It’s early here. Especially early considering it is Thanksgiving Day in the United States. I have a blanket wrapped around my legs, the warmth makes the joints and bones feel decent. Who would have thought at my age I would need to be doing that? But then no one would have ever thought Mr. Human Heater would ever need a blanket.
So what am I thankful for today,
on this National Holiday?
I suppose I need to start with God,
and continue with that I at least still have a bod.
Family must be in the picture,
I hope that cranberry salad is of the right mixture.
Loved ones and smiling faces galore,
or the thoughts that I most adore.
Creativity and my imagination,
are two things needing appreciation.
Of course my friends here and there,
and those most loved everywhere.
You come upon a holiday and wonder what to write about. Do you write about the foods and traditions, which usually are the foods? The favorite deviled eggs. It’s a thanking God day and deviled eggs are one of Southern people’s favorites? Yes, my addled brain finds humor in that. It reminds me of a story my old pastor once told.
Jesus Restores Two Demon-Possessed Men
Matthew 8:28-34
28 When he arrived at the other side in the region of the Gadarenes, two demon-possessed men coming from the tombs met him. They were so violent that no one could pass that way.29 “What do you want with us, Son of God?” they shouted. “Have you come here to torture us before the appointed time?”
30 Some distance from them a large herd of pigs was feeding.31 The demons begged Jesus, “If you drive us out, send us into the herd of pigs.”
32 He said to them, “Go!” So they came out and went into the pigs, and the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and died in the water.33 Those tending the pigs ran off, went into the town and reported all this, including what had happened to the demon-possessed men.34 Then the whole town went out to meet Jesus. And when they saw him, they pleaded with him to leave their region.
What does that have to do with Thanksgiving? My old pastor and friend told the story from the Bible and was very serious as he looked out over the congregation in the church that Sunday and followed it up with “And that is the first known record of Deviled Ham in history.
Yes, I am thankful for that friend who taught me to enjoy the Bible, find humor in life, and have an unshakeable faith.
A post today so random it had to be from me, Ronovan Writes. I write everything after all. But then when being thankful, is it really random if you are sharing what you are thankful for?
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Happy Thanksgiving to Those in Tryptophan land today. And if you don’t want turkey, a nice broccoli or squash casserole would be excellent. Send any left overs to:
Sounds impossible I know but they do. I am an odd person. I have strange ailments. Today let’s talk about Amnesia. Mine is persisting in much of the areas of my life.
First of all I don’t want people to think this is a pity article. I’m fine. When I say I am fine, I really mean it. I am merely sharing this for people to understand why things happen in my life the way they do and perhaps they have experiences with someone and this might help explain it. So really, I handle this all the time, every day, so no worries, Okay?
For those of you not aware, I fell in my home and received a concussion which caused Retrograde Amnesia, meaning memories before the accident as well as Short Term Amnesia, meaning I have problems retaining current information. Now you know why I write so much. Think of this Blog as my notes on life and even my poetry can tell me where and what I was at during a given day.
The Short Term Memory Loss is the issue here. Mine tends to be when I sleep, or am absent from something too long. My mind also apparently uses it as a defense against reminders of bad situations.
I recent times my Chronic Fatigue has been flaring up in a big way resulting in a lot of sleep, not good for the memory. I’ve forgotten people. I’ve forgotten friends.
Why do people hate me?
I forget them. That’s bad. I know it. But then there is something in my mind that says run. There is an element of fear there. Did you know a big guy like me fears something like forgetting people and their hating him? Yeah, it happens. I have a lot of issues in life to deal with, one is my son. Can you imagine being 10 and having a father who has Amnesia, Fibromyalgia, Osteoarthritis, Chronic Fatigue, Light and Sound Sensitivity and isn’t allowed to drive yet?
My son worries about me every day. He checks on me all the time. He doesn’t know that I notice but I do. I see him looking in my room to make sure I am okay. Yeah, my son has to be the kid with the weirdo dad. I try to act as normal as can be around him but there are limitations.
Then I have people that hate me.
