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Celebrating Bloggers: 3 Amazing Posts on Bird Cuddling, Harry Potter and Writing

Here’s something cool to start off the week. A new series of posts to celebrate the awesome bloggers and intriguing blog posts that I’ve had the pleasure of reading recently.

I’m most excited to present the first three picks:

Say No to Chill Pills: Ashy Woodswallows

By Christy Bharath of Verseherder

A wonderful musing on depression and the power of community. And the cutest ever little grey birdies!

4 Harry Potter Fanfics You Need To Read

By Emma of Blu Chicken Ninja

Are you curious about the...

An Epiphany About Time

It is going to take the time it is going to take. There is no point in hurrying unnecessarily, jumping the gun or taking shortcuts.

That is what I realized today.

In creativity, business or life, you can only show up and be true to the moment. Many factors, some outside of your influence, have to mesh to produce the results you seek. You cannot control all outcomes.

You just have to travel the path you’ve set for yourself. At an easy jog that you can keep up for hours, days, months and even...

Balancing on Spider Webs

I’m running in story! I’ve been able to pick up the Rackety and the Beauty Spell story (light fantasy fiction), after long last. The roughest of rough first drafts is hand-writing itself.

The first 3 chapters have been set out – which covers the premise and character introductions. And now, Rackety and Maya and Cherry Pie are ready to set off on an adventure across the whole world!

Just wrote a dark character and you know what? I can carry off a villainous voice! Who knew?

The plot is slowly...

Chaos Dancing

Wizards and philosophers had found Chaos, which is Kaos with his hair combed and a tie on, and had found in the epitome of disorder a new kind order undreamed of.

Chaos is order in a mask.

Chaos. Not dark ancient Kaos, left behind by the evolving universe, but new, shiny Chaos , dancing in the heart of everything.

~ Terry Pratchett (Thief of Time, Page, 373)

Filed under: Soul Sketches Tagged: abstract art, chaos, Creativity, inspiration, Pencil drawing, Sketch, sketches, terry pratchett ...

What I Learned Today

Today started as a video day. While listening to Buddhist meditation music on YouTube, curled up on the sofa, the serendipity of suggestions at two remove led me to Oprah’s interviews with Thích Nhất Hạnh and J.K. Rowling. Amazing treasures to stumble across!

From Thích Nhất Hạnh came a lesson in compassion and the power of being. The inter-ness of us all and how to share our selves with compassion with the ones we love. (A lesson I have to keep on learning.)

I have often rued the violence I...

Cadences

The cadence of old stories still rings true.

They lie scarred and tattered in the mind.

Unfinished, unfathomed, unplumbed.

And then you see something,

Hear something…

And a hazy structure of accretions arise again.

Elements re-emerge and re-arrange themselves.

Suddenly, an old story comes alive again.

And strangely, blessedly;

Till I write them out,

Till I notate ‘The End’:

The susurrus of the unsaid,

Will whisper on and on.

Filed under: Creativity Corner, Writing Corner Tagged: Creativity...

Resolute Creative Resolutions

I will turn my back completely on fear.

Not be home to it,

Be much too busy to take its calls.

It started with shyness, which is fear in disguise.

Utter fear too – engendered by attempts to ‘toughen me up’.

Utter fearlessness is fear ignored or stifled.

And now, generalized panic and a lost sense of self,

Leading up to a fear of love.

Resulting in nothing getting done.

There is no more space to run.

It has to be normalised, my fear.

Maybe it is actually a symptom of my feeling self coming b...

Questions For The Unknown Self

Is it only through photographs that I will ever know I am me?

Or reflections from fictional people?

The stained, cracked mirror of the self,

Expresses itself in pulses of inchoate feeling.

Me, I am far from I.

Scattered.

Waiting to be put back together.

Filed under: Creativity Corner Tagged: Creativity, poem, poetry

The Question of Ecstasy

Weeks go by, shrouded in indoor sublimation.

A drowsy fuzziness.

An amiable darkness.

While the rain calls and beckons.

I slip from sleeplessness to epiphany.

Through a touch of the profound.

Oh ecstasy, how dear you are to me!

One day I glimpsed you in a heron’s white flight above a greenish-dark bamboo grove.

Richness!

Utter Richness.

If only one could linger…

Could the salt doll withstand the ocean this time?

This space of consciousness, this decoupling from basic biology,

How did it...

Till The Stars Align And I Can Write

Till the words align themselves just so—

In elven formation in my mind.

To shoot enchanted scenes like gilded arrows on paper and screen.

Till fate smiles,

Till my own volition allows me permission,

Till a thousand intangibles are resolved,

Till all daily tiny irritants are neutralized,

Till I can reside on a fluffy cloud of silence and inner peace,

Till divine rainbow light shines directly on me,

Till I complete all my myriad preparations.

Till I read enough,

Till I learn enough,

Till I know...