Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 60

Reassurances Come – #Poetry of #Spirituality and #Love

Reassurances Come
When I am not even Thinking,
Keeping me Focused
When My Heart is sinking.

Whispers Come softly
While I am still Sleeping,
Straightening my tread
On the Course I am Keeping.

Smiles Rain down
From the Heaven’s Above,
Reminding me Always
Of Unconditional Love.

Joy in the Journey,
The Lesson I’m Learning,
Walking Beside me, You
Keep me from Turning.

Yet, when I do Stray
From the Path Leading Home,
And when Doubts fill my mind,
Reassurances Come.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Google Image Search

Daytide’s Ebb – #Photography

A Look outside my window as Daytide turns to night….

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~Morgan~

Living the Dream – A Brief Perspective on #Success

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Here I am into Week Two of the Master’s Class Im taking to learn the industry better, understand just how to find the right agent, and then how to perfect my pitch and target my proposal. Im doing a lot of research and SURPRISE SURPRISE One thing I’m noticing across the board is that most of the authors represented by the agents I’m looking at have Amazon Ratings that are the same as, or LOWER, than mine!!!No, Please understand, This isn’t me trying to brag….well…ok maybe the tiniest little bit,….but more what Im trying to say is how we as Indie or Non-Traditionally Published authors see ourselves.All our lives we’ve seen the giants. We’ve watched their movies, read their books, and craved their success. I’m talking about people like Stephen King, JK Rowling, and Diana Gabaldon. They are the “Golden Standard” we set our sights on, but should we? After all, they are the 10th of 1 % of published authors out there today.What I’m saying, perhaps poorly, is maybe we’re selling ourselves short (pun intended )I’ve often seen being somewhere in the 100K rankings on Amazon as some sort of failure on my part, but the simple mathematical truth is….(Ok, maths has never been my strongpoint and I confess I used an online tool to figure this out…but just for the sake of accuracy ) There are roughly 3.5 million books available on Amazon today. If you’re in the 100K rankings like I am, then we fall within the top 3% of all the books on Amazon!  Thats nothing whatsoever to snicker about.(100000 is 2.8571428571429% of 3500000)My point? Yes, in this case I actually have one and it’s very simple.  Don’t beat yourself up and certainly dont give up. You are already LIVING THE DREAM!!!.~Morgan~

Under Construction – #Poetry of #Life and #Growth

You may see me, day to day;
Laughing, Joking, hard at work
And Play.

You may see me, night after night;
Sitting, reading, a single candle
My Light.

You may watch me, week after week;
Managing to get by, while The Truth
I seek.

You may Ignore me, year after year;
Never knowing my Beauty because of
Your Fear.

Yet, if you look closely, it’s a simple deduction;
I live this Abundantly,
Under Construction.

~Morgan~

Promentory – #Poetry and #Music

I cannot tell you why
This music makes me cry,
Or Why I shiver, I shake,
While I lie awake
Listening…
Gasping….
Feeling….
Thinking of You…
Dreaming of When
These emotions were True,
When We Were
and When We Shall Be
Together.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Theme from the movie Last of the Mohicans

Garden of Friendship – #Photography and Musings about #Family

Just like her Garden…

The Friendship that Blossoms…

And Grows…

Between My Sister and I…

Is a Beautiful Treasure…

That gets Lovelier …

And more Vibrant….

Each Passing Year.

**Dedicated to my dear Sister, Denise, who is the most precious treasure I have!

~Morgan~

What We Don’t Speak Of…..What Ive been up to- #WorkInProgress

 

What We Don’t Speak Of…..is what Ive been up to.  Well,  this and I’ve been finishing the final revision of book three of The Mercy Series…. while also working on this new Non-Fiction book, writing a little bit each day.

Today I created a page for this new book on my website. I’ve uploaded part of the preface and a comment box for feedback.

I would LOVE for you to pop by, have a read, and leave a comment about what you think. It would mean a lot to me and the feedback would be invaluable.

If interested, this is the link: https://www.cynthiaamorganauthor.com/upcoming-projects

I Miss You – #LovePoetry

I miss You
Although we haven’t met,
Yet.
Still, we are One,
United before Time
To Rhyme.

Fre~Morgan~

Beautiful artwork courtesy of : anotefromjenny.com

Dizzying Parade – #Introspective #Poetry

Though Shatters of Silence resound
with the Clangor of tympanic Resonance;
My Thoughts are fixed, Entranced upon You
through the Melancholy Dissonance.

Happenstance stands on the Precipice,
Waiting on Decision’s final Charade,
But Plans well laid, Unfaltering Tempt
And I Follow through the Dizzying Parade.

 

~Morgan~

The Request – #Inspirational #ShortStories & #FlashFiction

There was a small village, smack in the middle of nowhere. While the rest of the world updated their Facebook pages, Tweeted, LinkedIn, texted, posted, and multi-tasked at a pace even Data from the Enterprise would find impressive, this tiny island of inhabitation, cohabitation and harmony went on in blissful serenity. Isolated from the modern economy by miles of wilderness and separated from the modern culture of Want, Avarice, Greed, and Self-Promotion, this community set its standards for excellence by different measures.

Led by a Chief who was the most honorable of men, who was just and merciful, caring and compassionate, yet strict in his moral code, the people of the village lived in a collective accord with each other and with nature. They shared their wealth, as well as their poverty, equally; they worked together for the prosperity of all and, when needs arose outside their sphere of influence they would make appeals to their Chief to provide for them.

One day a young man, who was recently married and whose wife was with child, came to the Chief with a request of pressing urgency. Sitting down at the fire with this young man, the Chief listened carefully to his concerns without interruption, his kindly expression filled with understanding and patience. The young man, however, was fretful, distracted, impatient and tense, and repeatedly rose from his place at the fire to pace around the room or go to the door and stare anxiously outward, his emotions ruling his thoughts and logic.

It was not a simple request he was making. What he needed was not something to be found within the limits of the village and the price of collecting it was costly. Nevertheless, the Chief listened, understood, and assured the young man he would work diligently on acquiring the item, regardless of how long it took. He asked the young man to wait until he sent word to him that he had what it was he asked for and could come back to get it. Agitated and unappeased, the young man went away.

The following week the young man returned. His countenance was shaken; his nerves were frazzled. He asked the Chief all over again for the item, repeating much of what he had already said, never giving the Chief a moment to assure him that the process of acquisition was already taking place and it would not be long until it would be shipped to the village. Overwrought by worry, the young man begged insistently, growing angry when the Chief tried to explain the simple fact that, although the man’s request had been heard, it was still being worked on; the young man would have to wait just a bit longer.

Another week passed and no message came from the Chief to tell the young man the item had arrived. Thoroughly vexed, the young man decided to set out on his own for the towns, miles away through savage wilderness, with little money in his pocket. He did not know how he would attain the item he needed, but he carried with him a blade that would protect him from harm as well as convince those who sold the item of his urgent need. He left his home, his wife, his unborn child, his village and his chief.

The very next day word came to his hut that the Chief requested him to come to his tent at the center of the village. The item of his desire had finally arrived; the Chief had worked tirelessly, night and day, to raise funds so it could be purchased, packaged carefully, shipped and he now stood with the delicate, beautiful treasure in his hands, awaiting the young man’s arrival so he could give it to him and they could celebrate together.

The young man, however, did not come. He was lost in the wilderness, miles away, and did not know that the answer to his prayers was waiting for him and that all he had to do was come and receive it.

 

 

~Morgan~

Beautiful artwork courtesy of: http://www.themothersprayer.com