My number of waking hours each day have dwindled. My writing here has dwindled, my writing on LitWorldInterviews has dwindled recently. I did NaNoWriMo but i felt obligated after agreeing to it and that’s where the most of the waking hours went. My mind operates differently than most I suppose.
So for those hate me . . .
Okay. once I get all those other problems under control, maybe I cam make it so people won’t hate me as much. For now, I am just trying to stay awake long enough to see my son at night and trying to get up in the mornings to see him off to school.
Much Respect
Ronovan
PS-I would have mentioned the 24/7 Migraines I have but I thought that was over kill.
I’m not one that’s known from shying away from topics that are difficult or sensitive.
Ferguson.
I was going to write about this, and I even did a little but then as I looked at the media reports and the hatred being put out there to fan the flames higher and higher, I decided I would rather talk about . . .
In all honesty, I don’t know what to talk about. If I were to say I support the outrage and the protests at the decision of the jury, then I would be fanning the flames as well. If I said that based on the autopsy reports and the photos of the officers face following the event, that I could see how the jury came to their decision, then it would suddenly become a racial issue.
Even though I am not 100% White.
Some are looking at my photo and wondering what could I be. It doesn’t matter what I could be, it’s what you see that matters. “Love your neighbor as yourself.” In this situation, on both sides, if that phrase had been used and lived by none of this would be a discussion, and that starts with the stealing from the store earlier all the way through today and how protests are destroying property of people not involved.
Finally had the courage to validate it today. 50, 292 words of a YA adventure book. Nice experience and now I might have some time to get back to Blog World.
Yes I put his link in there because seriously, if you have an author for a significant other, child, sibling, parent, or whatever and you want to give them a gift for Christmas they would love you for life for, go there and contact Chris. A custom designed book cover is a dream come true.
I love a song. A beautiful song. It’s a remake of a Vertical Horizon song called Best I Ever Had. The remake or cover is by country artist Gary Allan. As with any song the lyrics can take on the meaning you give to them. I often focus on the title words Best I Ever Had. But the song is a painful song, and perhaps that is why I connect to it. I hear the loss in Gary Allan’s voice, the pain, the sincerity that only he could give to this song.
Gary Allan went downstairs to get his wife a Coke that she asked for because she said she felt sick. Minutes later he heard a pop. He returned to the bedroom to find she had removed a gun from his gun safe under the bed and committed suicide. I prefer not to go into the details.
It took Allan some time to get to a place where he could really deal with it all and this was the song he recorded. Some looked at it in the beginning as some strange change in his style and had issues with it. I did not even know who he was but the song hit me.
Best I Ever Had can be given to so many different things. The obvious being love.
As I was finding a song to share today and came across this many old things came to mind. One in particular was the day I dropped the family off after church. It was the worst time of my adult life and the sermon that day hit me. I drove. I had no idea of what was to happen, but I needed to get away and be alone. I had not had time alone to deal with a situation that had occurred, a life changing situation.
The happy face
Had to be in place
An no one was the wiser
I went driving. I said I went to a local park but it was closed for that time of the year. I just drove. Finding an empty parking lot I stopped and sat there. I didn’t break down and release it all. Thoughts came to mind of failure, disappointment and how things would be better and solved if I just came up with the final solution. But then the little face came to mind.
When I was in the hospital this past year after a fall in my home, I remembered a little face. A little face that led me through all the strangeness and confusion. Small faces help so often to keep us in reality and force our selfishness away.
I still have those moments every day of failure. I have forgiven myself for the life changing situation but I have also given the message to never let me drive off alone when remotely depressed. I have a grasp on reality for now, I know it, I am okay with it, and thus I am fine.
This song as I’ve learned of its meaning for Gary Allan adds to the beauty of it. In this song Allan gives the Best HE Ever Had in a vocal performance. For me this song means every possible meaning, even in a way a happy meaning. Yes, you can give it that if you look at it that way, as that was my original intent in sharing it.
I don’t want people to think there is anything wrong or that I am looking for attention, I am simply sharing a story of my life with you. Hoping that part of me helps a part of someone that might be reading.
