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Where Love Walks – #InspirationalMeditations for #PrideMonth

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There are so many in this world who are alone. So many who are sad, lost, hurting, and they may ask ‘Where is God?’ ‘Why is there so much suffering?’  ‘Why are so many in need?’ ‘ Why does a God who is supposed to be all loving allow so much misery?’  ‘Where is the ‘Light of the World’?’

He/She/Universal Love is not as far away as we imagine, aloft in the distant cosmos, disconnected and unfeeling. God, whatever or however you think of God, is not some metaphysical apparition. God is Love, love is God.  God is Acceptance, Acceptance is God.  God is Empowerment, Empowerment is God.  And yet, if God is all these things, why does He seem to not love?  Why are there so many situations that are devoid of love?  Why does it seem that darkness is closing in all around us?

I had an accident several years ago where I wound up in the emergency room. (A Segway accident while on holiday that resulted in several cracked ribs)  After several hours of pain and tears, I was being discharged and a woman was coming into the hospital at the same time. She was extremely angry but also seemed sad at the same time, though her sadness was harder to see than the anger. She cursed at the security guards and said unkind things to the nurse who was helping me. The nurse apologized to me for her behavior, but I wasn’t offended by it. Instead I empathized with her and felt a deal of compassion for her.  I wanted to say something, to share some measure of kindness with her. Some offering of love, but I didn’t….why I didn’t is an entirely different post….

I was very fortunate when the accident happened that sent me to the ER. I was with people who could help me and was surprised by how many strangers stopped to offer their aid, but the woman I met in the ER seemed to have no one. Little wonder she felt alone, and it’s not surprising she said she didn’t matter and that love doesn’t exist. I remained silent, perhaps because of my own pain, but I continue to think about her, even today.

And maybe that’s the point.  Maybe all the terrible things that happen in the world are not examples of God’s absence; maybe they’re an opportunity for God to exist in us, at that moment, giving us the opportunity to share Love, offer Acceptance and Understanding, and allowing us to Empower those around us.  They abide in each of us, waiting to be shared.  They reach out in the hands that tend to others selflessly. They pronounce themselves in kindness and compassion on all living things. They whisper of their existence through empathy, generosity, and patience.

Perhaps this is why there are so many in need—not because Love/God/Light doesn’t exist, but to give us the chance to prove that it does.

Wherever Love Goes
It Urges Mercy and Justice.

Whenever Acceptance Speaks
It Sings Kindly and Gently.

Whatever Empowerment Teaches
It Inspires Honesty, Truth, and Encouragement.

Whatever Empathy Gives
It Fills with Compassion and Generosity.

May these Gifts walk within us,
Speak through us,
Teach our Spirits to Sing Harmoniously,
And to Give Selflessly

So we may Never Walk Alone.

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All By ~Morgan~

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Spiritual Rhyme- #Poetry for #Meditation

Sing to my Heart with Your Love,
Ever so Fine, in Spiritual Rhyme,
Lifting me from my habitual Treason
Of uncertainty and perpetual reason,
Where I founder myself on the rocky shore,
Ever questioning Purpose,
Deliberately seeking for more.
When, rather, my Spirit longs to be Still,
In the Peace of Your Virtue,
In the Tempestuous Thrill
Of Closing my eyes to the rush of the Day;
To be Calm,
To be Quiet,
And Unhurriedly Say
Sing to my Heart with Your Love…..

*A mantra for meditation or prayer*

Art and Poetry by ~Morgan~

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11 Years of BooknVolume ! #BlogMilestones

 

I’ve been here, I’ve been gone, but the words and imagery live on and on.

Ok, so I couldn’t help spinning a wee-little verse for the occasion, but 11 years is worth celebrating. At least, I think so   This unassuming little blog has been an integral part of my life for the past decade + 1 and so have YOU!

Happy BnVersary BooknVolume!

For those of you who have been with me since the start, I salute your intrepid tenacity to dive into my own personal form of madness.  The word-weaving has, at times, been crazy, but they do epitomize me (almost) perfectly, so I thought I’d share a few of my favourite words and hope they don’t leave you too rattled (though that has been my intent all along).

