Minding The Monday

Hello week, I see you have started again. I think that morning arrived a bit too soon today, but that is just my opinion.

Tackling the murky, mucky, middling, middle of the book today. It needs a complete overhaul due to the fact that I completely rearranged the beginning. At least I have a road map to find my way through the murk. Really, it’s an actual map that I drew or rather downloaded and then wrote a bunch of notes on it. 🙂

I also have my index cards, bullet lists, summaries, and sort of outline to help me navigate the wilderness of the midlands.

Well that’s my day today.

What are you up to? Whatever you need to do, if you can, make it fun. 🙂

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Storming the Brain

So, tomorrow is the day that I start my 5 week writing project. The one where I explore five different writing modes starting with the descriptive mode.

The schedule is  – On Fridays I will post the writing mode, a brief description of that mode, and the draft copy of the writing. The following Wednesday I will post the brief description again and the final copy.

The challenge here is not only writing within a particular mode, but also that I have 7-10 days to complete that writing. For example: this Monday I brain stormed about what subject I wanted to write about in the descriptive mode, made a few notes and a bullet list of the points I wanted to get into the writing. Then on Friday I’ll write it into the post, let it rest in my brain over the weekend, and get the final copy ready to go by Wednesday.

Sounds easy, maybe. The thing is I’m also working on my current novel project, the poetry project, and the open mic event writing for the month. Not to mention keeping up with being a domestic engineer (managing the household stuff).

Needless to say my plate is full, my cup is not half empty, in other words – I am a busy person. But I like the busyness of my life at that moment. 🙂

Oh yeah, the photography and jewelry making are also in that mix of busyness.

It’s all about organizing the schedule for all of it and remembering to get to bed a t a decent time. Also the coffee and chocolate and tea and pretzels and taking walks in the woods.

I have it down to an organizational science. Just in case life intervenes with well, life stuff, I can easily roll with the changes to the schedule. I suppose it comes down to a flexibility science within that organizational thing.

Anyway……………

Life is good and so are schedules. List, they are good too. So is music, you have to have the right music. Oh yeah did I mention tea and coffee?

Have a wonderful Thursday!

p.s. Only have a wonderful day if you want to do that, I’m not saying you have to or anything. 🙂

And Then I Feel Love

I’m very much enjoying sifting through my older writing. I especially like reading the poetry because I can sort of see into the past through those words, my words. I can see where I was at the time emotionally and spiritually. Today I’m sharing a poem from 1995.

I hope you enjoy this one.

And Then I Feel Love 

March 21, 1995

I stand to see

the ocean,

I walk to the

shore to stand

in her waves.

I draw in the

sand, the

pictures of a

thousand years,

and I see the

love.

I speak to the

wind to find

my own answers,

I hear the words

of a thousand

sages come echoing

back to me.

I wrap myself in

the leaves of the

oak, the strength

seeming to carry

me thru all mist.

I stand to see the

ocean,

I walk to the shore

and feel the

sand on my feet,

in my hands,

and in my hair.

Now I am carried

by the winds,

flying to the

sun, to the heart

of the world itself.

I feel the water

as I stand in the

waterfall of wisdom,

the knowledge

pouring straight into

my soul,

my heart,

my life,

and then I feel love.

(c) 1995 Joelle Wilson

Yeah it’s still a bit rough and I can see where I can tweak it to make it flow a little better, but I like this one in the raw.

Have a wonderful Tuesday.

Poetry From The Side

A poem from 1998. It’s still in its raw form because I resisted the urge to try to make it better. I hope you enjoy it.

The Garden’s Light

June 1, 1998

The garden’s light

burns in me

still.

For all their swords

and their wars,

that love in me

they could not kill.

For it is

the night that

they now fear.

Never listening

to the mountains

speak,

they still refuse

their heart

to hear.

Clinging now

to their own

steel blades.

Never to walk

to the river,

never in the

water to wade.

The garden=s light

still speaks

to me.

Tho= the wisdom

seems lost

and the keys are

gone,

I can still look

and I can still see.

They still fight

and they still

sleep.

The books are

hidden and locked

are the doors,

yet here I am

inside this

keep.

Despite the wars

above the swords

and blood.

I stand still

I can still hear

the calling

of the garden

in the wood.

(C) 1998 by Joelle M. Wilson

 

Wonderful Wednesday

I’v e been putting all of my poems into a poetry database. It’s taking longer than I thought, but I do have 30 years worth of poems to go through.

I found out that not all of my poetry is in typed form. There are quite a few handwritten originals that I am deciphering.

Anyway….

Here is a poem for your Wednesday.

Your Soul Wakes Up
July 15, 1999

Enter here in silence
enter here in peace,
take in the emptiness
into your sweet soul.

Sing this song until
all the world stops,
sing these words until
all your dreams wake up.

Enter here and see this light
feel your way around
be not afraid of this place
be not afraid of my night.

Sing your song until your
heart finally beats,
Hear these words until
your soul wakes up.

-Joelle M. Wilson

p.s. Please enjoy reading responsibly by reading often. 🙂