So you sailed away into a grey sky morning Now I’m here to stay, love can be so boring And nothing’s quite the same now I just say your name now
But it’s not so bad You’re only the best I ever had You don’t want me back You’re just the best I ever had
So you stole my world, now I’m just a phony Remembering the girl leaves me down and lonely We’ll send it in a letter Make yourself feel better
But it’s not so bad You’re only the best I ever had You don’t want me back You’re just the best I ever had
And it might take some time to patch me up inside But I can’t take it so I, I run away and hide And I might find in time that you were always right You’re always right
So you sailed away into a grey sky morning Now, I’m here to stay, love can be so boring Was it what you wanted? Could it be I’m haunted?
But it’s not so bad You’re only the best I ever had You don’t want me back You’re just the best I ever had You’re just the best I ever had
Something to keep in mind about a Haiku. Usually, it is elemental in nature, but I don’t stick to that. There are two things I do like to see and they are; 1) Haiku that can be broken into two sentences with the middle line of the three lines being the commonly used part and 2) Opposite meanings in the first and last sentences.
Before you start!
I have links that will help you out. Remember for Haiku in English the total syllables are 5 for the first line, 7 for the second, and 5 for the last. I don’t really hold people to that for this but if you want to do it in the 5/7/5 manner, the traditional way, then try that. One link I have for you is . . .merriam-webstr.com. Simply type in the word and find out how many syllables it has. Also for synonyms and antonyms go tothesaurus.com, I find it useful for finding a word to fit the meaning when syllables are not working out right.
This weeks two words to use in some form, meaning you can use another word that means the same thing as:
The prompts they participants COULD use if they wished to were Signal & Wave. The prompts are only if you cannot come up with an idea.
New to the Family this Week!
Catherine M. Johnson of Catherine M. Johnson Feed Your Imagination Here: Okay do that last part might not be part of the name of her blog but I liked it and included it so live with it people! Don’t judge me! From her About Page: “Quick snippet: Originally from Yorkshire (UK), where I was an avid Formula 1 fan, trained in two martial arts. I shipped out to New Zealand with my greenhouse husband. My two rascals were born in NZ and then we shipped out to Canada.” I call her PhotoKu Escaping Thanksgiving.
Jen of Blog It or Lose It: I think this one should be called Red Signal. You need to go check it out to find out why. Really like the different types of photographs used this week, from the textures to shades/tints/whatever the photographic term is.
The 19th hole. It’s a golfing term basically meaning, the game is over and it’s time to celebrate. Okay, that’s my definition of it for today, tonight. But for our purposes it means the . . .
19th Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge Rewind!
The budget is still low for the celebratory offerings this week. Not sure if anyone needed an extra magazine for a flight to New York or markers to make a big sign at the Macy’s parade, but we’ll let it go for now.
Just a reminder, all you had to do to get into the Rewind was write a Haiku and somehow let me know, either with a copy of your link in the comments or a ping back.
The prompt words were Truth& Deep.
Remember to follow the members of our little community here on their sites and Twitter. Show and share the love, right? Are you following our friends here?
New this WEEK!
Pamela of countonwords: From her About page. “As I write there is a small release of what goes on inside my head: what powers it, disturbs it and distracts it. Cathartic and satisfying, there are few socially acceptable things that are as utterly addictive.” Her Haiku is, well she has three of the; Why Politicians Thrive, Truth is Difficult and A Deep Truth. The first two each qualify as A RONOVAN’S CHOICE!Speaking to the teacher in me of history and thus government and the second just speaking to me.
The Stop Watch Award goes to . . .A NEW WINNER!
A.C. of File Cabinet Ramblings:A Mystery. What’s it about? Well I’m not going to tell you. It’s a mystery! DUH! You have to go look for yourself. GEESH!@elliott_ac
T.A. Wyatt of Finale to an Entrance: Inner Truth. First of all, the header photo. WARNING NEXT TIME! I am still freaking out. And I am not even afraid of the things. It’s just those eyes and the different colors and they stare at you. Oh, and the Haiku spoke to me quite a bit. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE! for that reason. Remember to check out this author’s books atAmazon.@finaletoanEntranc
Becca of On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea: Deep Truth. Appropriate title for a Haiku of such deep and delving like meaning. Deep and delving? Sounds like future prompt words to me. Check out her Haiku like apparently everyone else on the planet does. I want her number of likes! I’m not hating on her popularity at ALL! @rgbickerstaff
Kimberly of K.S. Fause: Time. . @ksfause I lost myself in this one a bit. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE! You can check her comments for my lost words.