These are but wild and whirling words, my Lord.
I’m sorry they offend you, heartily. Yes faith, heartily.
(Hamlet : Act 1, Scene 5)

(It’s also been a while since I made you read Shakespeare, but hopefully that wasn’t too painful)

Now, since my thoughts are flying in a rather confusing array of directions, at least at the present moment, I thought I would preface this post with the aforementioned disclaimer before I end up lost somewhere in the wilds of Uzbekistan with you sitting there with that particularly enchanting, though perhaps somewhat frustrated (at least for you) and puzzled expression on your face that most people end up having when they sit down to read one of my whirling posts, most particularly on day’s such as this when the words are flowing faster than I can logically keep up with, though often, depending upon the moon’s cycle or how much chocolate and/or caffeine I may have had before sitting down to begin writing, it can be a rather bewildering experience; whereat, being the kindhearted soul that I am, and never wishing to intentionally lead someone into a grammatical quagmire, as I am for all intents and purposes a good soul ( though you and I both know that even good souls have halo’s that glow neon red now and again) I shall endeavor to use this moment of perplexity to point out that I did warn you, my dearest readers, very early on in our relationship (that being the early days of BnV) that I do have the most annoying (or potentially amusing, dependant, once again, upon the aforementioned phase of the moon or chocolate/caffeine ingestion) predilection to run off on wild tangents of verbosity that would make even Charles Dickens’s head ache, but let that go.

Word Count: 257
Sentences: 1
Passive Sentences: 0
Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level 52.2 …. YES!!!!!!!!!!! (My work is done here.  You’re Welcome)

It is moments such as this that give me the oddest, yet greatest pleasure and were, during my high school years, opportunities for me to stretch my writing skills to such degrees that my English professor (a very good soul indeed who loved words nearly as much as I did/do) resorted to noting that my fondness for crafting compound-complex sentences on the backs of my test papers during the remaining time I had in class (because I often finished the tests early, being rather good in English class, perhaps not entirely surprisingly) and then diagramming them for the sheer delight of doing so was, in his opinion, a very strong indicator that I had, either, some form of mental derangement not yet diagnosed, or, I was a word-smith in the making. (ooooh Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level 53.8! Marvelous! )

You may at this moment tend to agree, and I would not argue the fact, but before I leave you with that beautifully muddled expression I strive to endow, please allow me to bestow this final thought:

To Write; To Paint with Words as an Artist Bedecks his canvas with hues and shades and layers of pigmentation; To Sing a Melody upon which the gaze may Linger and over which the Heart may Muse again and again; To Create visual Splendour with grammar and language that is, perhaps, fundamentally underutilized or neglected ( and to use Capitalization in the most extraordinarily bewildering, manner), to me, is the most Beguiling form of Intoxication in which I could ever take Pleasure and, for you, Dear Intrepid Reader, to Undertake the Journey; to Brave the Frontier of Superfluous Verbosity and reach the shore with a Smile (though, perchance, to some extent exhausted), is a far more Rewarding Endeavor to me than most others.

A few stats, because I’m still amazed:

Followers: 5607
Hit Counter: 74, 543, 652
Views: 336, 785
Countries Visited: 201
Awards: 33!

 

In taking stock today, I know without a shred of doubt,

YOU are the Blessing that keeps on giving, day after day and year after year.Thank You for sharing my journey of words, creativity, and inspiration!

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~Morgan~

Oasis – #poetry for #Serenity

 

Sweet honeysuckle balm,

Shimmering oasis of Tranquility,

enwrap me in your Gentlest caress

and Sing unto my taxed and conflicted Spirit

the Liquescent Soothing Enchantment

of your most Dulcet Harmony.

 

Art and Poetry by ~Morgan~

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The Chamber of Radiance – An Illustration from The #DarkFey Trilogy

An illustration of one of the scenes in my Dark Fey Trilogy The Chamber of Radiance sparkled in the morning shower of scintillating light. Its golden walls and polished marble floor of pearlescent white reflected the bright rays of first light in a tumbling wash of glittering glow. Standing in the midst of this illumination upon a gold mirror set into the stone floor, Gairynzvl waited. Before him stood the Elders, dressed in resplendent robes of silvery-white that reflected the light in shimmering sparkles and mingled with their luminous auras. So bright was the radiance that glimmered around them that they were difficult to gaze upon without tears springing to the eye.Art and Dark Fey snippet by ~Morgan~

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Vortex – #50WordStories #SciFiFantasy #MicroFiction

 

Through a thousand layers of shifting light and spectral luminous radiance, the tumultuous channel of time spiraled into the vortex. Forward, backward, past, present and future congealed like pools of magnetic water and from its heart, a shimmering brighter than the radiance of a thousand diamonds spilled like liquid ice.

