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Smoke, Heat & Memories

The day has me distracted. I try to remain focused on my job and the work I need to do. It has nothing to do with being Monday. It’s not because I had a tiresome weekend nor am fatigued or overly pained. It is not because I am eager to get back to the work on my company projects. It’s not because I have an upcoming trip planned and am looking forward to hitting the road. It is merely to do with the date and something I have in mind that I need to write. It’s a good feeling – that need to write, and even if the thought that started this is internally sad it is not a sorrowful post. Quite the contrary, and I always give in to the urges when they are this strong.

This past weekend was marked by a special event – the marriage of two wonderful people who I am proud to call friends. They both looked amazing and the ceremony was inspiring despite the heat and smoke – it was an outdoor wedding so both elements played a significant role in comfort. Even bringing the party into the shelter of the nearby community hall for the reception didn’t reduce the sweat factor. I am sure everyone dropped a few pounds that day…

Robyn and Joe

I am happy to have a beautiful event mark this weekend in my memories. It is not that new events ever mask or replace old memories that might have marked the days, but it is nice to have rejuvenation to the ones that marred the memory banks. July 13th, 3 years ago, was a day congested with heat and smoke in the air – I won’t forget it. It was a day I found out something that changed lives forever. Changes, whether good or bad, have an effect on one’s life journey. Sometimes it means you go it alone. Other times, it means you have someone to share it.

Best of luck and lots of love on your life’s journey – Robyn and Joe – July 11, 2015


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Ink Posts

The well is full and a thought dips itself into the ink becoming more than an impression or idea – creativity is born. It travels the length of experience and knowledge picking up needed facts to back it up on the way by. Confirmed in its substance and confined to the expertise of its host, the physical record is made in a word, a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph, and then more. Strung together in cohesive patterns they are glued to the page, cemented in time – forever to be read and reread.

These works for a writer are the ink posts of their journey, marking time with words that produce their own story, whether truth or fiction. Words are the skeleton upon which the writing life body is built. Without words there would be no writing. These are the essential parts that must exist for someone with a passion for words to write. Similar to the ancient medical theories that exist, there are substances that make up all composition.

“Essentially, this theory held that the human body was filled with four basic substances, called four humors, which are in balance when a person is healthy. All diseases and disabilities resulted from an excess or deficit of one of these four humors. These deficits could be caused by vapors which were breathed in or absorbed by the body. The four humor were identified as black bile, yellow bile, phlegm, and blood.” (source Wikipedia Internet)

To a writer these life fulfilling substances are blood, sweat and tears and all must be in harmony in order for a writer to be focused on the job of writing. Books, short stories, poetry – all writing – is a composite of a writer’s efforts, from the mind, heart and soul. Without equality, there would be an imbalance in the work a writer produces. Too much passion, not enough effort, no emotion – we can soon see what might or might not come of this combination.

Blood – we are born with the passion flowing through our veins. It is part of us in a way that we cannot explain but blindly accept in the same way we depend on our blood to sustain our life. It’s circulatory and cyclical like our life processes. Drained we are limp and lethargic. Pumped we are energetic and passionate.

Sweat – although the writer lives within us, we have to work at improving and honing our craft. It is necessary to realize that passion, although the lifeblood, it is not enough to produce effectively. Is it as simple as our blood flowing and we live? What kind of life is one that does not contain some effort or appreciation for the challenge it takes to produce creatively? For some this is an easy process, for others the effort is increasingly difficult – as it is in all aspects of life.

Tears – emotions control a writer’s substance. We write what we know and feel and can relate to the basic human emotions with empathy and sympathy. Even if direct experience does not provide us with an immediate, personal connection – we can relate it to something similar or imagined. If we consider that we are the vessel for the work to flow through, we can be confident in the ability to draw the language we need to relate it to others.

Passion. Compassion. Understanding. We must be aware that our words, when released, show who we are just as our physical being shows what we are. The balance we maintain for our physical self contributes to the one we must also have for our writing entities. Harness your passion, unleash your sweat and control your tears. . . this will manage your writing life and allow you to be creative, gleaning what you need from all your humors.

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