Cyril of Cyril Bussiere: Truth. A good message with different meanings. I like a poem that can have a meaning that sometimes isn’t how intended or is but others think of it a different way. Also check out Cyril’s Books on Amazon. @CyrilBussiere
Michelle (Nato) Lunato of Chasing Life and Finding Dreams: Deep Truths Untold. Well, I got wordy in my comment on her site, and thinky. You know that’s never a good thing. But her Haiku this week made me think a bit about something I actually recently wrote about on my Christian blog. @michellelunato
Colleen of Silver Threading: The Deepest of Truths. I think perhaps a story told about more than the subject used for the Haiku. Excellent form used as well. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE!@ColleenChesebro
Claudette of to search and to find happiness in every day: Deep Truth. A somewhat sad but true Haiku, at least to me. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE!
Claudette also has if you’re looking for answers: Truth in the Deep.
Meredith’s Musings and the Angels Meredith and Martha: I chose to name the Angels’ offerings this week in a combined Fiath of a Child. And I need to come up with happier prompts for Meredith to get her perky on. @meredithlbl
Canaf of Faithful Homesteader: You Can’t Handle My Truth. I really enjoyed the thinkyness of this one in that I believe I have thought in a way some didn’t. Imagine that, I had strange thoughts. So unusual for me. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE!
Florence of Rambling On: Confrontations. A Haiku of self and the search of finding the truth of who and what you are, I think. But with her I am probably wrong. And if I am right she’ll tell me I am wrong just to make me think about it. @FTThum
Hugh of Hugh’s Views & News: Angel of my HeartAfter all the great comments on his Haiku I suppose he has to beA RONOVAN’S CHOICE! @RobertHughes05
Marigold of Versus Bulb: You Don’t Have To. A festive type image, I think. At least that’s what I took away from it. Very good message. A must read. Click on the image to see it large sized. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE! .@MarigoldDicer
Steven S. Walsky of Simplicity Lane: dig deep. I enjoyed the way the image and message were put together, the layout. Very much a image thing to send around to people. A RONOVAN’S CHOICE! Just a reminder of to check out Steven’s books at Barnes & Nobles as well as other sites noted on his blog such as Smashwords.
Carolynof Reviews & Recommendations:Deep truth. She even rhymed it. Now that’s something in and of itself.
Faith Unlocked: Jesus Is My Lord and . Do I really have to say good message? I didn’t think so. Go read ’em. @FaithUnlocked
Kate of Dazzling Whimsy: Unsure My Dear. No, she’s not talking to me. I asked.A RONOVAN’S CHOICE!@17katelee
I of course gave my own offering up this week. Although I put forth an example each week with the challenge I feel as though I need to also put out another, this one I called Truth buried deep within. This was more of a series of Haiku in story form. It is called Renga. I haven’t delved into a challenge for that but you can use that if you wish for the Haiku Prompt Challenge.
I am seriously excited about this new direction the challenge is taking. Some great people involved have made suggestions and I have listened. I have looked at the great photography of everyone and decided I limited people in what they could do. Then one suggested the name PhotoKu, or at least I think they did. Now one said why not give a verb and a noun as the challenge instead of two nouns. In all honesty I didn’t even realize I had started doing that.
The rules are simple: For how to write a Haiku in English and using the 5/7/5 syllable pattern click here. I know you will be using photography but you need to have the Haiku in words at some point.
I prefer no words or numbers of any kind to appear in the images you use. This includes sign language . . . of any kind. I believe this forces one to be more creative.
Below is my original example of how to do a haiku with images. People have become a lot more creative with using their photography. This is just to show you a basic layout and give you an idea of how things might look. Check out our previous participants to see how it’s really done.
I know, not the best but it was better then the first one I posted.
