There is a lot to be said for the Sound of Silence! While this was one of my favorite songs back in the 70’s, it is also my favorite time of day. Early morning, still dark, not a car moving, not a bird chirping, not even a cricket squeaking. Just silence. A perfect time for daily devotions, prayer while walking, or just sitting and enjoying the stillness.
In today’s hustle, bustle world, make time for the silent moments. Make time to hear from God, not just talk to Him. Make time to look at the stars way before the sun comes up. Make time to enjoy the darkness. Be still!
Hello my Friends 🙂 Since it’s officially Throwback Thursday, I thought I’d take the opportunity to share a few re-runs and, perhaps, explain a bit about Booknvolume (or, if you’re in a hurry, BnV) After all, I have 21 separate categories, which is enough to make anyone’s head spin (including Mine occassionally!) SO below you will find a brief description of each category and an example of that type of post, with a link to the full post, should you find yourself keenly interested to read more…
Most importantly, I’d like to say Thank You, because without YOU, none of this would ever have happened! It’s rather like the old adage…If a tree falls in the woods and noone is around to hear it, does it make a noise? Likewise I might say: If a Blogger posts into the Internet Void and noone visits, is it really a blog?
Just me musing, really….anyhoo…here we go:
About Me (since you Insist) – Home to my ABOUT info…which I may add to now and then, just for fun.
The Book and Volume of This Distracted Globe
Or Book and Volume
Admittedly, I am an amateur. Sure, I’ve heard about blogs for years, heard people talking about posts round the proverbial water cooler, but I’ve never actually read one. Nope, not a single one, but I know how to spin a tale; I understand and appreciate the basics of English grammar (although I don’t always obey proper form and I do love a split infinitive) so I thought, why not? Give it a go. Have a bash, what’s to lose, really? Bit of time. After all, how hard could it be, sitting at my laptop listening to the sounds of the ocean, or a nice thundery rainstorm, or the ethereal music of Delirium all thanks to the wellspring we know as You Tube. And even If the only person who finds said blog interesting, amusing or, if I’m lucky, entertaining, should be me than that’s just splendid; because if you can’t take a little time out of your day to amuse yourself, then perhaps you’re taking things a bit too seriously. (but I digress)
Awards – Um, yes. Awards given to me for blogging….don’t really want to boast … (Blush) shall we move along? 🙂
Collaborations- Collaborations I’ve done with other skilled poets &/or photographers.
Writing is an Inspiration that should be shared. At least, this is my view. I have enjoyed sharing the creative process with quite a few very talented and inspiring people and would love to share that experience with you as well. If you should like to write with me, please comment back to me. We can collaborate on a poem, short story, interview each other, do a movie review, or select an image and each write something about it just to see where our creative inspirations lead us. Let’s get together and share the Joy of Writing.
Here are the fine artists with whom I’ve collaborated so far:
Dark Fey – Posts, Previews and Information pertaining to “Dark Fey”,my fantasy triology in progress.
Wondering if you might like Dark Fey? I’ve decided to GIVE you an Entire Chapter to decide. And not just any Chapter, The Pinnacle Chapter; the one I wrote first; the one around which the rest of the story is built. So pour yourself a beverage, sit back in a quiet room (or the local pub, depending) and Enjoy this Fantasy Freebie. 🙂 (And for those of you who’ve already read this…or the entire book, MANY MANY thank Yous!!)
The forests of Jyndari were vast and Hwyndarin was set nearly in the heart of the ancient woodland: with good reason. On the coast, storms and high winds could sweep in from the oceans or roll off the heights of the Trynnari Mountains and threaten both the stability of essential Light and the equally indispensable treasures of learning collected through the ages, but deep in the center of the primordial forest storms were seldom a threat or even a consideration. Hwyndarin had been chosen millennia ago as the seat of all learning and artistry for this especial reason, for here the precious tomes from thousands of years of wisdom could be housed safely and here the artisan’s treasures could be protected. Yet infrequently, a significantly powerful tempest would press back the borders of the forest and shatter the tranquility of that peaceful village.
My coworkers and I went for lunch one bright day…nothing special, just a little spot nearby that has really good pork barbeque sandwiches ( which is a specialty in our part of the country and not at all what you might expect since no BBQ sauce is involved)….and ice cream! Not necessarily a great combo, but when you have a few hours to kill…
Wordless Wednesday-ssshhhhhh Nothing to say…the pictures say it all, see 🙂
(You understand, I know you do…)
Your Beautiful Life – A Place for me to showcase and spotlight YOU! Reblogs, Reposts, and Spotlights on other Authors, Bloggers, Photographers, etc. Because YOU make it all possible.
Please allow me to Introduce Michelle James, Quintessential Bookie, Reviewer, and lover of words. Michelle is the author of the blog Book Chat, as well as a reliable source of Encouragement, Friendship and Smiles!
About Her Blog:
Tell us about your Blog.
I started BookChat in June 2013 to share the books I love reading….
