A man should conceive of a legitimate purpose in his heart, and set out to accomplish it. He should make this purpose the centralizing point of his thoughts. It may take the form of a spiritual ideal, or it may be a worldly object, according to his nature at the time being; but whichever it is, he should steadily focus his thought forces upon the object which he has set before him. He should make this purpose his supreme duty, and should devote himself to its attainment, not allowing his thoughts to wander away into ephemeral fancies, longings, and imaginings. This is the royal road to self-control and true concentration of thought. Even if he fails again and again to accomplish his purpose (as he necessarily must until weakness is overcome), the strength of character gained will be the measure of his true success, and this will form a new starting point for future power and triumph. —James Allen
Monthly Archives: February 2014
The Cave (Picture it & write)
Freezing, numb, and trembling, in the deep-dark recess of the cave, she watched as the night dissolved to reveal first rays of the morning light. The flickers of light chased some of the sadness away, and was replaced with a glimmer of hope. She shuffled her nearly immobile and weakened limbs forward, easing out of the darkness, stepping into the light, and that’s when she saw him standing at the mouth of the cave, waiting and keeping watch over her throughout the night. He didn’t dare force her to come out and knew that she would in her own time. As she approached he saw recognition register first, then disbelief, and under it all was immense gratitude that shown in her eyes. Relief flooded him and all of the doubts that plagued him throughout the night were cast aside. They stood in silence, on opposite sides, watching the sun rise and push the suffocating fog away. He knew she was not ready, so he didn’t push. He would be holding her hand though, when she was ready to step out of the cave and fully into the light – where she would shine, when it was time.
***
Absolutely loved this week’s photo prompt from Ermilia’s blog.
Mother Cursed
Source: We Heart It
The girl was twelve and the boy just turned fourteen, when their mother was abruptly taken away. The two orphaned children, a brother and a sister were out wandering the shores of the ocean, hand-in-hand as they were stalked by an evil Enchantress, who recognized their internal powers and coveted them and contrived to take them to increase her own strength.
The shoreline was a peaceful place that the children returned to everyday. Despite the darkening clouds and rain pouring down all around, the children smiled cheerfully as they made their way from one end to the other. They swung their clasped hands high up into the air as they skipped along and sang a melodic song. The sound of falling rain slapping against the oceans surface drowned out the actual words and kept them from reaching the stalking Enchantress.
The Enchantress grew impatient and moved out from behind the trees, ready to attack the children and hold them in a binding spell while she siphoned their youthful magical energies. The children’s mother was cursed by Sorcerer and shackled nearby, at the bottom of the sea. Despite her transgressions the Sorcerer who cursed her felt some regrets, for when he cursed the children’s mother to punishment he didn’t want their youthful ruin on his hands, so he said she would forever remain trapped under the sea, unless her children were in imminent danger and only then would she be freed.
The evil Enchantress began to cast her spell against the helpless children and the shackles holding their powerful mother at the bottom of the sea were released, and she sprung up like a geyser to protect and reunite once again with her young children, while the vile Enchantress was sucked up by the angry ocean to take her place at the bottom of the sea, where she would forever be.
***
Yup, it’s that time again, Free Write Friday: Image Prompt by Kellie Elmore on FWF here is my contribution.
Deep Time at MohenJo-Daro
This is an amazing piece, I love it!
Are Your Blogging Goals Slipping? Help to Get Focussed
Tedious Tidying
Why didn’t anyone tell me the things I needed to know when I originally set this blog up? I’ve been posting here for 51+ days now, and my anxiety has been growing over each and every one of those days as the mass accumulation of clutter built up before my eyes on the home page with every post. Arrgh! I can’t take it anymore! Yes, I have a few issues. No, I won’t push the button on the elevator (lift) or at the crossways if you are there and willing and capable. Also, I refuse to touch the door handle of a public bathroom when exiting without a paper-towel, and if there is no tissue then I’ll just kick it open because eww there are a lot of dirty people in this world, and women make up at least half, if not more. Any way, now that I’ve vented a little I feel better and can go on to investigate options to bring order, balance, and peace to my page and mind. I’ve discovered the use of categories and indexed all of my posts appropriately – that took an hour. Next, I’m going to look for a theme that is appealing to my… special need for balance. If you have any blogging tips or tricks or themes to suggest please share to reduce my distress over this chaotic mess.
