You do so many things with them that makes Alex's and Maddie's lives special. You especially make books come alive for them as you create so many characters in your reading. What a wonderful gift you have for this. It's given them wonderful ability to become characters as well in reading and drama.

All of your playing with them has given them so many wonderful memories to treasure throughout their lives. You have been such a good example to them for enjoying life and the love you have for them has shown through in all you do for them.

May God continue to guide you, walk beside you and bless you always."



I cannot accept too much credit because I am paying it forward from a 'wonderful' teacher in my mother who shared her love of books and life with me. Hearing these words helps me warmly remember a woman who will walk beside me throughout life.





June 15, 2014 at 2:49am
June 15, 2014 at 2:49am
The Audacity of Hope
"There has been much emphasis on the audacity of hope, and hope as the energizer of dreams and visions, the warm glow, the bright ray. ... Perhaps it is time to also reflect on the atrocity of hope. I have come to see it as wasteful and unproductive. ... It intervenes in the process of reckoning with the present with clarity about things as they are; it presents itself as a companion of the "miracle," where we expect outcomes without our play/agency. It keeps us wedded to our particular hypothesis. It asks of us to put our faith in specific possibilities regardless of probability."

Very long, sad, but illuminating story:

http://www.cnn.com/2014/06/14/world/asia/malaysia-airlines-families-narendran/in...


June 9, 2014 at 9:15am
June 9, 2014 at 9:15am
Peony, I'm your ant
Let me crawl over your face
Our love could blossom.
May 28, 2014 at 12:06pm
May 28, 2014 at 12:06pm
RIP Maya Angelou
My comments on Maya Angelou today:

Https://www.twitter.com/glaedrfly

May 23, 2014 at 3:09am
May 23, 2014 at 3:09am




"Ol' 55"

Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55
As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.

Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,
Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.

And it's six in the morning, gave me no warning; I had to be on my way.
Well there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights are all flashing,
I'm on my way home from your place.

And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer,
Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger.

And my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.

Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck,
Freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks...


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tomwaits/ol55.html
May 19, 2014 at 7:47am
May 19, 2014 at 7:47am
Learning To Fly & Love


Everything she knows about truth, about beauty:
a severed flower from its stem,
the frog she captured from the pond,
the baby bird that fell from its nest,
trapped by her ever loving arms;
the blossom wilts in ample water,
the neglected frog withers alone,
spared not by her kiss,
while the little robin learns to fly,
because mommy and daddy know what's best.




May 15, 2014 at 7:38am
May 15, 2014 at 7:38am
Poem In Newsletter
Whenever I get a bump in traffic, I know I've had something featured in a newsletter. After a little investigation, I found my poem "Hidden Flower [E] was featured here:

http://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/6313-Religion-vs-Spir...

May 14, 2014 at 1:07pm
May 14, 2014 at 1:07pm
Helium.com Is Dead


Just got the email today that the site will be shutting down at the end of the year:


May 14, 2014
You are receiving this email because you have been identified as either an active or inactive Helium Publishing community member.

NOTICE: The Helium Publishing 360 sites will be available on a read-only basis effective May 21, 2014 and will continue to be available on a read-only basis until December 15, 2014. During this period, if you have an existing Account, you will continue to have access to your Account and accrue potential earnings, but you will not be able to add more content to the Helium Publishing 360 sites or create a new Account. If you have attained the Minimum Payout Threshold, which currently is set at $25.00, we strongly encourage you to withdraw your earnings because the Helium Publishing 360 sites will terminate on 12/15/14 and you will no longer have access to your Account.
Dear Helium Community,

After eight years and well over one million articles, we regret to announce that Helium Publishing will be closing. Here are the key dates that impact you:

May 21, 2014
- the Helium Publishing 360 sites will become "read only" and no article changes or revisions will be possible
- no new work can be completed or created in the Helium Network dashboard
- new member registration for Helium Publishing 360 sites will cease

December 15, 2014

- advertising revenue share will cease
- you will no longer be able to access your Account
- all 27 of the Helium Publishing 360 sites will shut down and your articles will not be available via the microsites
- access to the Helium Network dashboard and your ability to retrieve your Helium Publishing articles, message others, and request payment will be terminated

What about my earnings?
Your Account will be accessible until December 15, 2014 so that you can view and (if applicable) request a final payout. Your tax ID and a valid PayPal account are required to process and receive payment. Details about accrual and earnings can be found in the FAQs, available in Announcements and in the Helium discussion forum.

