YIKES! I changed up things today and abandoned my routines and systems. The result? I completely forgot about writing today’s poem until just a few moments ago!
It’s funny how a little change can lead to things slipping away and the very recognition of that loss can serve as inspiration for recovering what was forgotten and building upon it.
My bride is home–cannot tell you enough how ecstatic that makes me. She’s definitely my touchstone. While she was away, I slipped from my routine and things I meant to get done quickly ended up takin much longer. Today, waking up with her, I was able to leap right back into things and completed a major milestone with one project and took the first major step in another, unrelated project. The momentum of completing the one fed into the other, which is the inspiration for today’s poem.
Speaking of inspiration and poetry, the first contest I’ll be looking to enter is called Wergle Flomp. Sound interesting? Sign up for The Daily Poet and I’ll tell you about it in our next newsletter! This one looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun.
You ever have your whole day planned out? You’re proud of it. Know that you’re going to be productive. Pleased that you’ve managed to work everything together just so. Why, your schedule is practically a work of art.
Then a phone call. Good news or bad. Disruption. The plans are shattered and you’re left rushing forward through the day trying to pick up as many of the original pieces as you can along the way. Blessings in disguise and lessons to be learned here.
I am one of those people who does exceptionally well when I know what is going to happen. Routines, systems, habits–these things help to energize and propel me forward. I like structure and knowing the next piece I’ll need to build with. There’s a power to this that is sacred and it occurred to me that like so many of the tools we have available at our fingertips in such abundance, how we use this tool, or misuse it, can alter the course of our entire life.
For the very first time our “day” doesn’t match up with our “date.” It’s a really good feeling. 32 days of poetry and counting! Just 333 more days of poetry to go! Love that number, 333.
Yesterday a rainstorm rolled through and left a blanket of fog covering everything. It’s still with us today and inspires this afternoon’s poem.
Enjoy the first poem of our second month on this creative journey.
What is your motivation? Is it powerful enough to light a fire inside of you to overcome the inertia called fear that life throws at us? If I could, I would burn away all trace of lethargy and hesitation from myself and hurl my energies into the act of creation.
Fear shall not paralyze me not kill my desire. I invite all who read this to join me in the quest to find the origin of our will power and with it, the agency to achieve.
I read a fascinating article the other day about a scientist in trouble in China for editing several embryos so that the children were immune to HIV. A brought this article up to an acquaintance who was shocked that the man was not in trouble simply for the fact that he had genetically modified human children (one set of twins has already been born) but because China has a strict policy against allowing carriers of HIV to have children. In his words, the man was tampering with God’s design. I have my own opinions on genetic manipulation and I have a hard time seeing it as “evil.” Thanks to this scientist there are now at least two people in the world who will NEVER have to suffer HIV. To me, that speaks of blessing, not blasphemy.
It does raise questions though. How long before genetic alterations become common place? How will we use this new technology? How will we abuse it? It’s coming one way or another.
Yesterday my bride and I went on a lunch date and struck gold at a tiny place called Happy Coffee House that serves a seriously mean Cuban coffee and high quality Cambodian food. It’s a “blink and you’ll miss it” place and your life is a little less rich for having missed it. Look it up if you’re ever in Galveston, Texas.
This successful discover comes right in the heels of another. It is our goal to discover all of the hidden gems near us and so far we’re on a roll! This poem is an ode to those small, out of the way restaurants that are beyond rewarding for those willing to give them a try.
Starting today fresh, centered, and powerful. The key to success is perseverance. It’s not how many times you fall. It’s how many times you get back up.
As the Man in Black said: I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.
There’s power in belief. In decisions. We use these tools to define our reality in a truly remarkable way that is empowering to contemplate.
Today is a new beginning. I’m deciding to believe that.
I visited a group last night dedicated to public speaking where I ended up giving an impromptu 3-5 minute speech. I found myself reciting yesterday’s poem and sharing my goals and resolutions for this year. Objectively, I think I did well, definitely room for improvement though, but standing in front of strangers and speaking brings up all kinds of feelings–many of them physical. The funny thing is how much of it hit me AFTER I was done. Very glad I went. I sense a great opportunity for personal development here.
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