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The word ‘awakening’, in my humble opinion is sure to be the buzz word of 2013. The world events in 2012 gave many a rude awakening. Although these horrid events have happened for centuries all over the world, the fact that we are subjected to details quickly and accurately to the point of bombardment with thanks to social media and the Internet has left many reeling.
I counted the number of times during the normal process of my day that the word was contained in blog posts, articles, book titles, poems, magazines etc… and came up with an astounding 48 times in one week.
Now there are several ways to identify ‘awakenings’ both in the spiritual sense and in the common sense areas. Some people need a super dose in the common sense area but I am comfortable letting Karma take care of them. In the spiritual sense…

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Free Write Friday #16: What does Freedom mean to you?

fwf-specialThis week Kellie Elmore welcomes Jessica Kristie to this special edition of FWF. Jessica is an award winning author, an advocate for art, and an activist against human trafficking. Read more HERE

Now for the Free Write Friday Prompt…

What does freedom mean to you?

Freedom: the only entity that does not carry a price tag but comes at a high price

FreeWhen I first saw the prompt for Kellie’s Free Write this week, different words immediately popped into my head, such as liberty, justice, joy, happiness, dancing, singing, worshiping. So, these thoughts led me to examine the letters that make up the word, much like I remember doing in high school. Of course, back then the chosen words were more flippant and rarely truly serious. It was a game. It was simply for fun and a time of laughter. Here are my thoughts today on the word freedom:

Free will

Right to act, speak, or think

Escape from tyranny

Equal opportunity

Doing without restriction

Ongoing liberty

Making choices

All of this seems reasonable, inherent and natural. Why? If you are born in America, there is no need to question why. BUT, if not, then that’s a different story. Most of us here in America have no clue what it is like to live in a non-free society. We hear about such places, read stories of people forced into slavery, and watch TV or movies that depict the hatred and cruelty surrounding those living in countries that offer no civil or political rights. You are told what to do; you do it: no question! It doesn’t matter whether you LIKE it or not…you have no choice, no voice!

I suppose what gnaws at me the most is the passiveness by which America takes her freedom(s). How much does the average citizen know about the establishment of America as a free nation? Was it magic? POOF! America is free! I am free-e-e-e-e! NO! There was absolutely no magic involved. Sacrifice…the ultimate sacrifice is the price paid for freedom!

Being an educator, my mind reverts back to a recent experience. I work with teachers in an online environment. Those wishing to obtain their Florida Reading Endorsement on their teaching certificate must teach a lesson in the classroom and submit it for evaluation. That’s where I come in. I am the facilitator/evaluator. It is my decision (choice) as to whether they pass or not. Of course, that decision is based on stringent state criteria. It is not just me as one person saying “you pass, ” “you don’t.” It is not a dictatorship. At the same time, each teacher has been given the opportunity to enhance his/her education, no boundaries regarding race or religion. lt is not a case of “only men can be educated,” “women are subjugated.”

It was during one of the video presentations that a total enlightenment occurred and it came from a class of fourth graders. The topic of discussion included questions/answers where events were being recalled which led up to the penning of The Star Spangled Banner by Frances Scott Key. In 1814, Key was inspired by the American victory and the sight of the large American flag flying triumphantly above Fort McHenry, Maryland. Here is a brief excerpt from the video:

Teacher: Do you think things were better back in the day than they are today? Do you think people were more patriotic back then than they are today? Do you think people were more honored?

Students: Overwhelmingly the response to each question was “yes” by the students.

Teacher: Why would you say “yes?”

Students: Back then they got away from England because of taxes. They became free and glad to be their own people (pause) with independence. Now that time has passed we are used to being free.

Teacher: So, today we expect it, instead of appreciate it?

Students: Overwhelmingly the response was “yes” from the students.

Did your thoughts coincide with the responses from the fourth graders? Were you surprised at the outcome? Is that true of America today? Are her freedoms, liberty and justice simply being taken for granted, totally expected, but not truly appreciated with consideration of the sacrifices made by our forefathers and still being made today? Think about it!

What does freedom mean to me? It means hope, faith and courage; it means honor and respect; it means standing up for what I believe in; it means I have a choice, I have a voice! I have the right to make that choice regardless of the situation, I have the right for my voice to echo the National Anthem, the Pledge of Allegiance, a silent prayer/a verbal prayer, a tribute to our military, and so much more.