 

Art and Flash Fiction by ~Morgan~

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The Signabats of Accolarys – #50wordstories #FlashFiction

 

In Accolarys, spherical pods contain advanced technology intelligences. These self-contained, sentient-less automatons police the immense planet-wide city, ever watchful, ever present, ever without the confusion of emotion or mercy. They watch all that takes place, waiting for any act that goes against their programmed impassivity, ready to correct without exception.

 

Note:  Singabot is Latin for Impassive

 

Art and Flash Fiction by ~Morgan~

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Focused – #100wordStories, #FlashFiction

 

Nothing else mattered. Not the shadows closing in around him, not the fact that it was the witching hour, not the dread sinking into his bones like ice. His only thought was the rose-blushed moon rising before him. The spectral allure of a goddess so powerful, she shifted tides and caused night madness. Only she mattered, and only she would command his next actions, though the night drew deep around him. Calamity or serenity; horror or platonic peace; inferno or the frigid chill of death. Whatever she chose would be his fate, and so he waited. The rest was silence.

 

Art and Flash Fiction by ~Morgan~

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Crescendo – #100wordstories #FlashFiction

 

Morning ascends over the barren ‘scape as a seraphic litany of sound embraces the vacuous hush. Delicate as the first traces of luminence, the melodic tune dances into audibility, subtle as the blushing pinks and shimmering lavender painting the sparkling sky. As the sun awakens from its slumber, the gossamer lilting serenade transforms, filling each breath of space between the sill of the world and the boundless heavens with a crescendo of majesty that sets the very air a-tremble. Cashmere mists caress the mountains and creation pauses in breathless wonder as the splendor of day breaks forth upon the dawn.

 

Art and Flash Fiction by ~Morgan~

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Creative Confluence Call to #Writers, #Artists, and #Storytellers – We Need YOU!

Writers, Poets, Flash Fictionaires, Aspiring Artists, Storytellers, do you enjoy prompt-driven writing? Are you looking for a network where you can expand your social reach and engage with like-minded creatives? Do you enjoy collaborating?  If so, Creative Confluence needs YOU!

Because I love writing and art and have a particular fondness for Flash Fiction, I’ve created a group where the two meet. I also love collaborating with others, and from these three elements, Creative Confluence was born. This group is for artists with a knack for storytelling and storytellers who want to flex their artistic muscles. Together, we create Flash Fiction stories illustrated by the artwork we create in a collaborative creative confluence of inspiration and imagination.

Our mission is to create a comfortable setting for synthographers, traditional artists, and writers to discuss, generate, collaborate, and share in a supportive, inspiring environment. We encourage a productive and communal spirit. Any unproductive conversations do not align with our mission. Those generating hate, intolerance, or bullying will be evicted from the group.

Our Purpose

This group was created to inspire artists and storytellers to collaborate, share inspiration, and learn from each other. Enthusiasts, professionals, and those who are brand new to DeviantArt are welcome and appreciated. We support ALL forms of art, not just AI, and strive to bridge the abyss between creative spirits. In this effort, we link to many different groups, host challenges, and highlight activities from the other groups so you can participate in community activities.

Where Can You Find Us?

On DeviantArt, a safe and closely monitored community of creative spirits. Stop by, have a look around, and spark a story or two!

How Does it Work?

It’s quite a simple setup. Artists post images in genre-defined galleries. These images can be used to create flash fiction, microfiction, or even poetry! Simply write your section of the story into comments, make them Bold and Italic so they can be found, and they can be added onto.

If you’re interested, stop by the group. Yes, you’ll need to create a DeviantArt account, but one can be created for free.  The community is very supportive and has grown my social media reach by thousands.  I hope you’ll pop in and say hi, and look forward to collaborating with you soon

 

~Morgan~