Here’s the challenge;
You create your own PhotoKu before Noon on the Sunday following the posting of this challenge,
Then either post a link in the comments here for everyone that visits to go see and/or ping back (copy the URL for this post into your Haiku post) to this post in your Haiku post.
I will read it and comment on it. Once I comment come get the badge.
The Prompt Words are:
Table & Giving
The inspiration for the words this week is from it being Thanksgiving here in the United States. I didn’t want anyone to think I had gone off the deep end with these words.
What do the words mean to you, and how can you connect the two words through that second line?
There may be a slight delay in the various poetry challenge rewinds today. I will do them as soon as I can. Just trying to get to a point where I can make them happen. Much appreciation to all those who have participated so far. All of you keep making these challenges possible or I very like would have given up long ago.
A few weeks ago by putting that name at the top of my Sunday Thought would have made people think of something like, Fatherhood, Family, Morals. Now, if you have been following the news or haven’t been hiding in some Super Walmart fitting room you might have another thought about where I would go with it.
Just for a brief explanation:
A comic, who I had never heard of, decided to make as part of his routine or perhaps as a spur of the moment thing the bringing up an old case about Bill Cosby being accused of drugging a woman and then raping her. This was then caught by the media and things caught fire with women coming out saying Bill Cosby had done the same thing to them.
The case mentioned was settled out of court. Now before you decide that Cosby must be guilty if he did that, think about how you would fill if your entire life, entire sexual life were going to be exposed to the entire world during a trial. He might have went along with his attorney who came up with the idea. “Bill, a few thousand dollars or your name becoming a joke for a while? Take your pick.”
Or you might think, if the woman was really after justice she would not have settled out of court and wanted Bill Cosby found guilty. But then she might have gone along with her attorney in a similar situation as Cosby went through.
In the Bible they had Judges who would determine if you were guilty of something after hearing everything. Usually the offenses were settled between the two involved and often times no one ever even knew anything happened.
With the media today grabbing onto anything possible, especially if it would tear down a moral icon like Bill Cosby, we as people not even involved are making judgements in this situation for or against Cosby and the women coming forward.
From my understanding the limitations have passed for the trying of anything even if guilt is true.
My opinion:
Bill Cosby knows the truth and so does God. One day he will have to stand before God and give an account of all he has done. Bill Cosby is no saint. He cheated on his wife and had a child that he financially supported. She stayed with him after finding out. I look at his wife sitting beside him through a recent interview and her support of him and that says a lot to me. But it does not say he is innocent for certain.
I have no say in his guilt or innocence. Some reading this will say that I should rail against him with anger in defense of women since I claim to respect and cherish women so much. I do respect and cherish women, but I also respect and cherish the word of God. I only speak to build people up, not to tear them down. I don’t know all of the specifics and the supposed realities from both sides. This is not my case. There is no case actually. There are simply people saying things that can’t be proven or dis-proven after all these years. How can I make a judgement without knowing everything that needs to be known?
Corporations are cutting ties with Cosby left and right without even knowing any facts or hearing anything other than the media circus, afraid of the fallout.
I saw a clip from a morning panel type talk show where the issue was discussed and it was an interesting and disturbing piece. Some were attempting to be logical, so I thought, and then there was the side that seemed to automatically believe in Cosby’s guilt. Disturbing. Imagine if I met one of them and then months later came out and said they had done something to me, would there be an immediate thought of guilt then?
Well I have rambled a bit. I know this is a sensitive subject. As I say I am not saying Cosby did or did not do it. I am simply saying I don’t know, I don’t know facts, but God will sort it out since the Law of the Land, which we are supposed to follow according to the Bible did not find him guilty.
Yeah, we all have our opinions of it. Some are mixed, and that is probably the most accurate thing to say here. If not guilty then disgust at what is being done to him, if guilty then disgust at what he did. Torn. that’s the word, torn.
Yes, that fabled thing we all hear about and sometimes actually take part in. I did one a while back. Now I’ve done two. Today, this being Friday, November 21, 2014 I have a guest post on Meanings and Musings by Florence T. How in the world did I end up on the blog of a very deep thinking, super intelligent ladies’ blog?
