Monday, July 29, 2013

It Is Okay To Act Brand New

Yes, I said it. It's okay to act brand new. I know that may have been a phrase that someone said to you out of shocking reality that you aren't the same. They may have even said it with an attitude and a hint that you need to go back to the old you.

Twice this week I have heard lessons on living like a child, with a child like mind. Yes, I said that too. Have you ever noticed how care free a child is, how eager they are to experience new things. They may sometimes have a want for their parent to be present in the experience of new things, but they still dive in. We have our Father with us at all times, so no need to fear, we are safe when we have that need to have a 'parent' watching over us.

"if we could only reserve from the baggage that fills our minds when living, we won't pass, we won't hesitate, we won't think that we have failed, we will know that we have experienced and what a joy to experience again, and again and again, because this is so much fun, this is amazing to see.... life is fantastic for the child who knows ice cream and being nice to a stranger gives them the same amount of joy, the feeling of freedom... get out of your old self and act brand new"

(c) since 2011 Ebony Larijani

Friday, July 19, 2013

Passion For Words

In the midst of all the online classes I'm taking, the poetry events I write for, the CD I'm making, the book I'm writing, the family, the friends and other life things. I seem to sometimes choose other things over my passion for words. Don't ask me if its out of guilt, fear or a desire to please others.  I know for a fact that I feel my best when I am surrounded by books/pens/journals/poets, yet sometimes I walk away from them. My choices vary from quiet nights alone with my pen to out socializing with family and friends or networking to promote my organization. There has to be a balance somewhere, meanwhile I am a spinning cycle always on the go, using electronics to the best of their ability to remind me of where I need to be or what I need to prepare for. This morning I came across this and it made me think.
Poetry Prompt

Poetry, like life, is about making decisions. Write a poem to the person you may have become had you made an important life decision differently. Remember, this version of you is also vulnerable to the whims of an indifferent universe, so you're merely making an educated guess as to your doppelgänger's outcome. Craft your poem with respect. You're writing to you
Out of pure respect I reach over to the phone that buzzed all night long, giggling in such a carefree way I walked out my back door to the sun light of life, the smell of air and the definition of Gods creation. A journal lay across the bench beside my hand make river and I do mean hand made for it was my hands that dug and designed. I know they are there, busy cars, punch cards, traffic lights, 9am meetings, appointments, arguments, judgements, neighbors, bystanders, etc. But I do not know what they are, for distractions do not occur in the life of a full time writer. I live to rely information through script and I read to inhale information through my mind. No one sees me, when I am in the depth of a curved letter that needs nothing but my mind to circle it into shape and create a base to the reasons I reason. I chose simplicity to its fullest, there is nothing more desired than that alone.
(c) since 2011 Ebony Larijani

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Too Abstract

Be specific, be detailed, be organized, be attended to. That's my life now. The Law of Attraction has edged me to be more in tune. Okay so maybe the vibration sounds of Dolphins coming out my speakers has me centered also. Anyhow, life is created, not dodged.

I sketched with fine lines as I intended to point out every brittle moment and strong curve, my life was not my own, I needed more, I desired true love, true peace and so as the edge of my pencil did different things other than create words to read, my mind expanded and I smiled, life is amazing, life is the drawing on the window after a rain storm leaves behind dense fog, life is the wild colors that find there way out the lines of a 5yr old child, life is the ice cream that melts off the cone and down you arm and even though you hold a napkin in the other hand you are eager to lick, life is fantastic, like the way the ocean waves hit the shore in a force as if it has been chasing you since creation and finally made it to the tip of your board to send you flying into the sand and hitting so hard that GREAT and WOW are the only words that fall off your tongue.... be specific, be detailed, be organized, be attended to when defining what your life will be...

(c) since 2011 Ebony Larijani

Friday, July 5, 2013

A Serious Question

"If I really loved myself, what would I do"?

This was the question within my daily blog today. Don't you hate it when things come to you at a time they are needed the most? It's like an ironic thing that we love to hate, or hate to love, I haven't figured out which way to phrase it. If we loved ourselves we might actually love these moments instead of thinking "why now".

I stopped and made a list after reading this question. What would I do, that I am not currently doing? Well, my list got so long that I then had to turn to one of my books and remind myself, not to judge myself, yet be free with my emotions and/or feelings. So I did just that.

I must also tell you that I read a few verses this morning in my bible about how to cry out to God to fill my soul with his peace and love and not be filled with the worldly things. Is this why my list was so long? I didn't think so, I kept reading the daily blog and I felt much better when I read, "you can have exactly what you don't have or think you can't". Yes! I wasn't asking for too much and I knew deep down my desires were not worldly things. They were very few things, but deeply desired; good health, joy, love, peace. See, not too bad, nothing out of the norm I wouldn't think. However; there are a million things that are capable of blocking these few things and that is why it was a must that I reminded myself, "if I really loved myself, what would I do".

I love me when there are tiny droplets resting on the tips of the grass, early morning rise... at the door step I sat... I love me when the sun peaks around the neighbors house and I close my eyes to be able to stare at the sun and embrace the warmth... at the door step I sat... when the wind blows and the beauty of tiny water droplets is more deep than the view of an ocean, I know the difference between details and detailed... at the door step I sat...

(c) since 2011 Ebony Larijani