Hey, someone dropped this Baton - Inspiration
The real story begins here with this beautifully orchestrated pieces of writing that capture the essence of the Love2Light, Project Good Words uprising.
Love: Project Good Words Musical Challenge
Ode to love- Running with the baton
Ode To Love...Running with the Baton - A Continuation
Faith Reaper added:
Faith Without Borders: Project Good Words on HubPages
but I seem to have run out of links
Jo Goldsmith what have you gotten me into now? And believe me I am smiling when I say that. As of this writing, Project Good Words is in its twenty-sixth week. It is Jo’s brainchild and as we can see it has taken root and is spreading throughout the halls of Hubpages.
It was not long before a fine poet named Shyron Shenko joined Jo in the project and added her special poetry to Jo’s commentary.
As the word spread Maria Jordan our own marcoujor launched a tribute to Jo and published her Love: Project Good Words Musical Challenge. And the theme has spread.
These beautiful hearts are a hard act to follow. Yet I follow.
By Michael Friedman
The tide roles in
Foamy, soaking, sun blazing
Sandy loam, easily impressed
Dripping ice cream and soft pink skin
Sail craft glide by laughing
Evening breeze, light jackets
Bonfires and gritty hotdogs
Night fisherman desperate
To catch the last of the day
No whisper of tomorrow
Boardwalks empty, huddling close
Our sky, star freckled
Our tide goes out
We all can agree that there is no shortage of personal challenges in this world of ours. At every turn there is some life event that turns us upside down just to shake us up or worse. O.D.T.A.A events I call them. The acronym for One Darn Thing After Another.
Story after story has been presented here on Hubpages containing the adversity that their authors have endured. With our words we reach out our hands, we seek contact with others that have been knocked off their perch and through will power, determination and shear strength of character have pulled themselves out of their tailspin and lived to tell about it. Their stories inspire us all. Their stories fuel us with their courage. We find ourselves inspired by their courage to face our own adversity, “You ain’t so bad, you ain’t so bad, my Mother hits harder than that, you ain’t so bad, you ain’t nothing.”
Insert Rocky theme song here.
We can be inspired to be brave. Ask any soldier if that is true or not. There is certainly individual inspiration, yet there must be mass inspiration. How else can you explain a military bayonet charge?
I may have strayed from the goal line.
We can be inspired to obtain goals. Many have expressed their goals to have their work published. The corporation known as Amazon has provided the place; any of us can hang our titles there and hope they are seen from the far off distant galaxy known as Centaurus A.
In the famed words of Lewis Black, “But it’s hard.” But not if you are inspired; not if you see each obstacle as a small hurdle to be surmounted as they are found in your path. Not if someone runs a few paces ahead and kicks each obstacle out of the way like an offensive guard (yes, I looked it up) four paces in front of the quarterback running down field toward the goal line. The quarterback gets the applause and cheers, but the offensive guard may have inspired a few broken tackles.
The reason women don’t play football is because eleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public. - Phyllis Diller
In our hearts there are songs. Writing for public consumption takes a bit of metal. Will our words be judged harshly? Will we attract scorn? Will Random House offer you a contract? The bits and pieces of our lives mix and blend together in our subconscious then in an unraveling cocoon of energy we produce, ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ in a frenzy of writing prior to rushing off to our jobs at the local café.
Once in line at an estate/book sale there was a young woman waiting behind me. After a few moments with her standing there I could hear her pencil furiously leaving its markings on the page. I turned and looked; she quickly clutched the three inch x four and a half inch note pad to her chest so I would be unable to see any of her words. I smiled and turned back around, her inspiration safe from my prying eyes. I can only assume she was inspired by the back of my head.
Inspiration is like butter, it should be spread everywhere. - Orville Redenbacher
Just days after my heart procedure my sister and her husband took me to lunch at a local restaurant. We had just finished and stepped outside and her husband stopped for a smoke. I watched a car pull into the intersection and stop. In a moment or two traffic was fighting to get around her and I realized she had stalled the car. I started walking over and my sister walked along beside me. Other drivers now had stopped and together we pushed her car to the curb. My sister asked, “Should you be doing this?”
My response was, “Yes, I should.”
Inspiration - Gipsy Kings
Mason Williams - Classical Gas (Acoustic)
I have asked snakeslane, who is renowned for her poetry and humor, if she wished to write on the subject of inspiration. Her computer fights her so we shall see if she can join us in this crusade to emphasize the good words in our lexicon.
Thanks to all who stop by for a read.
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