Well it all started back in 1970 when two young tadpoles were born and then . . . okay maybe that’s too far back. Florence is crazy busy in her life and needed a stand in for her Blog for the day. And yes, Florence T is the Florence of LitWorldInterviews. So her being so nice as to help me out on that site I was more than happy to step in and save the day. Super Ronovan Writes to the rescue.
Then I find out the topic. I wont’ tell you what it is, you’ll have to go find out for yourself. Let’s just say it’s not a subject I would have thought of. But the good thing is, it stretches the creativity.
When asked, don’t say no. Just go for it and whatever the topic, do it. Just remember, you are writing it and you can make it what you want it to be, not necessarily what they thought it would be.
As long as you write in a respectful manner that doesn’t like insult the audience or the host then cool. Like I know that on Meanings and Musings, Florence’s site, I will not use profanity. Not that I do anyway. She is a professional; attorney, therapist, teaching college, mother, saint. astronaut, former pop diva, and professional wrestler. (Some of that might be true and some might not.)I keep that in mind, although I don’t let it stop me from having fun. I still have to be me, and she knew that going in.
That poor woman. All those poor readers. All I can say is part of the title is “What’s up with Sex?”
Perhaps I will start Guest Posts here. Hmm. Not a bad idea. Random Writers on Ronovan Writes. Interesting.
My name is Ronovan and how did I get here and get talked into this subject? Florence gets a little busy in her world and she looks to me and says, “Hey, want to do a guest blog for me?”
“Sure, what do you want me to talk about?” I ask all innocently thinking it would be a poem or something. You know, trusting my friend Florence would go with my strengths. Nope.
“How about . . . is virtual sex comparable to physical sex and you can run with it however you like?”
There went my agree first ask later policy. You know I help out when people get busy with life and can’t do their Blog World the way they would like. So here I am talking about . . .
Virtual Sex versus Physical Sex: Which one is more fulfilling?
Stoneworth didn’t give a fig about life. As far as he was concerned it could end in a breath and that would be just fine with him. He had lived long enough and life was a bunch of bull. Every step he took he stepped in a big pile of a reminder of it.
“Mr. Stoneworth, may I have your autograph, please,” said the young girl.
Stoneworth looked at the book and pen offered. Gritting his teeth he put on his best fake grin and signed one of his somehow formulaic but popular mysteries. If he thought it all was crap then why did he care if the girl was happy or not? Perhaps he didn’t want it to be all bad, maybe he wanted a sign of something good. Or maybe he wanted to pay bills until the crap buried him.
He left the tip on the table and then the cafe behind. His burger was not even half eaten. It was not a normal bull day.
It was worse. It was like rodeo week and he was the head scooper.
He should have stayed home and eaten the frozen Chinese dinner. It would match the frozen ears he had from the early winter wind. His work was now going to suck the rest of the day and night and he was going to be hungry. Any flow of plot he had was gone. And he had a deadline. Ten days or death would be knocking at his door. Either death or his agent. They looked about the same.
His apartment smelled like burnt hot chocolate, not coffee. He had tried the stuff but couldn’t drink it until it had enough milk, sugar and chocolate syrup in it to taste like hot chocolate. Why waste the time and the money? Just cut out the middle men.
He looked at the wall thermostat and the screwed on lock box. Freaking landlord. 65 degrees. He left his coat on and turned the small electric heater on. He let it oscillate just to have some noise in the place.
Even though he knew his purpose of the day was ruined he sat down at the laptop anyway. The 1 appeared at the top of one tab of the many opened in his browser for research on ancient Central American civilizations. His thoughts improved with hope.
He had mail. The list of songs were long and not quite his usual fare but he listened. She had sent them. He didn’t listen to much music. It caused headaches. But from her, the headaches didn’t happen. They inspired him.
My beauty has given a gift to me
One I don’t often have time to take
It could not be more sweet and dear
Unless the music her own fingers did make
How is one so beautiful
How is she in my life
If by chance life did change
“Stoneworth!”
He looked up at the ghastly form approaching. He stared through it. Why would it not leave him be? The ghost of a past that was no longer his. All he wanted was the now, the reality of what is.