For America to remain free, it should not be the government telling me or anyone else what to do or not to do, it should be the people telling the government what needs to be done, working together, united for the common cause! There indeed lies freedom!

ALWAYS REMEMBER…

AND JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS ALL

TO ME FREEDOM IS…

What Does Freedom Mean to You from Abhishek Shah
FREEDOM IS OPPORTUNITY TO BE AND DO THE BEST YOU CAN!
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The Glass Winged Butterfly

Greta_oto You can see through window panes, glass doors, shards of crystal, precious gems but have you ever thought about seeing clearly through a butterfly’s wings? Well, you can! The Glasswinged Butterfly (Greto oto) has translucent wings, very unique, very delicate. In other words, its wings become windows.

one thinks all has been seen
then a butterfly comes into view
a marvel of nature
you can see right through

clear through its wings
to the leaves or ground
wonders of nature
always abound

Glass Winged Butterfly from worldTC
Having enjoyed the slideshow, now feast your eyes upon the video!
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A Pristine Side of Winter

IceCrystalsAwaken inner thoughts of beauty and solitude even in the bleakness of Winter. Put your imagination to work with some new, rather unique, visions of Jack Frost. While it may be br-r-r-r cold outside, there is so much beauty to behold during the season of Winter. Yes, that’s right! Don’t be misled by visions of the drab, dreary, gloomy side of Winter but look around at the amazing sights that can only be encountered in the coldest season of the year.

Relish in the Winter spirit. The cold, crisp air refreshes the lungs with a quiet walk where the only sounds are the crunching of ice crystals underfoot. Listen to the wind-chimes as the North Wind sends a swift brush of cold through the air.  Examine every tree, shrub, plant and field as it displays its own uniqueness having been gently touched by nature’s paintbrush of downy white.

You can find solace deep within yourself once you are lost in a daydream that explores the magical mysteries of Winter. Cleansing, refreshing, invigorating! Then, enjoying the warmth of a cozy fireplace after such an exhilarating experience invites a steaming hot cup of white chocolate cocoa spiked with a stick of cinnamon:)

Jack Frost invites you to experience a pristine side of Winter. . .

(Be sure to click the tiny square at the bottom right to watch the video in full screen view.)

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What is your blueprint for writing?

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Where do think the inspiration arose to build a house whose windows offer a 360° view from the Pacific Ocean to the Channel Islands to Boney Mountain to the Serrano Valley toward sunsets and a sky flooded with city lights? What inspired a seamless expanse of glass? Could it be the influence of its intimate connection with nature?

An open window’s unique view
Thrusts awareness upon you
Look up, look down, look left, look right
Inspiration lies in plain sight

Make note of what you see
There’s magic in imagery
Spirits of inspiration
Whisper through imagination

©2012 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

Imagination  ̴  a Blueprint for Writing

[NOTE: This is an article written at the request of Aditya Samitinjay. Aditya is a student of Medicine and lives in India. I encourage you to visit his blogsite Being Chirpy! He features some great articles, Living Healthy – The Right Way, life changing stories and lots of inspiration.]

Each of us approaches writing from different viewpoints but each writer brings to the writing board knowledge, experience, and awareness or perhaps a blending, which has been known to result in a mishmash of random thoughts. Sometimes ideas expand life’s very existence and soar on the wings of imagination. Such mental flights lead to destinations beyond reality into a realm of wonder. But, what inspires the mind to enter into this imaginative domain: Is it fact bound by secretive desires or vessels bearing messages of sheer fantasy? Is it simply a matter of fact or fantasy, or could both be carriers of this infectious passion to imagine?

ArchitectToolsTake the architect for example: the designer behind that which puts inspired visions and the very essence of imagination to their ultimate test. What are his tools? Is his drawing board really much different from a writer’s writing board? Doesn’t architectural design require going beyond the limits into depths sometimes totally unfathomable? Like the writer, the architect must begin with ideas utilizing knowledge, awareness and experience. Throughout the planning phase, random thoughts may shift the facts opening windows toward dreams, a fantasy ultimately becoming reality.

Some basic architectural tools necessary in producing the blueprint, or design plan, include the drawing board, compass and triangle. Let’s examine how each perhaps has its own place on the writing board and what each one has to offer as inspiration.

