A New Beginning

It's been a year, and still I haven't blogged even one of those 365+ days. What happened here? Not sure, but maybe life has just shown its true colors and compelled me to look after myself a little more carefully. Now I'm starting my blogging career over...with a whole new face to my name. A whole new blog.

Picking Dandelions With Your Toes

Writing Words

Something to write, something to keep.  Words that fill the page are not always meant to be shared.  We have to find the right time, and the right one, to share them with.  Sometimes those ink-shapes spell out something so special that it takes a special person to understand.  Not everyone thinks the way we do.  Each person is unique, an individual.  That's the gift God gave us.

How to use it is the question.  Thoughts on paper may not work out for everyone but for some, it's the only way.  Writing is their hobby, their love; it's something they do well, even if others don't believe it.  Each person has the words in their heart; though only some find the key to unlock it.  The letters dance through their head, searching for escape but unable to find a way.  Sometimes they do make their way onto the white sheets, spouting things that show the person inside.  It's a precious, precious talent that, if cultivated, can be used to change the world for the better.

A Few Words

Ah, characters are the heart of a novel but plot is the soul.  You can't have one without the other.  Well, I guess you can have characters without any story but it will be very dull and uninteresting, kind of like a bunch of musical notes thrown together.  Unless they're arranged into some kind of order, the result is rather unsatisfying.

My aim has always been to write a novel.  Plot is the most difficult for me, I think.  Therefore, I mean to focus on the people who populate my novel.  Maybe they'll tell me what kind of a book they want to be in.  Their personalities will have no small influence on what kind of a story they're written into.  That's why I've always loved fictional characters.  Some of them seem to live and breathe right along with you.  They become your best friends or the ones you'd love to hate.  Even evil characters almost always have a spark of good in them.

But what I need is diligence.  How can I express myself on paper if I don't write?  I can't.  That's just the point.  If I run up against a wall, then I just have to learn to climb.  What they see is true, though.  Before you can get to the top of a mountain, you need to learn to climb.  The same is true for writers.  Taking the plunge is more than just jumping in.  It's a whole art, learning the techniques, the craft, and perfecting your own skills, while trying not to lose your style along the way.  And, if you trust in God, He'll lead you through.  The Lord will never fail you.

Lately...

...I've been inclined to leave off blogging. Why is that? I don't understand myself. Well, after all, I've neglected my journal for over two weeks, even longer than my blog. There has to be something I can blog about that's edifying and interesting. Something that will leave readers hungry for more. Not that I have many visitors to this blog. I could write a review of Pride and Prejudice but I think it would more be a reflection of my thoughts. What about my amateur photography? Would anyone evn be interested in that? Probably not. Most of my photos are not exceptional; I should say, all.

Maybe I should start some lists. My favorite flowers, books, movies, traits, book characters, cat breeds, spices, animals, songs, or even my favorite quotes. At least I can look back on this post for ideas. I'm glad to be back in action. Thanks for reading!

Refreshing Post

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Eighteenth

Remember when you were eighteen? Was there a feeling of exhilaration in stepping into an adult life or was the responsibility a constant fear? Could you care less about passing that milestone or was it a trial all the way? Some thoughts to think about. Time changes our perceptions. Even a day can change your whole world.

Ecological Impact

Now, I am no raging environmentalist fanatic. I don't want to be. All I want is for us to be more aware of the land around us, its creatures and plants. Every habitat and animal is different, as are their needs. Thoughtlessly, we deprive them of their homes and food sources by destroying groves of trees, killing small mammals in the process. Why do we do this? All for the sake of industry and development. We worship the idol of the future, of progress. What happened to the Lord? Apparently, He doesn't rate high on the scales of many people anymore. Shouldn't He be our first priority? We should care for this earth like the stewards that we are. That's what God gave to us. Since He did, we need to repay Him; cultivating His land and maintaining the ecological atmosphere can be accomplished if we try. Though it may seem impossible, we can...we can spin straw into gold.

Cleaning Blues

Spring is in the air and with it the dreaded task of "spring cleaning". How we would like to shrug it off but know (by now), that it will do more harm than good. Trapped. Trapped like someone under oath. Sighs and protest pass our lips and it is with some reluctance that we begin the odious chore.

How am I to start? How are any of us to raise that perfidious task? Here is a tip or two to help you on your way.

• Start small. Begin with one area and don't leave off until is spotless. Concentrating on one place can greatly lessen the feeling of immensity.
• Discard unwanted items. Things that we rarely use or don't need should be discarded. Sometimes it's difficult to part with or old "artifacts" (as I fondly term useless household junk) but it's high time we made a difference in our belongings.
• Keep going. If you work from one end to the other, you'll soon be finished and the room will be sparkling. It helps to go at it doggedly and with determination, success in mind. If you think you can do it, you will.

I hope these little tips did you some good. Please feel free to post your comments!

Smile Through the Tears

It was with much chagrin that the young woman beheld her aged grandmother grieving for a lost sibling. She wrapped her arms around the old woman's neck, whispering in her ear, "I'm so sorry. I know she was your dearest sibling." Sorrowfully, and with much distress, she felt that no words would be of comfort. Ceasing to speak, she once more embraced the grieving lady, and retreated.

Such sadness seems to spill from events like this. At times, it is hard to be cheerful and put on a brave face. But we must if we are to comfort those whom we love. The only solace we can give them is to keep an upbeat attitude. We may fight to keep back our own sadness and this makes us all the more conquerors. At this point, we have mastered our emotions and will for a time, to console another. Hard as it may be, we must learn to smile through the tears.

Conservative Georgia Teen Speaks at CPAC

Please read this inspiring article! Master Krohn is an amazing young man and truly a blessing in these times.

Conservative Georgia Teen Speaks at CPAC

Go Jonathan!