Warren Bluhm's Blog, page 28

Warm Breeze From Galatia

But of course, in this troubled crazy world,
The solution is to be fruit-bearing,
Fruit that is ripe and not reeking
Of the rot and decay of the age or
The lust for instant gratification.
Spirit lifters may take some time.
Is is too much to ask for a modicum of
Love that reaches past angry words and feuds,
Joy in the fullness of life everywhere,
Peace beyond the understanding of us mortals,
Patience with the process of becoming,
Kindness even toward the unkind and mean,
Goodness in the face of oncoming ...

To serve entropy or to build

Every morning there is a choice to be made between light and dark, life and death, sickness and health. Words heal and words destroy. This day, this minute, shall I heal or shall I destroy? The power is in this remarkable organ between my ears.

The body cries inertia. The false death of sleep is so tempting, so comfortable, but life is movement, life is of the soul, life is of giving. Heal thyself, and begin to heal the world.

A choice must be made. Each day you choose life or death, l...

With thanks to my first completed journal

The first journal I filled is two-thirds disjointed mess. I started it in late 2011 as a notebook for my story/novel ideas, and for the first 200 pages that’s more or less what it is, with ideas and passages that ended up in The Imaginary Revolution or the Myke Phoenix novelettes I dashed off in 2014.

Then, on April 15, 2015, like turning on a light switch, I started filling the rest of the pages with what I dubbed “fragments of thought and bursts of creativity,” nearly every day, and now...

You got to have a dream

People get so angry and sad. Shouldn’t the world be a happy place?

Life is too short to waste on anger and sadness and resentment. We rage against the machine and rail against injustice — or we try to leave the machine and the injustice alone to flourish without us, so that the hate and anger and sadness don’t burn us to the point where our souls are mortally wounded.

How can we serve as a counterbalance against the anger, not to lash out, but to lift when the world is charging to the ...

tomorrow

And so —

There I was.

Here I am now.

Will I be

tomorrow?

Tomorrow doesn’t exist, does it?

Tomorrow there will be free beer.

Tomorrow is a

promise that may or may not be kept.

Tomorrow is Someday’s evil twin sister.

Make your escape plan

Each of us, from time to time, looks around the workaday work and thinks, “I should not be doing this. I was meant more something more or at least something else. I feel the call of the wild, the call of the pure, the art, if you will.”

That’s the muse whispering in your ear or bopping you upside the head. Ignore her alarm at your soul’s peril.

It is foolish to skip out on your obligations to the workaday, so don’t run out the door just yet. But figure out your escape plan, or at least hee...

It’s going to be all right

(originally posted Feb. 6, 2017)

It’s going to be all right.

Everyone seems to be so agitated. Every day in the news and social media and everywhere we turn, someone is barking out another reason to be alarmed or horrified or, at least, offended. We live in ridiculous times.

But it’s going to be all right.

I believe most of us live by an unconscious rule: We don’t initiate force against other people. We don’t intentionally hurt other people who haven’t hurt us. Most people use fo...

Intentional words

Intention in a poem or story is when your heart skips a beat or your breath is taken away or tears flow, and when the author is able to say, “Good. I meant to do that.”

That’s intentional, that’s wonderful, that’s the author using words in a certain way.

Intentional – wonderful – certain – all words that have the power to mean so such more than they mean in everyday life.

A certain way: A particular method but also a method used with intention and certainty.

Wonderful: Full of wo...

Use all your time

Wow, that was something you just created — meme worthy at least, maybe something timeless.

What else you got?

It’s easy to look at what you’ve just written and say, “There! Done! Mission accomplished!” and go back to life. But there are still hours in the day, or at least minutes in the creative time you carved out.

What else you got?

The Beatles had a few minutes left in the studio time they’d purchased to record an album. So they did a couple of takes of “Twist and Shout,” whic...

Do

Keep moving.
Keep creating.
Do.

Forget the “or do not.”
Just do.
There is no “or.”

Yes, there is no “I’ll try.”
But once committed,
there is no choice.