Drawing board – The Soul

DrawingBoard1Guileless, mind-boggling, gut-wrenching, heart-warming, such descriptors shape the whole and parts that comprise the soul or platform for either design attempts or writing. But, here again, where does the inspiration lie? If the goal is simplicity, perhaps knowledge alone is enough to inspire documentation supported by discovery and research. Life, however, is a journey during which a vast amount of knowledge is accumulated along the way. Real-life experiences fill in the gaps thereby creating uniqueness. It is within such experiences where inspiration is gathered and shared. Most important, however, is awareness: being able to observe and listen to life’s quiet whisperings.

Think about it: A person can be blessed with a plethora of knowledge along with multiple experiences to his credit yet be totally deft to the whispers of awareness.

The architect’s drawing board is the soul for the writer. This is where the written word presents itself in forms that reach the deepest depths of the gut or adds flair and flavor to warm the coldest heart. It is here that the spirit reflects light or darkness, seriousness or humor, individuality or family, peacetime or war, beauty or beastliness, or perhaps faith, charity and love.

This is where imagination meets creativity: awareness is intense, inspiration is born.

Triangle – The Heart

TrianglesWhether creative non-fiction, fiction or poetry, all three propagate from emotion echoing directly from the heart. Encounters in life lead to different forms of writing for different purposes—fascination, relaxation or inspiration. Fascination feeds the imagination and breeds fantasy. Relaxation of the mind stills the heart. Uplifting words reflect on individual or family occurrences, camaraderie and adversity, love, hope, and reality, as well as dreams and fantasies. Words of wisdom often present themselves as encouragement throughout the day or through an eventful time in life allowing emotions to escalate or simmer.

For the architect, the triangle is used for precision and venturing outside the circle much like the writer who thinks outside the box. Triangulation occurs within the writer’s heart as emotions vacillate from frustration, anger and despair to love, passion and fear while confronting possible shadows of loneliness, shame and rejection. Within a moment’s time, feelings of joy, isolation and being downright scared exist as the heart maintains rhythm, color and style!

Remember, life is a journey; let its destination be where the heart wants to be. Don’t listen to voices of doubt and dissent; inspiration takes control when you listen to your heart.

Compass – The Mind

CompassThe mind constantly changes direction and writing can sometimes present itself in full circle bringing you back to where you started – a 360° turn – with feelings of ‘spinning your wheels’ so to speak. The ideas are there but the connection has not been made as the mind randomly shifts from one thought to another. Yet, don’t let go completely of any random thought for it may be the seed from which new inspiration grows.

This is the place where sectors present themselves in varying degrees. Where the compass bisects angles and produces arcs of different degree measures for the architect, so do the words, ideas, expressions and thoughts of the writer present varying degrees of interpretation and perception as they pass through the corridors of the mind. They slip and slide, are cut and replaced, bound together and segmented, overturned and overlooked until the pieces fit together and flow smoothly from beginning to end.

Without the mind’s compass to cross the divides and frame the intersections, the blueprint would be imaginative but fail to meet the challenge of inspiration. Sometimes it is best to just stop. Walk away. Step outside and listen to life’s songs. A quiet mind echoes inspiration of the heart and soul.

The Blueprint – The Body

BlueprintFull throttle ahead . . . the platform is set, emotions are in place, the mind is focused! While the compass and triangle bring life to the architect’s drawing board, the heart, mind and soul transport thoughts, feelings and desires to the writing board. The embodiment of all things imagined is heightened through inspiration and awareness acquired along life’s journey.

So, how does imagination become the blueprint for writing? It comes from conscious awareness of all that is around you. It is the scariest of the scariest, the loveliest of the loveliest, the good with the bad, the happy and the sad. It is inspiration received from observing life at its best (or worst), listening to life’s songs, embracing life’s bounties, breathing the breath of life and above all savoring life to its fullest. It’s looking upward watching white puffs of cotton become shades of pink cotton candy then, quickly transforming into deep shades of grey waiting to quench the thirst of all willing to savor and cherish every drop. It is the Atala butterflies hovering in the wind radiating incandescent blue-green on their wings as red-orange abdomens expand in the sun. It is the angel of light appearing through the mist casting sunbeams that overcome the shadows. It is the ladybird feeding on the whitefly and aphids revealing beneath its wings a moment captured.

What inspires your blueprint for writing? Just imagine.

Think about the architect: Where do suppose he got the inspiration to build a house whose windows offer a 360° view from the ocean to mountains to a valley toward sunset and a sky flooded with city lights? What inspired a seamless expanse of glass? Could it be the influence of an intimate connection with nature?

