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My Lady Moon

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As many may already know, the night of July 12 beheld the first of three huge, red full moons we’ll experience this summer. I wont pretend to know much about what this means in the astrological realm of things – I’ve merely checked out a couple pop-psychology Google search links. I’ll be doing some actual research soon.
Nonetheless, she was stunning. A friend and I both saw vivid geometrical shapes coming off the moon like rays, and I couldn’t help but be inspired to write a lil poem.

The moon is in full glory tonight, displaying her (creamsicle) beauty
in the most visceral way. Brilliant, daring, yet at times blushing – hidden behind a stray wisp of twilight silk
I imagine her shy smile,
And stare
Entranced
I clench my teeth in suspense.

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Last Minute Genius

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Daily Post:

Where do you produce your best writing — at your desk, on your phone, at a noisy café? Tell us how the environment affects your creativity.

 

My writing is not necessarily environment-restricted, but where I am definitely has an influence on the words that float out of my head. I find that I usually write best in a space that is not my own – for some reason, a measure of discomfort (or unfamiliarity maybe?) helps me get my flow going. Perhaps I tap into the hustle and bustle around me, using the humming energy to fuel my own imagination.

I can, however, also work in a still environment. There were times, back when I attended college like a good participant of this society, when I wrote pages upon pages sitting at the desk (only rarely with music) in my dorm room. That was usually a last resort, though – late nights fueled with artificial energy pumping through my veins, frantic fingers clanking out words that almost danced on the screen…what insanity, what accelerated focus! I admire myself in those days. Intense, manic almost, determined to be a last minute genius. Funnily, it kinda worked. I always received excellent feedback on my writing abilities. Maybe I just write better that way sometimes.

Every once in a while, though, there’s a specific place that I have to be in order to successfully write. I can’t really explain why – maybe once in a while my brain only unlocks with a certain key – but it’s always a place that’s readily available to me, such as a school library or certain study lounge. It’s only happened to me while, and only while in school. Now, my creativity and eloquence are more fluid, more available. Always a bit sporadic, though; my mind doesn’t play the consistent game very well. White noise does help; that, at least, I’ve gathered over the years. Too much of nothing sends my brain in circles.

In addition, I’ve managed to create this post over a few different locations – that might say something about my work space preferences. All in all, I have a hunch it doesn’t really matter. If something insides me truly needs to reach daylight, it’ll squeeze, squirm, and argue its way out of me like sweat on a hot summer day. Beads, lines even, that I can’t control, dampening my eyebrows and skin in protest of my body’s own suffering.

Basically, I love writing. And if I can – if I’m lucky enough to touch the goddess of inspiration – I’ll do my best to make it happen.

 

Joy In The Glowing Night

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It seems turmoil is threading its way through a lot of people’s energetic wavelengths; I’ve read quite a few posts recently revealing deep frustrations and sorrows. I have great compassion for all suffering, and hope that it leads to strength and inner peace <3 That being said, here’s a short poem of thankfulness and gratitude!

I offer my obesiances

to whatever deity,

force, energy, or form

that mischievously schemed up

in a most divine fashion

a plan to fulfill my heart’s

utmost desires

(silly

though they might be)

My frustrations,

vaporized!

My doubts,

whisked away by the

glowing chariot of

manifestation and power.

Glory be!

No more hitchhiking for me!

A funky ride

to suit our funky style –

what more could I ask for

in this phase of my life?

The road is long,

but I dare say those

three purring cylinders

will make the trek

both shorter and cleaner –

for dust-free we

gypsies shall be!

That is,

relatively….

^_^

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Also, here’s a really cute picture of my precious road pup. Because who doesn’t like cute things?

Love, peace, and joy to all this gorgeous evening <3