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Respectful Advice Needed – What to Do for an Elusive Muse

So, my writing friends.  I’m sure you’ve been in this situation before, so I will explain my dilemma, and you tell me what works for you.  Okay?    Over the summer, I fell in love with blogging and found more content than I could possibly get on a blog.  My heart was on a high, my creativity flourished, my writing world was filled with wonder.  And then…reality hit and I had to go back to school.  I became absorbed in that world because that’s what my students deserved.  However, any writer/artist knows, that when your world is filled with something else, especially work, the muse becomes elusive….creativity sometimes is dried up.

My New Year’s goal was just get bottom in seat.  Because at least when I got my bottom in the seat something would happen.   But hmmm…not so good.  I feel like one of those capsules my little first graders get that are holding a mystery shrunken creature just waiting for some great water to pour on top and reveal what I am.

You can be my water!

YOUR TURN:  When you find yourself stuck, what do you write about?   How do you get your creative juices flowing?  Do you go to a book and answer random questions?   Do you start random challenges?

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IF YOU AND I HAD COFFEE, WHAT WOULD YOU TELL ME?

What’s your formula?  I’m all ears.

Happy Sunday my friends.  Marie

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Writing Lessons from a Six Year Old

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Have you ever talked with a six year old about writing?  You would be astounded at the advice these kids can give you in a short amount of time.  Most of the time, they teach me.

When I asked them a simple question, what do you know that good writers do?   Here are their answers:

* Write, write, write.   (My 86 year old father-in-law says so too.)

*  think, think, think

* A writer’s work is never done.

* Never stop

AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE:

* “Listen to the master.”   When he first said it, he was looking at me.  And then I reframed it and said, “Who is the master of your writing?”  “And then he said with a resounding enthusiasm, “I AM!”   So I refined it even more,  “Listen to that still small voice.”

If you ever need advice on writing or anything in life, ask a six year old.  They’re honest, and they haven’t been away from the true source for too long.

Have a happy Sunday, and may you write, write, write and heal, heal, heal. ~Namaste.


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“My Soul is Summoned”

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My Soul is Summoned

My soul is summoned,
on barren lands,
in the middle of nowhere,
alone, it stands,
free.

 

My Soul Summons me to Peaceful surrounds, to Light without sounds, to Love

without Boundaries.

 

My soul is summoned to answer calls
Reverberating through subtle halls
Where mankind has dwelt for far too long
Deciding what is right and wrong.
Step outside, there is no quiz
Eternity just simply is.

 

My soul is summoned on wings to fly

High above an earthly sky

To take flight to a new world

A place with love, peace and flags unfurled

 

What will be there when you arrive?

Not for you to know, only to thrive.

Trust yourself and be off to explore

It is for you to love and nothing more.

 My soul summon me through fire rise
cast ash greyed mystery disguised
walk no need to hide the eyes
what calls to see but cross the water
these pawmarks, mine,
and most of all, for this to know
that I am she, am this, forever soul

 

 

CONTRIBUTORS:  Me,  Forgotten Meadows, Booknvolume, Rob McShane, Phoenix Tears Healed

 


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Poetry Collaboration – “My Soul is Summoned”

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A most lovely poet at Forgotten Meadows has started a collaborative poem trend, two of my favorite things, poetry and collaboration!  So, in honor of her, and to see what juicy words come, here is my starting phrase:   “My Soul is Summoned…”

Isn’t it a curious phrase?  What is your soul summoned to do?

It will be open until next Friday, the 27th, and I will make sure your contribution is posted in the order it comes.  I look forward to seeing your “magic.”  And hearing what you are summoned to do.

Happy poeting…(yes, poetry is an action!)

My Soul is Summoned

My soul is summoned,
on barren lands,
in the middle of nowhere,
alone, it stands,
free.

 

My Soul Summons me to Peaceful surrounds, to Light without sounds, to Love

without Boundaries.

 

My soul is summoned to answer calls
Reverberating through subtle halls
Where mankind has dwelt for far too long
Deciding what is right and wrong.
Step outside, there is no quiz
Eternity just simply is.

 

My soul is summoned on wings to fly

High above an earthly sky

To take flight to a new world

A place with love, peace and flags unfurled

 

What will be there when you arrive?

Not for you to know, only to thrive.

Trust yourself and be off to explore

It is for you to love and nothing more.

 My soul summon me through fire rise
cast ash greyed mystery disguised
walk no need to hide the eyes
what calls to see but cross the water
these pawmarks, mine,
and most of all, for this to know
that I am she, am this, forever soul

 

 

CONTRIBUTORS:  Me,  Forgotten Meadows, Booknvolume, Rob McShane, Phoenix Tears Healed

 

Wordless Wednesday – Because Sometimes Beauty IS the Words!

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WRITERS: Witnesses to the World

I used to think I was a writer.  I told myself I was because I wrote lots of journals when I was younger and tons of essays for college, threw down an occasional poem, wrote some cards and letters…but that was a lie.

BUT, you’re not a writer until you are engulfed in a world you can’t possibly have until you think eat and breathe writing…when you ache to get the beasts out of you…until you wrangle with demons and  journey and blockades you know nothing about and you begin to conquer them. that is when you begin to be a writer.

      A writer is a witness to life and beauty and heartache and a gamut of emotions. 

     A writer is tortured with a myriad of emotions that HAVE to get out.

     A writer experiences the desert…a time when the life of words does not exist and the land all around is barren.

I imagine that even now going through what I have this past year with my writing , one might still say I am not a writer…but I am beginning to understand the world of writing.  I am ready to be a witness to testify to the beauty and lessons learned…and to experience the greatest heartache when the words don’t come…to know that even one word has healed.

TELL ME:  What have you witnessed?    What are YOU writing?  I’d love to know your adventures.