Inspiration is nature viewed as a diamond in the rough. Take a break for whatever is going on in your life. Step outside. Look around. Each day try and notice something you did not see, hear or smell the day before. Captivating moments are right before your eyes, music to your ears, within your very grasp and under your nose waiting to be enjoyed. Walk among the wildflowers and take time to smell the rain!

 

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Free Write Friday #15: Time and Place

FreeWriteFridayBadgeWelcome to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday! If you are new here, please feel free to read the intro. Otherwise, let’s get started.

This week’s FWF prompt is a time and place scenario:

You are in the woods and you stumble across a tin box sticking up out of the ground.
You dig it up to find…

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If you would like to join in on the challenge, here are the things to remember:

  • Post entry on your blog.
  • Comment this post with your link.
  • No deadline. No word limit.
  • Be kind and comment others.
  • Use #FWF hashtag on Twitter.

Just you and me, we thought!

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A walk in the woods
hand in hand
kicking up leaves
like they were sand

Ouch! That hurt!
toes quickly rebound
something metal
buried in the ground

Let’s see! Let’s see!
what’s your pleasure?
we’ll surely share
if a treasure

Carefully lifting
a corner exposed
my favorite lunch box
right under my nose

How did it get here?
this just can’t be
then a rustle
from a nearby tree

We turned
together in time
just as my brother
begin to chime

Gotcha! Gotcha!
but surprise ain’t over
look inside
it’s not stinking clover

Laughter reigned
heartily as can be
peanut butter and jelly
a picnic for us three

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©2012 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

[Personal Note: After a day in the hospital with my husband, I had to make this humorous. Enough seriousness for one day. He is on the road to recovery!]

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2012 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 17,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 4 Film Festivals.

Click here to see the complete report.

NOTE: catnipoflife‘s sister site, Awakenings, is BlogSpot. I have not discovered a similar summary as the one presented on WordPress to be available on BlogSpot. I did discover some interesting nuggets while researching on my own:

Awakenings…

Pageview chart 23,802 pageviews – 172 posts, last published on Dec 29, 2012 – 75 followers
The post with the most hits: Word of the Day – Beer with 3,043
The post with 2nd most hits: Historic Visions of the Past with 630

As compared to catnipoflife…

Pageview chart 17,197 pageviews – 231 posts, last published on Dec 29, 2012 – 201 followers
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Do you see what I see? Okay, my catnip followers, let’s see more visitations and comments in 2013! I love you all! Cheers in the New Year!
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Awakenings: Arrival of the “Ghost Dance”

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Arrival of the “Ghost Dance

This Day in History: December 29, 1890 –
Massacre at Wounded Knee 

How did it begin, this hate for the Indian nation?  They were, after all, native to America well before the arrival of the “white man.”

Sharla Shults‘s insight:

Such senseless killing and for what end? And the senselessness has not stopped to this day!

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Free Write Friday #14: Resolve

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Welcome back to Kellie Elmore‘s Free Write Friday! If you are new here, feel free to read the intro, otherwise let’s get started…

This week, our FWF prompt is:

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I resolve…

to not make any resolutions this year
that are not
manageable
doable or
easily attainable!

Every year I
manage to list
resolutions
to never
take a moment’s
time to revisit

Why?

They are unmanageable
Too many

They are not doable
Too demanding

They are not easily attainable
Too farfetched

So, why make them?

To impress others?
To say I have them?
To hope!

Resolve, resolute, resolution
Any way you look at it
It is hope

I hope for determination
To follow through
Should I decide to resolve


©2012 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

Thank you, Kellie, for another great challenge!

Happy New Year!

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Life is a Struggle, Accept it!

So often events of life leave us with questions without answers…Why is THIS happening? Why is this happening to ME? What did I DO? What did I do? WHY me? Why ME? WHY ME!

Life is a struggle, it is up to us to accept it. It IS a Bed of Roses full of many thorns. Yet from its thorny stem bursts forth velvety soft petals of such a rich radiance that its aromatic fragrance emits an essence of healing.

Next time you question WHY me? Why ME? WHY ME! reflect on the thankfulness of your ability to see the beauty! At that point, lift your head high, let the “Why me?” become Thank You!

beauty is all around us

hiding among
spines and thorns
of the cactus and rose

 Surrounding
the broken limbs
the naked branches

 Lying among
the ugly weeds
the dried up leaves

It sleeps, it waits
Timeless
in its splendor

 For just the right moment
To emit its power to heal

To soothe
To comfort
To embrace


©2012 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

 

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