The ability to post my thoughts online for whoever happens to stumble upon my blog is fascinating. But, I have a deep obsession with paper. Sometimes, I just have to see my thoughts mark a tangible medium. One of my favorite sections of a bookstore is the stationery section. I have a vacation coming up, which will be unique to our family. We normally go to one spot and stay for a week, but this year we are going on a road trip. We will be visiting several different states and seeing whatever we happen upon. I made up my mind about a week ago to buy a journal just for me to scribble down my voyage. Yesterday, I went to a Barnes & Noble store and explored the journals. I loved many of the different styles, the Italian leather ones with beautifully embossed designs, the journals with a magnetic clasp, spiral journals with an inspirational cover, and handmade journals made with recycled silk. The latter is the one I chose. It has a rough multicolored cover made with recycled silk. I guess my daily dealings with thread in my work, draws me to that type of material. The paper inside is deckle paper. It is a textured paper made from the Lokta plant in the Himalayas. I am now on a journey to find the perfect pen for this journal. I’m in dire need of this vacation and really hope to fill the pages with what I discover along the way.
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The cursor blinks at me
I want to write
But my mind is as blank as this page.
Do you ever have those moments where you just want a masterpiece to unfold?
By the tap tapping of the keyboard?
Yeah, it’s not happening tonight.
Just random words splatting on a page,
Filling up the void in front of me.
My mind is frozen like the tundra outside my window.
Winter…..stillness, frozen in time.
I’m hoping as I tap upon this keyboard
Those thoughts will thaw out and a moment of inspiration will awaken me.
It’s just not one of those nights.
I lost a friend last week. I heard the news on Facebook, that an old friend passed away. He just had a birthday a few weeks ago. We never know if it’s going to be our last one, do we? I still consider myself pretty young, I just turned 41. He was 48. I’m not sure what happened, but that’s not the point. The point is an old friend is gone. Throughout the weekend, I remembered some good times we had. He was a very witty guy, he was a great storyteller, he loved animals and music. He was an overall nice guy. He was a friend of me and my husbands when we were dating and first married. He got me my first job out of college, he told us about an opening in his apartment complex when we were looking for a place, so our first place as a married couple was there, and he was in our wedding. Other than the occasional like or messaging on Facebook, we haven’t talked in awhile. Knowing he’s no longer on this earth, just makes it hard to wrap my mind around it. We went to his wake yesterday, it was so quiet. I remember years back that he said he wanted a full gospel African choir to sing at his funeral and weep over his casket. Instead, it was just quiet. His death was sudden and a surprise, I think everyone was still in shock. We didn’t stay for the funeral, we had to get back to work. I’ll always remember the times we had with him though.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Snowflakes softly land on the leftover snow from the previous storm,
It covers it with a new blanket that is soft and pure.
My thoughts drift like the snow as I sip my coffee.
Winter days stir the distantness of old storms that have passed.
Yet the warmth of new blankets reminds you that you are sheltered and those things that no longer matter.
Just breathe in the moment and savor the flavor of freshness.
Feel the soft touch and tender kisses of revitalization tap dance on your face.
Spring is coming!
I’m having a blah kind of day. Business is slow, figures look scary and it’s hard to see past the obvious. I normally try to look at the positive end and today I just can’t break through the quicksand. I feel like I’m sinking today. Anyway I just thought I’d post an old poem I came across, I know that doesn’t help my mood but it’s a bad case of the Mondays.
Are these just words to fill the void on this paper?
Something to keep between the margins.
Ink to color a page.
The words leak from my pen pumped by my heart,
Sometimes followed by tears
That smear the words.
Are these just verbs, nouns, and adjectives arranged in a suitable line?
Do they really mean anything to you or I?
Right now these words are empty just like my heart.
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat it’s fruit.” Proverbs 18:21
I couldn’t sleep tonight. I was laying in bed, past midnight with thoughts racing in my head. I felt the need to just write down my feelings and get them off of my chest. The question that hit me when I was laying restless on my pillow was, do your words affect others or infect others? The verb of the word “affect,” means to have influence on or to produce a change in something or someone. While the word “infect” means to affect with a disease causing organism. So both “affect” and “infect” effect some form of change. Confused yet? Affection is a form of the word affect, whereas infection is a form of the word infect. When I hear the word affection, I immediately think of positive things, love, cuddling, touch, fondness, bonding, and caring. When I hear the word infection, I think of disease, pus filled nastiness, and contamination. Words can lift, encourage, love, empower, move, and grow someone if spoken with a motive of affection. Infected words spread, multiply, hurt, offend, contaminate, and can spiritually kill someone. Infections usually start without being seen, then they start to inflame, spread and become noticeable. I guess that’s why it’s good to think before you speak, because the tongue holds a lot of power in either direction. I hope to be mindful of it whenever I’m propelled to use words the wrong way. I hope that if I do spill a contaminating word that God will quicken my heart to apologize for it. I don’t want to infect anyone. I want to affect them by God’s love. He is my source of affection and the antidote for any infection.
“Human anger does not produce the righteousness God desires. So get rid of all the filth and evil in your lives, and humbly accept the word God has planted in your hearts, for it has power to save your souls. But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says. Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves. For if you listen to the word and don’t obey, it is like glancing at your face in a mirror. You see yourself, walk away, and forget what you look like.” James 1:20-24