This And That (Writing Compilation)

           Something Else (Non-Fiction Experiment)

             Between the gray and the light, the day and the night I am thinking once again. Looking upon new roads and the light that makes them call us to journey there. Between the two I'm travelling, first in soul then in steps, taking a walk down these once discouraging ways that lingered long and became something else.

            "Walking on a winter's edge. Venturing through the frozen forest the timid deer takes new steps into a bright new day. He's afraid, yet curiousity bids him go forward; so he does. Hope gives him grace to continue. Light encourages him to move into the new warm unknown that grows his courage with each step." . Here I reflect on a fictitious animal written, find peace on the ever changing path again as I create again and find the grace to. Here I'm finding empowerment again, rest to create, and the courage to be honest yet encouraging as I do; thank You Jesus for inspiration!

              Correcting (Non-Fiction)

                Correcting time, where mistakes were made, then made right. Correcting lost, making much of an opportunity disguised as a setback, filing not with more but better. Correcting the out of sorts aimless ways to give God praise and raise a new standard; here on the hard road of living, where a welcomed pit stop only propelled good and renewal that I fully embrace.

One Line Wednesday (Non-Fiction Experiment)

 One line Wednesday, working words, making minutes matter, making more margin.

                  From These (Non-Fiction)

            I'm a shadow of myself, walking through the shadows and valleys of hardships. I'm worn in the journey through these hidden places called intense struggle; and yet I'm still walking forward. I don't always see the next path in the darkness, but I always see the next step in front of me. I don't always know the path I must take, but I see the light up ahead creeping into the vast caverns I am venturing through; and so I continue. 

             I'm battered from these battles, still I carry on in a God-given strength with each step towards the light of grace and hope. I keep going across the uneven terrain and up from these lowlands of struggle where I am resolute. It's been deafening at times as the walls echo discouragement and visions replay consistently in my soul of the worst battles fought to even get here; still I continue onward.

              I begin to shut the ears of my soul and stop listening. I shift my focus from the visions of failures through exhausting battles to overcome as I look forward through God-given truth and encouragement that breaks through this downtrodden soul. Here I press on, remembering this as I make way through the shadows toward the light: I am not alone, and I will rise again as Jesus picks me up and bids me, "Carry on; WE can do this, TOGETHER." ; so I take His hand, and we do. For I am not alone.

             When Shadows Are Long (Non-Fiction)

          When shadows are long, and you struggle to carry on; how do you? When the valleys are low, very low, and you don't know where to go; where do you go? When Hope feels tied, bound to the temporary; how do you hope? You speak truth to the shadows, truth to the valleys, truth to the dark chains and prisons that would dare hold you in shame and endless destruction if left to leave their full marks upon you. You step into Forgiveness and Grace, received from God, given through Jesus, and rest upon the grace, forgiveness, mercy and restoration that will follow; but you must step into them to find freedom. The darkness will not last forever, but we must walk out of it as light calls us free, the light of Jesus in His presence. This is the Grace, Mercy, and Redemption that is known in Him through His presence and working power; something I'm grateful for.

            Is Not (Non-Fiction Experiment)

             When my head is heavy, my body too, when I need to create, but don't know how to. When the release is needed, creativity is heeded, and we walk together somehow through the tired roads of life.

             "Try.", inspiration says, and I begin to write.

Resilience spurring me on with each word given.

Yielding not to the exhaustion, I create consistently.

           " 'Could I walk?' the lonely worn traveller asks, casting a long gaze upon a frozen lake he is standing before. Fearful. Paralyzed. Yet curiousity calls him out, this winter hiker simply needing to get back to a trail he lost. One step, then two, upon the frozen lake before him. It's thick, it holds. He takes the last route available to him out of lost ", and I with him, this fictitious adventurer and I. We cross the unknown and the exhausted, and the freedom is real, even when the character is not. 

            Four (Acrostic Nonfiction Experiment)

           Finding a way through gray days. 

On the worst of moment hope shows. 

Under overcast seasons of living I hope still..

Remembering where Jesus has led me then.

                  Wonder (Non-Fiction)

         The wonder of children at all things new. This child-like nature available to grownups; but are we really grownup? Joy in the beginning, lost, or perhaps forgotten along the way. Here I am reflecting on this way, one of life found in little lives growing, may they grow up in more joy, along with us adults to truly live. 

Building Here (Non-Fiction Experiment)

Building here, in one line, on one busy Tuesday.

              As Another Day Wakes (Fiction)

          He'll try, reaching again as another day wakes; and he with it. He'll get back up and dare to hope, from a wheelchair that will not keep him, even if it keeps his body, learning some new ways to live despite a childhood experience that left him physically crippled.

Could It Work? (Non-Fiction Experiment I Wrote)

            "Could it work?", asking again as another attempt is made. One stroke made, then turn as color brings it to life, physical action giving it usefulness. Here they create, the painter and the builder, making an automated chair lift work for the handicapped, a colorful one that lifts a soul as well as a body" ; here I create too, one more moment of margin and encouragement as I write fictitious characters and stories to life that would encourage life and creativity again. 

          One (Acrostic Non-Fiction Experiment)

         One day on a cold Monday I write once more. 

Needing margin I pen purpose on a page again. 

Even in the cold and the busy I still write; to live.

I think on what I could create, and I draw a blank. 

Maybe some character going through a struggle? 

Maybe something inventive in a new way of writing? 

I think on what I could create, and I draw a blank. 

I long to create, though I know not what. 

So I simply write to stir up creativity's embers. 

I think on what I could create, and I draw a blank. 

Maybe some character going through a struggle? 

Maybe some character like me as I write another hybrid piece to find some peace in a mundane and cold work day; one like today.

Will Work (6-Word Non-Fiction Experiment)

Writing words; where Wednesday will work.

                         Speaking (Fiction)

           Two birds speaking in their native language to one another at a distance. Two birds echoing back and forth the same patterns, one then the other, a mystery to humanity while each winged conversationalist understands each other perfectly. Nearby by a man watches the bird that started to the whole conversation, curious as to what these two chatty creatures are communicating. It's beautiful, astounding, their speech that is a song to the rest of creation! He watches and listens in amazement as they speak once more, as their conversation continues on with wonder. "You okay Frank?", says the one bird. "Yeah. A cat almost got me down on Sixth Street, so be careful.", the bird far off in the distance warns with concern in his words. "I will Frank; you too. I wonder what that human that keeps watching me down below is doing; he's starting to freak me out. ", Fred replies.

                    Visiting Again (Non-Fiction)

            The light is fading, outside. The dark is visiting again on another day through, another way through; through a busy Saturday. Night shows up faster than expected, still light is here, the light of hope. Night is joining the journey, and I will walk through, remembering it's a passing moment through the hustle where I refuse to let busy break me with each word of margin penned. 

                Orange In The Night (Non-Fiction)

           A pale orange moon says "Look!" , and I do; of a rearview moment in a busy moment, through a rear car window. "Look once more!", the summons of life calling me to appreciate wonder, even in the night. I stop and look, look again, and then once more, realizing something I didn't before: it's not pale, as the orange calming glow soothes this worn soul. 

         I consider this remarkable sight, orange in the night, letting the beautiful light of life stir the child-like nature in me again; even in the night.

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