Blogging Blues Lifted

blogging-confusion

I think  (watch this space) that I am starting to finally get my head around blogging, even if only a wee little bit more so each week.  Thankfully, after looking  and feeling like this woman last week, I am finally smiling a bit more while I fiddle around on screen.

I have discovered so many amazing blogs already, thank you everyone for sharing.   I will learn the best ways to share with others soon I promise.

Followers please be patient with me as I learn the technical side.  And more importantly as I gradually learn what I want to write about regularly and to whom. Can those two things ever be narrowed down?  We shall see.  Advice and guidance always welcome.

Thank you all for taking this journey with me, I have enjoyed this new way of keeping company and making new friends.

Bloggers Block

Blogging! What was I thinking?
Blogging! Scary!

I created this blog with great intentions of improving upon my writing skills and braving the world of public writing. The only way to learn to fly is to jump, right?

One month later posts are few. My blog haunts me constantly; obtrusively whispering, “I am still here, when will you write again?” To which I offer many replies. For example: Tomorrow I will have more time. Family and work come first. My writings and ideas are not worthy of people’s time. I am not ready. I am not good enough. Blogging is not right for me.

Blog or no blog, only one thing will ever be enough to quiet the persistent whispers thundering daily through my mind incessantly echoing, “Write, please be brave enough to write!”  Obviously, I must simply write and keep on writing!

My blog squeezes immovable crushing pressure on all sides every day. I wonder, when pushed to the point of explosion will bloody juices splatter and dry up in defeat? Or will this steady maceration turn ideas into full-bodied smooth words that will resonate on the minds of others?

“Just write!”, I tell myself again! Writing constantly will slowly melt the fear led freeze, finally letting the rivers run. I know this must be true as I am offered the same advice from trending #writing tips on Twitter. I am not alone. So here I type, thesaurus by my side (shh don’t tell anyone – did Oscar Wilde do the same). Metaphors, similes, interesting vocabulary and personifications are sitting in a nest of inhibition and ignorance, now officially challenged in hopes that one day they will soar.

Courage don’t fail me now. My writing is done for the day; my thoughts bravely shared, interesting or not!  Help me to hit “post”. I tell myself, “Remember, you are not alone. What is the worst that can happen?”  Doubt is creeping in,  “Maybe I should have a pen name instead….”  No, here it goes….Jump! Continue reading

In response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/ice-water-steam/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/ice-water-steam/

I have always moved and still continue to move rapidly in all forms, changing and returning again and again.

Starting mid flow, I am a waterfall, tumbling head over heals, spraying mist to drench strangers with smiles, love and trust.

Of course this openness has occasionally left me falling hard onto rocks. Thankfully, this is not always the case and more often I plunge into a playground of bubbles. I continue in the slowing flow either dwindling along the river bed or lying on the top of the foamy waves eventually rushing into the sea.

Swimming among the bathers and every fish I dangle and dart in the freedom and huge expanse enjoying incredible journeys in every corner of the seabed. Yes, occasionally there are spooky sets of sharp teeth, sneering smiles and unblinking eyes of doom looming in the water, but the next current saves me and swoops me off towards laughing frolicking groups, lapping it up under the sun in the waves.

I never go too deep for too long because I need to be ready to be transported up into the sky in a fine mist, flying fresh and new again, looking down onto the beautiful earth below. I fly fast on the wind or glide in a warm air pocket. I jump from cloud to cloud. I ride every air current exploring every land below. All short and wonderful trips, all different too because anything long and lasting never seems to hold my interest.

When I am ready, I fall gracefully back to earth sometimes as a snowflake dressed for the annual crystal ball. Other times, in anger I pelt the ground as a hailstone – but it never solves anything. When I am sad and even when I am happy I rain in large drops and free fall into the stream, then I glide along the slow current of the river until it builds up pace and heads for the waterfall once again.

As for the future, I would not want it any other way. Free and always simply me with the simple hope lifting up troubled lives by creating rainbows when I dance in sun or by brightening dark winter days with sparkling crystals of light.

Writing Prompt inspired by The Write Practice

Quick 15 minute creative writing based on photo in link below.

http://thewritepractice.com/green-sneakers-writing-prompt/

I ran until I could run no more.  My chest was tight, I could hardly breathe.  The cold air turned my breath in to tiny sharp icicles stinging my narrow throat, sharply twisting their way into my lungs.  I could still hear footsteps in the distance, I was not alone.  No matter how fast or how far I ran, the voices and footsteps would always find me, rattling the frozen cubes of thought in my brain.  No, do not rattle, do not melt, do not let emotion or colour into my heart!  The pain is too great.  I sit in silence, my body growing cold.  I look down at my shoes, my green shoes, and fall into a flood of tears. Glaringly green with great guidance and comfort, my shoes steady me again.

Resolutions: Resolve to live in the present too!

New Year Resolutions

The holiday rush is over and the New Year is closing in fast.  Take a moment to open one last present just for you, the gift of the present moment.   Take a deep breath, stop reading, and simply look around……Did you receive a moment of calm and awareness of your life now?

It is easy to be caught up in the past or worry about the future especially in making New Year resolutions, focusing on past failures and future hopes, but what about now?  It may not yet be perfect, but your life is happening.  Recognise what you have in the moment, see the simple smile on a loved one’s face, smell a warm meal on the table, feel the warmth of the sun, or listen to the song of a bird.  In the words of David Henry Thoreau, “Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land.”  Now is your land of opportunity, make the resolution to watch the present moment today.

I personally feel the need to do this more so now than ever, as my children appear to be growing up faster by the minute.  Often I am desperate for the need to stop time, hold their faces in my gaze a bit longer in that moment that is so easily missed.   These thoughts were captured in a frosty scene one bright morning as I looked down upon a pond held perfectly still in a thin covering of ice.  All the water’s movement stopped in its place, captured, each ripple suspended, every small current fossilized.  Time had stopped in the busy life of that pond, the sun was looming, but at least I could sit and admire it in all its beauty for a moment.  What a privilege!

The benefits of living in the present are endless.  It reduces fear and anxiety, brings calm and contentment, and most importantly it brings gratitude and the wonderful feeling of simply being alive.   Did you know that listening to your own breath is a quick and simple way to remind yourself that you are living, here, this moment, you are alive!

It takes only a few minutes each a day.  Think of it as a quick game of statues, freeze time for a moment.  Breathe, listen and look.  Your senses will come alive.  Remember despite past regrets and future worries, life also brings beauty and small wonders!  Make a resolution, not to let life pass by unnoticed!