Today I thought I'd share two of my recent paintings and a poem (in 30 6 word memoirs). Enjoy!
Memories determine who we will be.
They hold us in place indefinitely.
They weave themselves through our present.
Memories outline the path for us.
They propel us into our future.
They shape our character and destiny.
Memories remind us who we are.
They know us at our weakest.
They expose our greatest shining moments.
Memories keep me tied to you.
They freeze while time moves forward.
They hold me to moments past.
Memories are smells, sounds, and feelings.
They capture all of my senses.
They are tangible hauntings of emotion.
Memories always look on you favorably.
They remember the best of you.
They paint over your worst faults.
Memories are fantasy wrapped in truth.
They are what should have been.
They never really had the chance.
Memories are the laughter that lingers.
They force a smile at youth.
They brighten up the current setting.
Memories collide with grief, dance partners.
They remind us of what was.
They force us to face reality.
Memories are the key to hope.
They prove our life has meaning.
They prove we have a story.
Life sometimes takes me in crazy directions. My creativity shuts down. Words escape and my confidence as a writer slips away.
Here's a truth: A novelist writes novels, but not always. Sometimes we like to play with smaller works that yield faster results and satisfy us instantly.
Poetry, essays, short stories and flash fiction fix our craving for the craft when our bigger work is hitting a brick wall.
These bite-sized works keep us writing and rekindle our spark as writers. We want you to find them, admire them and appreciate the moments when we aren't acting as novelists but remain dedicated writers.
When my novel is on a break and my juices aren't flowing I write poetry. I write it free form with 6 words on each line. I post each line at Six Word Memoirs. You can find my sixes Here.
This is my favorite so far. I haven't posted it over there yet. I hope you enjoy the sneak peek . . .
A Dance in Earth Major by Heather Randall
Nature is a simple, alluring dance.
The blade of grass rises en pointe.
Trees stretch their branches in relevé.
Every leaf is jazz, splits merging.
Flowers bloom in modern boldness, lyrical.
Spring showers patter "shuffle ball change".
Birds partner to embrace the ballroom.
We admire, a waltz of observation.
Fresh air makes our insides sway.
I've been working on vision planning for my professional interests today. After Identifying who I am when wearing each of the many hats I wear, I took some time defining who I am at my core. If you've only seen me with a hat on, this is the real deal:
I wear many hats, social labels like “wife”, “homeschool mother”, “daughter”, “business woman”, “author”, and “artist”.
However, independently I am just a vulnerable, authentic and fierce woman with intense vision and a subtle impact. What you see is what you get.
I’ll die trying to please you, but I won’t fundamentally change who I am for anyone. I care. I want to please, but I resent people who ask me to compromise my integrity or lower my standard.
I’m content to be in the background, building others up, but the spotlight is sometimes fun too. Who doesn’t like a little sparkle after all?
I crave recognition, but don't expect it. Ultimately, I'm satisfied with an occasional nod from the Father that I'm on the right track.
I'm opinionated and I often get loud when something matters to me. I might even yell when something really matters to me, but I'm completely unaware my voice has raised. It's embarrassing and I'm working on it. Please don't be offended. I just care A Lot.
I’m an unashamed dreamer, an occasional procrastinator and a child of the King of Kings. I exhibit spiritual gifts in teaching and prophesy (where all that passion comes from) and I strive to use these gifts in the places and purposes that God desires.
At my core, I’m an introvert hungry for friendships that will strengthen my essence, not darken it. I’m bold. I’m raw.
I’m shaking in my boots sometimes, but I am loyal to the tasks God gives me and I’m proud of that quality of perseverance.
I admit that I'm emotionally high maintenance, but I'm worth the investment. I don't need much in the way of possessions. I'm storing up treasure in Heaven.
My love language is time and physical touch. A moment with a friend or a gentle hug are gold.
This is who I am, who I'll always be, under the hats.
Who are you?