Forty Plus Miles

Tired thoughts take time; take time to triumph. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

One opportunity opening; opening optimism. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

 Side note about the piece below: This piece below serves as a reminder of encouragement for anyone who is struggling to create good and constructive habits in their daily lives; even when it's hard, or you are just beginning. What makes this an experiment is how it's only four words, and two of the first two words and the last two words both express the same encouragement in words that begin with the same first letter. Sharing this to be a blessing to anyone who is struggling with stewardship as my family and I often do, especially in busy times.  Prevails (4-Word Poetic Experiment) Continue consistency; perseverance prevails! Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Sidenote About This Piece: The experiment with this piece is the rhyming scheme I sought to do in processing thoughts and ideas here; just clarifying that.                  There's (Nonfiction Experiment)        Until there's new, I continue through. Until there's rest, I'll do my best. Little by little, somewhere in the middle. Looking again, reflecting on where I'm going and where I've been.          Until there's new, I continue through, wondering if this is the "new", where I unknowingly grew a little in the middle, learning to live more in right now instead of only asking "how" with what's ahead. I think in this there's a grace in it that God said. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be bles...

 Sidenote About The Piece Below: Been learning about a poetry style called Sijo . It has 14-16 syllables per line totalling 44-46 syllables. It's apparently also a song type. Below is my first attempt. Sharing this to encourage someone today if you're struggling with hard things you're seeking to achieve as I am. From Sunday  Taking it in, the light after a rainy weekend.  Little bird catching the warmth past a cold morning start; and I see. Welcoming the day and warmth missed by us both; from Sunday. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

One word then two, using compressed time to make time, to live... even in the busy; nothing is a wasted. Nothing is waste. Making the most of little, nothing is wasted, only used fully and made powerful. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

 Sidenote About The Piece Below: Been learning about a poetry style called Sijo . It has 14-16 syllables per line totalling 44-46 syllables. It's apparently also a song type. Below is my first attempt. Sharing this to encourage someone today if you're struggling with hard things you're seeking to achieve as I am. Between The Moments Between the moments, where bright and sunny meet this worn soul. Somewhere in a winter that is shifting between extremes. I am found looking past the shifting clouds, deep within my soul. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Between the towns I travel, glance to one side then the other, and refocus toward the long flat road before me. Between places I drive, wonder about these unusual regions, ones of activity and silence both, meet the occasional passing vehicle, and think to myself, "I wonder where they're going down Seventy Eight, between the towns it stretches?". Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

 Sidenote: Been learning about a poetry style called Sijo . It has 14-16 syllables per line totalling 44-46 syllables. It's apparently also a song type. Below is my first attempt. Sharing this to encourage someone today if you're struggling with hard things you're seeking to achieve as I am. One Line (First Sijo attempt)  One line, walking through the syllables, counting counting the words here.  In a winter season, simply writing something new today. Speaking differently as colors and light warm my way today. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

 Note About The Piece Below: This was written while looking at a Walgreens and seeing rectangular shapes in the physical building inspiring me to write a Pantoum poem for a prompt that was for writing a Pantoum poem including your favorite shape. Use what you have to create; it's there if we'll just look.  Right In Front Of Me Right in front of me I see the now obvious. Looking again where surprise is my response. Amazed I didn't consider it before. Grateful for inspiration to write. Looking again where surprise is my response. Brick and large letters tell me, "Look here!". Grateful for inspiration to write. Staring for moments at the shape of it all. Brick and large letters tell me, "Look here!". Seeing what leaves me dumbfounded. Staring for moments at the shape of it all. Here before this rectangular business. Seeing what leaves me dumbfounded. Amazed I didn't consider it before. Here before this rectangular business. Right in front of me I s...

What's in the moment but life, hope, and the opportunity to truly live beyond existing. What's in the moment in a day but the open doors to be, be present as much as possible, be grateful and content as much as possible.           What's in the moment, multiplied over and over again in a twenty-four hour span that we would call all day? What's in these tiny compounded moments we all call living but the grace to have joy, a faith found in Jesus that good through Him is possible no matter the circumstances, that all will turn out good when we simply seek to trust Him. What's in these moments? Moments. Moments where life and the living of it are much more than our to-dos, shoulds, and have-tos. They are our gets tos, cans, and will be able tos where we enjoy while fulfilling daily responsibilities and ours obligations that make life truly worth living. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life ...

Sidenote About The Piece Below: My family and I experienced A LOT of rain one year in our region, so much so that it caused alot of stress. God was showing me afterwards it was S.A.D. (seasonal effective disorder). He has been healing from that time since, but when bad weather enters our area I struggle. It's not that I can't do anything, I just wrestle with good attitudes and approaches throughout (especially on bad weather days like today, where it's tough to do my job that requires me to work primarily outside). This piece is showing that struggle and how God is redeeming those broken parts of me. Maybe this could bless someone else also.         I Look (Non-fiction ) Past our clouds I look, seeking the sun again. Past our rain I gaze, taking time to remember, "It will not rain for forever. It will not rain forever; the clouds will empty some time.". Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in some...

 Note About The Piece Below: Sometimes we need a "faith" of sorts, faith that says, "You can do this (produce something good); even when you fail. There is still freedom EVEN in failing (when we're trying to create good, whatever that good is).", and this begins to replace fear of failing. This piece was written in THAT mindset. Maybe that will bless someone today.  From (10-Word Poetic Experiment) Fight for faith, for freedom from fear; freedom from failing.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Sidenote: This piece was written in the struggle to learn consistency in healthy tasks and habits, when discipline is tough and plans don't work out easily. It's an encouragement piece. Maybe this can bless someone else as it blessed me today.  Continue (A 4-Word Poetic Experiment) Continue consistency. Continue consciously. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

         Stopping, listening, if only for a second or two, minute or two. Listening as life happens, paying attention with full attention as life greets life in a morning time. Listening as life happens, paying attention with full attention as mother says good morning to son and a beautiful moment of remembering what matters happens and becomes an example for us all.             No rush for the time, even in limited time, drinking in the quality over quantity, considering again in little moments that life is lived and can be redeemed from busy, in spite of busy, that only leaves burn out. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

Larger pauses in living; taking time to be.  More rest in restless; to create well.  Better pauses in "semicolons" of life; to be restored from the hustle. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!