This week’s photo challenge of The Daily Post asks us for photos of “liquid in whatever state, shape, or color ” — and here is my take on it.
I know I’m smart, but I don’t sound smart when I write. I know I’m intelligent, but I don’t want to sound all-knowing or intellectual. I know I’m fun to be with, but I don’t want to sound like fun.
I’m a serious person – but I don’t want to sound too staid or flat when I write. I want my articles to be able to speak to you, move you, make you react or comment. You may give me pointers or feedback or anything as long as we can strike up a conversation. To create a ripple among other readers, I hope.
I want my blog to have a far reach – especially among people my age – but anyone is most welcome. I want my blog not only as a repository of my reflective thoughts on life in general. But of opinions on issues that matter around the world today. More so with the kind of world we have today that abounds with hatred, violence, lack of civility, and the like.
But I don’t want to write about anything political or of current events. Maybe just an opinion or two about some issues. Maybe just to influence some thinking and inspire some deep conversation.
I feel shy or embarrassed whenever I tell people I write in my own blog because I feel my writing lacks something. Perhaps what they say as personality or voice. Hence what I’m doing now is an exercise to find my own voice.
I know I write with sense – but I see now it lacks chutzpah. What can I do to add some life to my pieces?
Okay. I’m writing now to you my dear friend. You know me well enough, and one thing I like is I’m able to make you laugh because I’m witty, smart. There – I’ve just found two adjectives I want my blog to sound like: WITTY, SMART (not trying hard nor trite).
I also wish my blog to sound cool, soft and flowing – peaceful and serene. Because a deep part of myself longs for quiet and calm. Like meditative sounds in the background — that’s how I long my blog to sound like.
I came across this quote; somehow it makes sense.
“If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it. Or, if proper usage gets in the way, it may have to go. I can’t allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.”
Surely most of you have found yourselves at one task, yet your mind was elsewhere. I guess this is a normal part of a busy person’s life. Or of the modern person.
And many of us are not even aware that our thoughts drift, here and there. We seem to be always running after time. Catching our breaths. Cramming so many things within a short span. Mindless doing.
We lack attention. Our focus is elsewhere. We tend to think of what we have to do next.
Such is the illness that plagues our modern times. Our time has become more stressful due to the Noise that comes with our wired space/environment.
Hence, we destroy our bodies. We burden our minds. And we sap our spirit. No wonder why the world seems to experience these health conditions more and more: depression, anxiety, cancer, and other diseases.
We often forget: the best way to heal ourselves physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, is in our Being at the moment. In being present in the Here-and Now. In being mindful of our task at hand. Enjoying our life at the moment. Leaving past aches behind. Not worrying about tomorrow.
We are given ONE LIFE to live. We have only this moment — Now. Life becomes more Meaningful; Fruitful; Enriching — if we try to live in the moment. Not rushing headlong into the far unknown, nor being stuck or fixated on the past. (Of course, this does not mean not cherishing good memories and forgetting life’s invaluable lessons gained).
I enjoy looking at beautiful landscapes. They make for great photographs, especially sweeping panoramas – of mountains, fields, the sea.
Yet, as I spend more time developing my photography skills, I discover so much beauty in the mundane as well.
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.”
― Tana French,
the Heart sees no reason
yet understands and answers
Life’s greatest puzzles;
Kindred spirits speak
a language that
goes beyond time and space…
We could have been
there was a time when
but you, just like the seasons,
have drifted away
Who could ever live with
Sounds that mar the peaceful rhythm of the hours
just before the break of day?
Nary a soul perhaps
Except for one who
seeks to hear again and again
the comforting echo of a
if only to flee
Shadow of silence…
Writing Prompt courtesy of The Daily Post’s Ebook: 365 Days of Writing
Just when most people kiss the night early on a Sunday evening, to prep for work next day, I may still be up late winding down with the last of my articles to post for the week.
And while many, cloaked with a tinge of the recent weekend, hurry over breakfast, dash off in hope of beating the traffic, I find myself resurrected back to life on a Monday morning.
An early riser, I get up on Mondays, late nite or not, with a renewed sense of energy, not exactly physical though.
It comes more from knowing I’ve done my darndest, even as I still shake with the mental fatigue that have me drained, dragging towards the end of my week…
Thus, Monday morning means enjoying each second through yoga, chores, errands, going out, before facing the computer again. No hurrying. No minding of master time as he passes by.
Yet, I should remember nothing lasts, and downtimes are not forever —
Soon I must earnestly begin, lest I find myself trudging back to the graveyard!
Photo Credit: Clinical Hypnosis
People who know me well, like my close friends, often brand me as funny, crazy, and even wacky at times. Many of my students likewise have remarked they like it when I make them laugh.
Perhaps there is that touch of hilarity in me, albeit in my deadpan way, that elicits uncanned laughter.
But what constitute my ticklish moments for others are those times I’d rather bury my face in the sand. My closest friends tell me that if my life were a collection, it would be a collection of bloopers.
Bloopers indeed — embarrassing, hilarious or clumsy…
Like that day in college when I was only a shy sixteener in my 1st year in the university. You know how it is when you are trying to muster enough grace to walk in your 3-inches heels and white uniform that rose 2 inches from your knee, and hoping your crush would be around. That feeling of balancing your steps while trying to look cool, casual.
But I didn’t expect this. I stepped daintily towards the university’s main building, took another step, and felt my right foot … on the ground! My shoe somewhere behind me.
With all those students swirling around me, I felt like dressed chicken being roasted on an open fire…
How about you — have ever experienced anything like this?
If I could have the power to predict
and make things happen as I see
By the advantage of foresight
I’d predict my
Life without blight
A life where tears
Not cries of anger
From this wounded soul chained
by the shackles of sin
Not cries of lament,
anguish nor torment
From an isolated soul
Waging battles that
Leaves the self
Even if it
Means a day less
For what is a day
If ruled by wickedness
I’d rather see Tears
As I make my way
One step closer to the fullness
of Life I am meant to live
in Christ’s Everlasting Home.