He did not need what was the never was. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands together until his fingers turned white. The music started again in his ears.
“Worthless! Invalid!”
Stoneworth moved his hands to his ears and pressed hard. Forcing the music in. Driving the hate away.
The pain seared through his brain and down his spine. Cackling laughter reached his now unprotected ears. He slowly sank to the floor unable to control his movements. His body arched as spasms began.
Laughter.
Music.
Laughter.
He shut his eyes tight. Focus on her eyes, those brown eyes, focus. The cackling continued. The pain continued. But suddenly he did not care. He felt warmth touch his skin. A smile crossed his face. It didn’t matter. There was a light he could see now for the first time. And music. He was climbing higher and higher. His dream was there, higher than he had ever been before. A beauty like he would never witness again.
**
“What happened?”
“I don’t know officer. I came in when he missed his deadline for a book he was writing and found him.”
“Did you turn that heater on?”
“No officer. It was already going. I moved it away from his face though. It was really close.”
“Well, it looks like a heart attack.”
“He always said that’s how he would go.”
“Well, this looks like another case he solved before he ever got a chance to write it.”
It’s been some times since I did what a song means to me and I miss those days.
Songs that make you pause, bring hope, peace, melancholy. Some look at melancholy as a completely bad thing, but often times it’s the only time you have to experience peace and reflective moments. No, don’t get me wrong, this is not to say I am in a state of melancholy. I am simply giving possible emotions a song may bring.
I had another song in mind when while glancing through the extensive list I happened to glimpse Let it Be, written and sung by Paul McCartney with the Beatles.
Paul has said in interviews when asked the meaning of the lyrics, if they have Biblical meanings, that those who listen are to take from it what they like. Much like we here in our poetry communities say. In other words, he wrote the song for himself as he needed to after a dream about his departed mother and as for the definition of lyrics he will simply . . . Let it Be.
For me the song was once a beautifully simple song.,back in my pre-Christian days of not knowing of the Let it Be reference to May and her response to the angel Gabriel about her pregnancy, only one interpretation of the lyrics.
For me now, Let it Be does bring a sense of peace as I deal with with my Chronic pain, Chronic Fatigue, Osteoarthritis, and Amnesia. I am given more medications than I have ever even looked at in my life, I am certain, well almost certain. A bit of amnesiac humor only I can poke at myself with, thank you very much. I lose things daily and gain some only to be lost again.
I lose the memory of friends from Blog World that I have the feeling are of some significance but things don’t click. One day there, and a hard nights sleep or battle with a flare up and they are gone. Fibromyalgia combined with Concussion has brought about some unusual results.
I write, I blog, I live, I love children, I love inspiration, and for all that I cannot control I simply . . . Let it Be.
For trivia minded:
Paul wrote the song after a dream of his mother, Mary who had died of cancer when he was 14, during the time around the recording of The Beatles (The White Album).
The song became the title of the album that was released after McCartney’s announcement of his leaving The Beatles.
There are numerous versions of the song recorded by the Beatles for films, singles, album, and anthologies.
I personally think it odd that the title track of the album is Let it Be and the band has broken up. I believe perhaps it was a message to the fans saying just Let it Be.
What does the song mean to you or what feeling does it bring? Jenna Willett of Jen’s Pen Dendoes a regular weekly post about music that inspires her during writing, what mood would this inspire for you?
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow, let it be
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
I know many of you know Chris Graham The Story Reading Ape. Go check out his Book Cover Artist interview I did with him. Yes, he does that and you can see some of his covers.
RW: You are the Indie Authors best friend. That’s something many people know you as, but there is another aspect of your contribution to the Author world that some are not quite as familiar with. Tell us about how and why you came to create book covers? What was your first one?
CHRIS: My first cover was for the late Steve K. Smy, ‘Shade of Evil’, the first of a new series that Steve intended to publish, this was quickly followed by two more for ‘Evil Under the Circle’ and ‘A Darkness in Amazonia’, unfortunately, Steve died shortly after publishing this last one, however, based on notes left behind by Steve, his son Damien has published one more book of a new Fantasy series (asking me to do the cover and a map) and already has the cover plus maps from me for a second book:
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