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Staring at a blank page is like staring into a snowfield. The snow, untouched by civilization and unmarked by living creatures, blinds you for a few minutes, it glistens reflecting subtle shades of pure white and rainbows at odd angles. If you stare at the snow too long, you get lost in the interplay of light and shadow. As the day wears on, you become awestruck at the beauty of the snow's perfection. You marvel at the way an oak tree cast its ebony shadow across the pure white snow. You watch the tree's shadow change, grow and shrink, as Earth turns and the sun moves from morning to evening. If you stand out in the snow too long without moving, you risk snow bite or freezing. If you are fortunate, a red fox will walk across your line of sight. The fox will leave his footprints written in the snowfield. As you watch the fox move, the spell holding you in one spot staring at the snow is broken. You are free to go inside out of the cold and out of danger. I must say, writing 500 words a day isn't difficult, unless I'm attempting to write on a single subject. On Monday, October 28, 2013, I began posting my weekly goals at "Weekly Goals"  . On Tuesday, October 29, 2013 I began keeping track of may accomplished goals in this journal."O SON OF BEING! Bring thyself to account each day ere thou art summoned to a reckoning; for death, unheralded, shall come upon thee and thou shalt be called to give account for thy deeds." Bah'u'll'h The Hidden Words of Bah'u'll'h, Part I.'From the Arabic, #31, page 11 'Heinlein's Rules for Writers Rule One: You Must Write Rule Two: Finish What Your Start Rule Three: You Must Refrain From Rewriting, Except to Editorial Order Rule Four: You Must Put Your Story on the Market Rule Five: You Must Keep it on the Market until it has Sold' Robert A. Heinlein It is enjoined upon every one of you to engage in some form of occupation, such as crafts, trades and the like. We have graciously exalted your engagement in such work to the rank of worship unto God, the True One. Ponder ye in your hearts the grace and the blessings of God and render thanks unto Him at eventide and at dawn. Waste not your time in idleness and sloth. Occupy yourselves with that which profiteth yourselves and others. Thus hath it been decreed in this Tablet from whose horizon the day-star of wisdom and utterance shineth resplendent. Baha'u'llah, Tablets of Baha'u'llah Revealed After the Kitab-i-Aqdas, Pages 21-29: gr 32 I changed the way I did entries in this book several times. Beginning on March 21, 2018 the entries will cover the topics of spiritual, inspirational, and religions. However, the genres it will be under are Women's, Inspirational, and Spiritual with a tag of Religious. |
Fiḍál (Grace), 18 Sulṭán (Sovereignty) 175 B.E. - Tuesday, February 5, 2019 My Muse Is A Skin Changer1 I discovered that my muse is a skin changer. It morphs into another creature or item with each genre and subject I write in or about. When I write about nature, my muse becomes an olive tree. As the wind blows through its leaves my words are transformed into bires nesting in its branches. When I write poetry, my muse becomes a timber wolf stalking stanza and line through the forest of metaphor and simile. When I write a personal essay, my muse is transformed into a crown of glory illuminating a snow capped peak . As the crown disappears in morning's light, the rays of the sun melts the snow blocking the paths of my creativity. Ever day and every hour, my muse changes revealing a different aspect with each story, article, essay, or poem I write. I never know in what guise my muse will appear until it materializes. Knowing this about my muse, has helped me to recognize it when it appears to me. Gratitude List For 18 Sulṭán Today I am thankful...  ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today. ...for the banana I had with my coffee this morning. ...that I have completed 3 poems of the 200 I am writing to celebrate the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab. The third poem is "The Great Trumpet Has Sounded" . ...for the spaghetti and meat sauce I had for lunch. ...that De colored my hair today. ...for the Arizona sweet iced tea I have for my afternoon snack. ...that I found some more of my Mother's poems.Footnotes |
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