What about my open assignments?
The workflow portion of the Helium Network will be disabled on May 21, 2014, and you will not be able to work on any assignments.

What happens to my articles?
You may download your work by following the instructions available in Announcements and in the Helium discussion forum.

What if I have questions?
You'll be able to reach us through the Helium HelpDesk and Helium discussion forums. In addition, an FAQ is available in the discussion forum and in the Helium Network dashboard.

For many of you, Helium Publishing has been more than a place to hone your writing skills; it's been a place to call home, a community to connect with friends and like-minded creatives. Thank you for making Helium a nurturing space for new and emerging writers. It's been an amazing and gratifying journey, and we're grateful you were part of it all. Good luck in your future writing endeavors.

Very sincerely,
The Helium Publishing Team

May 10, 2014 at 3:22am
May 10, 2014 at 3:22am
Maybe, this sums it up....






April 19, 2014 at 4:57pm
April 19, 2014 at 4:57pm
The Mix
I will say things in writing to a person that I would not say to someone in person. Does this make me a coward or does corresponding through social media allow us greater access to expression?

Now, I will say there are limitations. Inflections, gestures, tone and some of the give and take in certain scenarios are missing. There are certain intimacies that cannot be duplicated in words. The beauty of it for a writer is to try. Can we find the right words to move another? There is power in these conveyances, if we can strike a chord with a reader.

I long for those internet embraces. I will be the first to admit I have shortcomings, but am learning every day the impact my words have had on others. I know humility and I know love. It is a bittersweet mix.

April 19, 2014 at 2:53pm
April 19, 2014 at 2:53pm
Mining Days
I'm always intrigued by old stories from my hometown. Was doing a bit of digging today and found a very unusual story. Reporters back then wrote like they were giving first hand accounts, seldom using attribution. Though this piece is published in Kalamazoo, I suspect the information was either taken from a local paper or reporter. It almost reads like fiction.


WHIRLED IN A SHAFT
Fatal Injuries to Two Mill Employes at Iron Mountain

Iron Mountain, Mich., July 8--Kim Harvey, a millwright, with a man named Price for an assistant, was engaged in repairing a pulley in the Metropolitain Lumber company's mill, when the machinery suddenly started. Harvey's clothing was caught, and he was whirled around the shaft. In one of the revolutions his feet struck Price, who was on a beam above, knocking him some distance. Price struck on the floor squarely on his head and received injuries that may result in his death. Harvey continues to revolve around until every article of clothing excepting one shoe had been stripped from his person, when he dropped to the floor. Strange as it may seen, none of his limbs were broken, his injuries being of an internal nature. He cannot live. -Kalamazoo Gazette, July 9, 1898



English was like a second language in an area packed full of immigrants. I remember visiting homes as a paperboy where old women only spoke German or Scandanavian and being told by my friends, their neighbors or grand kids, that they never wanted to learn English.

The stories of lives lost in mining accidents in our area are quite sad and yet a way of life. Makes me think of the old movies where people struggled to make a few bucks to feed their family, even if it meant life or limb. My grandpa worked in the mine until he went on disability in 1933. He inhaled a good amount of stuff in his lungs that made it difficult to work underground again.

He came to America in 1893 at the age of 15 and settled in Iron Mountain. Second from right, Grandpa in the very old days at the bar where I learned to drink.



