Highlighting My Well Of Resources

Overflowing

i have been overflowing with so many new concepts

What to share? What to share? Hmmm…

What areas of life would you like to read more about?

here are a few key concepts that i am working on

  • The Elements and How They Relate To The Inner World (Earth, Fire, Air, Water)
  • God Is Life Itself Concept
  • Inner World – Femininity In Art
  • Coming Out Of The Closet – With Your Real Dream
  • Inner Work – What Gives Your Life Meaning?
  • Freedom – Our Soul’s Real Purpose
  • The Animal Within
  • The Larger Field – Our Infinite Backing
  • What’s Your Creative Landscape Look Like?
  • The Goal Of A Spiritual Life Is Perfection – Is That True?
  • The Goal Of An Artistic Life Is Recognition – Is That True?
  • A Date With The Devil – Cultivating New Ways To Deal With Self-Criticism
  • Building Upon Great Ideas
  • Redefining Some Of Our Outdated Beliefs 
  • Soul Research – New Concept (This is a little different than soul searching. Because the idea of soul searching seems “out there”. Soul Research seems more like finding out what’s already inside and bringing the information to the surface).

Which one of these article concepts peaks your interest? Do you have any theories or ideas about one or more of the concepts listed above? Share your ideas in the comments. Eventually I will cover most, if not all of the topics you see listed above.

Thank you so much for reading!

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What Is The Purpose Of Writing?

The Purpose Of Writing

What is the purpose of writing?

I was up at 3 am this morning – partially because my 4 month old son needed his feeding, and partially because I couldn’t sleep. As I laid awake in my bed, all of these questions came to mind.

Why do we write? What is it all for? Why do people care about words? What does writing really mean to the world – if anything at all?

I then thought to myself, what causes people to move the ramblings of their imagination from their head, to paper, and then out into the world? We must somewhere inside feel that our words are going to make a difference, stir up controversy, or draw attention.

Out of the billions of thoughts that we have thought, only a small few have made it to the pages of our novels, our memoirs, posts, articles, and our letters. But why have any of those words at all, made it from the recesses of our mind out into the world?

I figured it’s like this – writing is the form that helps us add order to the chaotic character that we call “the human mind”. It’s the way in which we make sense of our thoughts and the way that we put our feelings into a form we can understand. We can’t fully understand the depths of our soul and pain until we examine ourselves. For some, that is done by crafting a story that shows all we are – projected onto someone else.

It’s a healing journey that allows you to see yourself in the form of another character. The stories that we write allow us to see all of our parts – and to make sense of them. Sometimes with judgment, and sometimes without.

Writing helps us highlight the monsters in our mind that need to be exorcised.

Writing is having something to say – and actually saying it.

Writing is the form we use to help us express the feelings behind our greatest moments of joy. Why? Because you want others who read your work to feel the same joy you have felt, or to at least remember a time when they felt the same way.

Writing is saying, this is my understanding of the world and the things around me. A way of saying, this is simply my perception of things. 

Writing is having the courage to lay your heart on the line, and to face thousands of rejections because people don’t feel, act, and think like you do.

Writing helps show all of who you are – the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s where you can confess your fears, bury the hatchet, tell your story, and release your pain.

Writing is where you can silence your inner critic – if only for a few moments, by writing something beautiful from the space of peace you have within.

Writing can heal the sick, comfort the lonely, and bring hope to the hopeless.

Writing is chicken soup for the soul

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Writing Prompt Wednesday

WPWEDNESDAY

Hello Writers,

The three writing prompts for the day (October 29th) are listed below. Choose one of the prompts and post your poem or short story in the “leave a comment” section.

Writing prompts are a great way to practice your writing, share your creations, and to see how other writers think. Remember to add emotions, describe the scenes, use your senses (smell, sight, taste, touch, & hearing), be descriptive, and don’t hold back. 

1. Write a poem about homelessness using mostly similes and metaphors. 

2. Write a short story about a dream you’ve had recently. 

3. Write a poem that has a color at the end of every line.

I Chose Writing Prompt # 1

The concrete is my bed
Cardboards are my sheets
A smile is my hope
A hot meal is my reach
The strangers that walk by
See me as a leech
They have no idea 
That my heart lost its peace
Degrading like castration
My future’s as bleak
As a bird without wings
It’s unsettling to me
My heart’s as cold as ice
Towards the hand that I’ve been dealt
No money, no life
No warmth to be felt
A hard knock life it is indeed 
I can’t wait for the day
That this darkness sets me free
:::Written By Renee Brooks:::

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The Path

Path

long and arduous

or stop and stare

 

filled with joy

or bouts of despair

 

look up it’s heaven

or the devil’s down there

 

savoring every moment

or engulfed by fear

 

tiptoeing as if the grass were asleep

and twirling around with the wind as it speaks

 

gloom & doom as depression creeps

or move along with my heart at peace

 

is this right

or is this wrong

 

am i weak

or am i strong

 

am I powerful

am i divine

 

or am I cursed

and running out of time

 

along the path, the path i go

where i’ll end up, no one knows

 

:::written by renee brooks:::