CREATIVE WRITINGS
Language is a form of expression and a gateway to connection.
Humans are unique feelers and responders, with the ability to express our thoughts and feelings through a highly developed system of language.
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Letters and their sounds are like building blocks, from which words are constructed and language is formed.
Both written and spoken language can be powerful and transformative, depending on what inspires it and what energies it connects to.
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Here are some creative writings for your inspiration and enjoyment.
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Be Happy to Be Alive
You are meant to be here Rest assured No random act But gifted with a bit Of God and Creation It is your liberation Your permission To produce the uniqueness of you To give back to the universe Which created you Never fear Never doubt You are of account You are meant to be here - Peg Simon
We Are Hope
We often say whether we are hopeful or not, but this is not accurate. Like a stone, we are hope. We radiate hope from the living of life; we have appetites, we yearn, we learn, we grow into a tribe. There, we can sing the song of ourselves, that vibration so unique in the universe. We look to the sky for inspiration, but we can be the sky, the dusk, the dream. We are more powerful than we perceive, more potentialed than we realize. Hope is not a tender flower to be watered. Hope is verve shaking the past into freedom, trailblazing the future without dragging our boulders along. The present might be a gift, but the future is where we are heading. Hope is not a dewdrop on a blade of grass. Hope is the bravery to live our differences. The future is desperate, desperate for our portrayals and permutations in order to expand into limitlessness. - Charles Fischer
A Multimedia Collaboration
The Flute Player
(A Musical Vignette)
A patron of the arts sits upon a warm cushioned chair within a concert hall of acoustical refinement. Outside, in the cold, a down-and-out man in coarse and dirty clothing settles in upon the hard pavement. An orchestra of many tune up; a concordance of rich harmonious notes bring alive a deeply stirring composition. The man outside pulls a flute out of a soiled pocket of his threadbare jacket and positioning the instrument to his lips plays a haunting singular tune. Music knows no boundaries ... It is simply the way of things. - Rosie