April 14, 2014 at 8:51pm
April 14, 2014 at 8:51pm
Blood Red Moon Prophecy
I'll have blood shot eyes if I stay up tonight and watch the first of the tetrad, that is, the first of four blood red moons over the northern hemisphere during the next 18 months. And there's a little story about a biblical prophecy about the end of days connected to this.

http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/article/20140413/GPG0101/304130349/Look-up-B...
April 11, 2014 at 3:28pm
April 11, 2014 at 3:28pm
Character Driven Life
I get it. Watching a character struggle with self-doubt is a turn off. We want our flawed hero to be optimistic because we are on a fence of our own. We read for escape and not to be dragged back down into the morass that we elude on a daily basis.

Conflict-resolution becomes a sticky subject to tackle, because a writer wants to implant his own insecurities to supplant in the escalating action. To be honest with ourselves, there are few true supermen and their stories are seldom dramatic like the struggles of a loner who yearns to fit in. Maybe, one that picks up that sword to battle the white page and hope that someone will respond to the visions in words spilled forth.

The separating line between fiction and reality is a clear division, but one that this writer wants to blur a little more each day. I spend x amount of time with the distraction of a good tale and x amount of time surrounding myself with a support network. But, when you cannot control the ratio? A lot of time alone leads to delusion.

May happy times lie ahead in the words with good friends and our readers.



April 11, 2014 at 12:42am
April 11, 2014 at 12:42am
Give Someone A Chance
I've been rereading my first blog, from the beginning, and remembering what I struggled with and how optimistic I was starting on the path here. I became disillusioned, as I am sure many have, because my expectations were not met. I yearn to find a place in this internet dungeon where I can envision a glimmer, just a crack of light to help me escape. I want to get back what little innocence I had when I started here and begin again. Just doesn't seem like I will find what I am looking for here, maybe nowhere.

Embrace those newbies and let them know they are loved and don't quit on them during their awkward phases and struggles for worth and recognition. Expect people to be a little unreasonable. Be patient and help them understand, if you truly are angels. Unconditional support will help them see, while I still cope with this self-imposed dark hole I put myself into.

April 9, 2014 at 2:45am
April 9, 2014 at 2:45am
The Force


Never gets old.
April 7, 2014 at 4:01pm
April 7, 2014 at 4:01pm
Chevelle
Glad they're back...



April 6, 2014 at 11:38am
April 6, 2014 at 11:38am
Find Your Will...Break Through
I had a break through this morning thanks to the sermon in church. Found some words about John Wesley that I can apply to my life. I have been living in the flesh and not in the spirit. Whether or not I am accepted by god, which it feels I am not, I can be more spiritual. That means appreciating life again and stop stressing over the details. I just need to do what makes me happy. I could appreciate more time with the kids and find a balance that does not include wiling away the hours in places I am not welcomed with open arms or lifted high on shoulder for the things I know I do well. Got to find my voice, then my audience and preach!

Okayyyy, need to tone it down a bit.

I was blessed by a good mother and corrupted by a soulless, loathesome man whose approval I never won. You would think over ten years after his death his influences on me could be unshackled. I could live by my own convictions that could fill this soul daily. Need those little deposits in the bank, a therapist once told me. Well, I'm not earning any dividends by wasting my time with trivial, mind numbing endeavors. Time to move on.

No seriously, I need to get up and go now. Take my feet off the couch and go live life. Outdoors, it's nice out? I'm going to get to it. Starting a checklist that starts with Find Your Will.

April 6, 2014 at 2:47am
April 6, 2014 at 2:47am
Bunker Down
I'm in the bath again. The waves are washing over me, trying to take me out to sea, I've tethered myself to the mast. Wish me luck as I sail aimlessly on this lost sea. Want to wash ashore in some forgotten paradise. Alone with nature is what I plead.

I want to medicate, but I'm a big boy now. Learning to deal with these emotions with the chemicals in this vessel is all I require.

I hate what I become and that few can comprehend why I am me. It's hard to seek love, earn it, keep it because the monster wants to kill the Dr. Jekyll inside. I'm sorry to those I have wronged.

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ID: 1292664 (ASR)
Are You Safe In Your Houses? 
My commentary on misunderstandings with depression and the denial.
by glaedrfly

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