Day 240: The Purpose of the Blade

I had a conversation last night about the way we change. How sometimes we are not stretched but instead compressed. It made me think of swords, how they are forged, how they function, and what their purpose is. We as human beings are in a never ending war against entropy. Like swords, we must be forged to become strong enough to fight back, and also like swords, we are only dangerous when we are moving.

The Purpose of the Blade

Day 142: There is a Lighthouse

If you haven’t read “The War of Art” and are professional creative an entrepreneur I highly recommend reading it. In it the opposing force to the creative spirit is named “resistance” and I’ve been fighting it this morning. The result is today’s poem. Not sure where the imagery came from.

There is a Lighthouse

Day 135: Purpose Driven Engine Two Point Oh

Got to thinking during my quiet time this morning about something my bride said to me about the way I have focused on becoming a writer. I am purpose driven. This year more so than any other time in my life. That said, I’ve been sluggish lately, especially in a creative capacity.

Good changes are in progress and I need to take advantage of the opportunities they are affording me. To do so I am going back to basics. Today I am returning the the goals that I set for myself this year. I am re-examining my processes and the balance in my life.

Purpose Driven Engine Two Point Oh

Day 182 & 184: Zenith; (Not) Working

Didn’t upload on Day 182 because I got caught up with my writing, ran out of time, and by the time I remembered I was supposed to actually share my poetry it was too late.

Day 183 happened to be my birthday and I don’t feel too badly admitting I was too caught up in the good things going on to write a poem.

Day 184, we’re all caught up.

I couldn’t help noticing some carryover from the themes of Monday’s poem to this morning’s entry. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to broken things and things that aren’t broken and when we give them our attention, when do we celebrate them. We have a very odd relationship with things that work and things that don’t. People too for that matter. It is absurdly complicated and doesn’t really make sense.

And I say all of this as one of the biggest offenders. When something works, when it does good, when it is steady and consistent and amazing, we ignore it until it isn’t. Instead we focus on repairing the broken. Is either right? Is either healthy? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Zenith

(Not) Working

Day 16: Magma Mosquito

There is nothing so frustrating as being presented with the opportunity to do what you love, to create something amazing, and finding yourself distracted or frustrated at every turn by countless little things that build up and go wrong until you finally just want to explode. Did not get done everything I wanted to today and pouring my frustration out here. Melodramatic? Probably. Mildly beneficial? Oh yes. Now, if only I didn’t feel like this poem is terrible. Oh well, revisit and revise, right?

Magma Mosquito