—Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)
Philosopher, Physician, Nobel Peace Prize Winner
*This is a quote that my BFF gave to me years ago. I’ve always treasured it and I keep it on my fridge with a magnet. Once in a while I will remember to stop and read it. Every time I do this, it stops me in my tracks. A wonderful and beautiful sentiment. I want to share this beautiful wish with you. May your life always be as blessed.
These Are My Wishes For You–
“May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand.
May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them.
May you find time in each day to see the beauty and love in the world around you.
May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on other’s judgement of your accomplishments.
May you always feel loved.”
-Sandra Sturtz
I’m sitting in my favorite room of the house, at my favorite spot, my writing desk. Well, my dining room table, actually.
Today is gray and cloudy and it has been raining here for several days. But when I sit here and look out the window, I don’t care what the weather is. I always have a beautiful view.
This room was deemed my favorite room the first time that I walked into this house and that opinion has not changed. The most amazing morning light graces these walls. That is, on the days that it’s sunny.
This room has a way of energizing me and relaxing me at the same time. I feel calm, yet I’m excited to sit down at keyboard and begin creating.
Creating. That’s a good word for it.
Tell me, do you have a favorite spot to write, to be creative? What is it about this spot that is special to you?
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What does my muse look like? A lot like me, but much younger She’s tall and lean with long flowing dark hair that is crazy-wild. Her eyes are full of fire and attitude. You wouldn’t mess with this girl. But who IS she exactly?
Sometimes, she’s right there on my shoulder, whispering delightfully witty prose into my ear. Other times, she’s stomping around the room, steam coming from her ears as she rants and raves about the injustices in her life. She can weep like a little girl with her first crush or spew sensual lines of love.
My muse also has an “I don’t give a sh*t” attitude sometimes. At these times, what ends up on the screen is not worth the effort it took to type it.
There are times when my muse is exhausting. Tap, tap, tapping at the keys, furiously trying to record the thoughts in her (my) head. I can barely keep up with the flow of her need to express herself.
Sometimes my muse disappears. She gives me no notice and doesn’t leave a note letting me know when or if she’ll be back. She’s terribly selfish at times like this.
But eventually, she comes back, perky and smiling, ready to provide me with more inspiration, ideas and the gift of expressing my inner thoughts.
I know my muse better than anyone else. Ever. But there are times when she surprises me. She can be very dark, ugly even. The things that she’s forced me to write make me shudder and shake my head with revulsion. I’m shocked at the brutality that comes forth. We somehow manage to reconcile and join forces again.
My muse is a shape-shifter. She’s an ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors, moods, and light. I love her and despise her. But I wouldn’t want to ever be without her.
Do you have a muse? What is your muse like?
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*This is a slightly revised version from its 2019 debut. I like it. I hope you do too.
They say “use it or lose it”. I think this saying applies to a lot of things in life, including writing.
To write and write well, you need to do the work. Put your butt in the chair and physically WRITE. Develop a habit of writing, schedule the time. MAKE the time.
I took about 6 months off from blogging. In December of last year, I simply had too much going on in my life to focus on my blog. I’m having a hard time getting my Mojo back!
I make it a point to sit down each morning and spend some quiet time on WordPress. I read through other’s posts. I look for Word Prompts, such as the Word of the Day Challenge and others.
I have a Friend that uses what he calls a “Word Bank”. I do something similar. I collect words and phrases that I hear or read that I find interesting. Such as lines from songs or things I’ve read, etc. This has reaped a LOT of of my writings.
I’ve posted a few of my own writings in the past months, but I’m not happy with them. Nothing seems to really spark my imagination!!
I’m looking for ideas! What do you turn to for inspiration when you are feeling uninspired??
Thank you for joining me on this journey! ❤
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Moments dissolve under my fingertips
meaningless
The spark
oh, that spark
how I chase you!
You tease me
tempt me
I dream of
the other side of the page
Blissful
virginal world
of my creation
The rush!
Spark ensnared!
Fleeting
elusive
Fingers fly
across the keyboard
before the
evaporation of
the Spark
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*Although this was originally written in 2019, I hope you
don't mind a repeat. Lately, I have been having trouble
getting that 'spark' back. I'm in pursuit again! :)
It’s nothing but
a few simple lines
Words you’ve
strung together
They seem innocent
without depth
to the non-discerning
eye
But to me
you have painted
a tapestry
a masterpiece
for the senses
With your words
I experience
your world
The textures and
colors come to life
The words
are transformed
into your voice
your whispers
and yes
even your touch
With a few simple lines
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
*This was inspired by my Dear Friend Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet. His “seeds of inspiration” was all I needed to write this. Thank you, Chuck, for your kindness and encouragement. Big ‘Ole Hugs! ❤
The bitch I sat there in my usual spot fingers poised awaiting her dominion It will begin as a trickle I peck my way across the page She takes hold and the scenes unfolding behind my eyelids magically find their way to the page Magic It really does feel like magic She has hold of me My fingers glide unbidden forming the images in my mind's eye The world around me forgotten It's just me and the page This is the magic my muse wields for me But not today My Muse broke our appointment again The fickle bitch Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson *The original version of this was written in 2018. I liked it very much back then, but I've revised and refreshed it here. I hope you enjoy.
You know those friends that seem to get just a little pushy with your business on occasion? Well, I’ve got one of those. He’s pushy. Not so much like a direct push-you-down-the-stairs kind of way. But a sort of nagging, poke-you-in-the-ribs, gently, nudging, kind of way.
I have been feeling less than inspired these days and this friend took notice. We have become pen pals, of a sort. Those of you too young to know what a Pen Pal is, look it up! It’s fun! I’ve found that he’s a terrific listener. 🙂 With everything that is going on in this world, it’s important that we stay connected in some way, even if it cannot be in a physical way. Thank heavens for the internet, right? So I now have this new “connection” with someone that I haven’t had before. It’s been nice!
In a recent correspondence, my friend said to me, “Just Write! Don’t worry about what you do – Just Write and you can go back later and look at it again.
Not everything is a hit – Baseball players are stars with a batting average of .300 – only 3 out of 10 at bats with a hit.”
That is a terrific way to look at it, isn’t it?
I’m starting to get that itch again to write and have written a few things here and there. That “spark” has begun again!
So, Thank You, Dear Friend, for nudging me, poking at me and most of all for being there for me. ❤
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