I am an effusive and emotional creature (in case you haven’t already figured that out). I cry at commercials that touch my heart. I smile broad smiles when others only grin. I laugh with joyful abandon when others scoff. Life is far far too short and Love is far far too rare not to share a joyful smile or giggle of mirth at every moment that presents itself.
(Now that’s not to say I do not get my work done, that I don’t ever have an off day or find myself stressed and in need of a frosty beverage or some other form of mental diversion, but on the whole, by and large…well, you see where I’m going, don’t you? So I’ll get on….)
I verbalize (perhaps a bit too much, now and again) how I feel, what I think, ways that moments touch me, dreams I’ve had or simply created; I verbalize everything. (well, nearly) I tell people Thank You before they expect it. I give a gentle ego boost when someone seems low. I share with my friends how much they mean to me, whether in serious or in funny ways, that will make them smile. I am Effusive…perhaps to a fault.
I am also a sensualist (we’ve covered this ground before, but I really am going somewhere with this, so do please bear with me, I shan’t be long.) I don’t scowl and pretend to be too cool, I take pleasure in things. Elaborate or simple, expensive or moments that cost not a dime. I look up at the stars, I notice the berries ripening on the bushes, I see the squirrels scampering and I smile. I breathe in the fresh, crisp scent of winter; I gaze long and hard at the colours around me; I touch, either with my hands or my heart; and I look upon that face and smile with remembrance (sorry, that bit’s just for me) I listen to music that lifts my soul; broad and expansive, ethereal or ancient, rhythmic or classical, music enriches and delights in ways words simply cannot.
I am Effusive and Sensualistic. So when I see something that may draw a single tear to most eyes, I weep with deep sobs and trembling.(although when this happens at the theatre, I will stifle myself as quickly and quietly as I am able, not to the chagrin of my movie-going friends!) When I hear music that may draw a sigh from another, again, I cry out of the sheer delight and the pure beauty of unencumbered emotion communicated without words. When I read something that might make the average reader nod in agreement or say quietly, “wow”, I tremble as if intoxicated, moved by the deep well of emotion within me, and often, very often, open myself to the deluge of inspiration and words that ever comes as a result. And when I watch a movie, when I see an actor perform a scene with unparalleled, exquisitely expressive skill and it moves me to laugh (yes, out loud) or cry, equally out loud, there is little I can do to stem the tide.
I am Effusive. I express myself openly and honestly. Sherlock may call it a human failing (perhaps among others) but, Being a Sensualist, I rather do not mind.
Just a bit about me, not that you asked, but being effusive, ( well, you see my point….)
Beautiful Original Artwork by : Lauri Blank
What Inspires me? What lights the candle of my imagination and sets the flame burning high? What is it that opens the floodgates of words, like a rapid, rushing torrent into my thoughts to overtake me, sweep me up and away, bearing me upon the tide into the depths of any ocean?
It is difficult to define that precise place where a fanciful notion or musing thought becomes greater than itself, steps beyond the precipice of promise and unfolds into a blooming illusion filled with imagery, lyricism and emotion; yet I shall endeavor to relate some portion of the mystery, if I am able, for there are times when, I too, barely comprehend it.
Words stand ready at any given moment, whether newly awakened or late blooming in the deep recesses of the night, to burst from their sheltered waiting place and spiral into lyrics and phrases that tempt the mind’s eye, pluck at the tender heartstrings, or turn a mirthful corner of a smile. Like a madman’s mind, held captive to his whimsy by irrationality, so too am I held in the ever abiding embrace of words, in so powerful a manner and so inescapable a fashion that, when my gaze alights upon an image that strikes interest, it takes little more than a momentary pause to release the deluge.
Music plays an integral role in this process, spinning a web that surrounds me, encases me, sustains my Imagination and nurtures the soul. Whether it is Classical, New Age, themes from soundtracks, or even Depeche Mode, music lends its gracious light to everything I write, shimmering in the background or blazing like a ruddy fire in the midst of each word. Music is magic as precious and essential to me as vocabulary and grammar, serenading nearly every waking moment.
Spirit Speaks unfalteringly and blends its gracious beauty into my thoughts and words through Blessing alone. I believe each living, breathing being and creature embodies a living Spirit that extends from and ultimately returns to The Source of all Life. The Spirit Speaks unceasingly; whispering mystery; shouting quietly, proclaiming every truth we need to understand; singing in harmony with the longing for Love, Hope, Peace and Joy that sits upon the throne of each heart. I Listen, as best as I am able, by opening my heart without questioning, trusting the Love I know so well; smiling in its poetic embrace each time it reveals itself and I am ever…EVER…amazed and humbled by the Beauty that stems from this Source.
Inspiration rides the currents of these tides, like a galleon rocking in the tempestuous ocean of my thoughts; sailing upon the languid currents; whirling in the magnificent splendor of the maelstrom and, often, it is all I am able to do to hang on.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: artsgr1e at Deviantart.com