My desk of memories…

Be it good or bad, I’m someone who finds the past comforting. I love being surrounded by familiar smells, pictures, ideas. And as I sat down to write this I realised that my desk (which is always chaotically “organised”) is a reflection of my inner being. Not that I am in chaos, but rather that there is always so much going on inside of me. I have often looked at people that have that one defined and sure purpose or idea that defines them and wondered what it must be like to gravitate to one idea or one thing and drop anchor there.

On my desk is a cross. It reminds me of a simpler time, and of people who I once knew. It also reminds me that no matter what my day may look like, I am on sure footing.

On my desk is a small bowl containing a bottle of frankincense anointing oil and a smooth stone. The oil represents my being called and was given to me by someone who knew the value of it (the oil, but also my calling). The smell is sharp and fills the room each time I open it up. The stone is small, black and round. It is perfectly smooth and reminds me that the waves of life may pound against us, but they only serve to refine us.  Both make me feel safe. How strange that two “things” can make me feel safe. I guess that’s the power of “things” in our lives. The ability to take us back to a certain time and space and frame of mind.

On my desk is a Batman figurine. It reminds me that no matter how much loss we may suffer in life, we always have a choice to either turn bitter, or to remain open to making the world better. It reminds me that in any one moment I can choose to be part of the solution or part of the problem. It reminds me that I meet heroes every day and that I want to be one…

On my desk is a ton of paper. Handwritten notes. Doodles from a dozen phone calls. I know what each note means, and why each piece of paper is there. They are reminders of the task at hand. They keep me focussed. I need to stay focussed because my mind so easily wanders…

On my desk are little pieces of me…

[Written for Day 24 of the 30 day Writers Bootcamp project @writersbootcmp ]

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If music be the food of love play on…

Watching lazily through half opened eyelids as dust motes dance in the single beam of light which has managed to break through the heavy curtains, and as you watch them dance, slowly, ever so slowly a pattern develops. one then two, then three, then four, and again… Music is in everything. We all move to its rhythm whether we know it or not and it has the power to sway us in ways we didn’t expect. I can find a movie mundane, but the right score at the right moment can move me to tears. What is it about this thing that brings together poor and rich, smart and lesser so, logical and free spirited? Is it that when we were woven together, music was part of the weave? Or is it simply that we were created to move to a rhythm, and the degree to which we do determines our connectedness to something greater?

So move… You don’t have to be great, or graceful, or even move exactly to the beat, but don’t deny that the music is playing and don’t deny that a part of you yearns to be free to move unencumbered to the beat. Throw off the shackles of a life tied down by disconnected silence and move…

[Written for Day 23 of the 30 day Writers Bootcamp project @writersbootcmp ]

 

Letter to my childhood self

So, you probably weren’t expecting to find this letter and you probably think this is a joke, but yes, this is future you, older you, better looking you (thank God)! I guess being able to give you great advice is a rare and singular privilege in a situation like ours, but I guess all I want to say is to go for an occasional run – you’ll thank me later. All in all, I wouldn’t want to spoil the rest for you, because the truth is I don’t want you to do anything differently. You’re going to like who you are. You grow up to be honest, smart, interesting, and not a total ass hat, so that’s something I think you should always be thankful for. It’s not always going to be easy, in fact, right now things are hard for me, and I know they’re hard for you, but somewhere in the middle some awesome stuff happens. (You will not be short forever – well not AS short, you will not be alone forever, you will not be a virgin forever and your skin will clear up!) And I’ll tell you what, I know awesome stuff is coming, for me and for you. The one piece of advice I can give is to love God, love people and love yourself, and the one piece of truth I can share with you is that it all turns out OK. Have an awesome life because it means I will too! See you in a couple of years.

T

[Written for Day 22 of the 30 day Writers Bootcamp project @writersbootcmp ]

On Writing

This blog is dedicated to writing, writing challenges, and general writing… stuff! Enjoy reading and writing along with me. As a start I’ll be joining a writing challenge at: writersbootcampza.wordpress.com

Peace out…