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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. |
Jalál (Glory), 4 Núr (Light) 176 B.E. - Saturday, June 8, 2019 Facebook Status Update For Friday, June 7 You know you're getting old when you walk into the kitchen and ask: "What did I come after?" And decide that the best solution to the problem is another cup of coffee. Facebook Status Update For Saturday, June 8 Saturday morning The smoke alarm is sounding Breakfast is ready Gratitude List For 4 Núr Today I am thankful ...  ...that my Bank of America account is not overdrawn today. ...for chocolate doughnut to go with my coffee. ...that I have 55,200 points in my YouGov account. ...for the Arizona sweet ice tea I had this afternoon. ...that I have 32 points in my Survey Junkie account. ...for the cream soda I had with my evening meal. ...that I have $16.27 in my Vindale research account.Like battalion marching to war, Transporting victims of slaughter, Waves are marching into the shore. Pushing lathered whitecaps before, swells transport debris and water, Like battalions marching to war. As birds echoing the breakers roar, Scavenge the sea edge for fodder, Waves are marching into the shore. Suffers paddle away from the shore, Advancing past the breakwater. Like battalions marching to war. Billows recite ancient sea lore, As tourist ramp in the water, Wave are marching into the shore. Disgorging refuse on the shore, The sea returns our waste water: Like battalions marching to war, Waves are marching into the shore. Footnotes |
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