Since my last post yet it feels like an eternity.
Guess that’s what happens when writing at least every other days ceases and life happens.
My life has seriously become imbalanced with my long list of to-do’s somehow shifting the gravitational force and wreaking nothing short of havoc in my daily activities.
At a certain point, all I can do is take it one day at a time. One task at a time. One tantrum at a time and just breathe. I must remember why I work so hard and what motivates me to keep moving even though my body may disagree.
“Enjoy your life, no matter how hard it may seem. When life gives you a thousand reasons to cry, show the world you have a million reasons to smile.”
This is exactly how I feel. And then some when I set-up a post the night before only to find out there was nothing posted.
I have several posts in the drafts stage, yet I can’t bring myself to post any of them at this point. They all seem so bleh that if I post any of them it would only add to my current state of bleh, thereby perpetuating the bleh into my blog and onto innocent bloggers. You are welcome for sparing you from such an unfortunate situation on this fine Sunday evening. Now here I am though, still contemplating what kind of intriguing and interesting post am I going to present to my far from large audience. Blank, once again.
Instead I would like to share something with you that is neither intriguing or interesting, but just is what it is. Last night on Cutlery Corner they were selling this huge steel claw. Yes, I said a steel claw. I do not normally watch this channel, but who could resist watching such an odd advertisement from someone who made this claw seem like a must-have. Apparently steel claws are important for…absolutely nothing except for cosplay because I honestly cannot imagine what Wolverine blades would be useful for in real life. They showed a piece of wood to be scratched by the steel claws because that’s the fun way to scrape wood? I don’t get it, but then again cosplay, marvel characters and sharp pointless tools are obviously not my thing.
A beautiful sunset reserved for a few,
A breathtaking horizon brings life anew,
Caressed by nature’s touch,
You float through the land,
Touching our lives, with heavy hearts,
We reach for your hand,
A slight breeze whisks through the air,
As your face fades away,
We hold on tight to the memories,
That forever will stay,
The impression you left in our hearts it burns bright,
You are now amongst the stars and brighten the night,
The happiness you brought was by far the most pure,
Such unconditional love,
Stronger than one heart could endure,
Strength shall guide me through my days,
With cherished moments so content,
You were indeed my Angel,
Now I know you were heaven sent.
After reading this article, I started to think a little more about the subject. Is cursive dying? As you can see in the image from my first post, I chose to write in cursive simply because it looks more personal to me. Now that I think about it, I don’t even think my teen writes in cursive unless she’s at the bank providing her signature and it’s only since they require the withdrawal to be signed and not printed. Nowadays though, after seeing hundreds of signatures from Generation Y, I think a fair amount of them simply write their name in a more fancy manner and far from that pretty script that you would see your teachers or mothers have (in my day of course).
I write in cursive quite frequently and perhaps it may be because I happen to enjoy writing in general and I kind of fancy my writing. In addition, I feel that the feelings and emotions that transfer from pen to paper are more personal than from keyboard to word processor. I digress. Let’s reel it back to cursive rather than discuss the lost art of mailed letters and cards as that’s a whole ‘nother post in itself.
To combat this “dying” art, my teen has a correspondence box that she’s had for many years. Every few months I require her to actually write a few note cards to family or friends and yes, she must write in cursive. Cursive is not dead yet and I’m sure there are those out there who value it’s significance and beauty just as much as I do.
As for the article, cursive lives. (not) the end.
I wrote this poem many, many years ago during one of my on-again off-again poetry phases. Poetry has always been an outlet for self- expression and I hope to revisit that part of me again some day.
During the presence of love between two distant souls,
I squeezed through the cracks and new forming holes,
They may have occurred while lonely was spent,
Or in between rings when feelings were sent,
Upon a shelf, there lie my thoughts of concern,
While on this final page, a new lesson learned,
The warmest affection only given to replace,
Only to discover their hearts sought a new place,
Yet fully aware of the plans on the wall,
Gone was their face, while twice it’d be fall,
A quick embrace for hours shared that ran thin,
A single trace of salt, left to moisten my skin,
A lengthy wave unseen as you soared through the sky,
I’ll always possess a shoulder to lean, so take care not good-bye.