Walking The Sacred Way.

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There was an old man with a long beard, dressed in clothes reminiscent of the Roman era, he pointed at me with his right hand and beckoned me to come to him. I felt a little nervous but my curiosity won and I walked toward him. As I approached, I could see his face was old and kind.

'Welcome, as you have drunk from the spring you are permitted to see and speak with me, what is it you wish to know?' I didn't quite know what to say, so like a child, I asked, 'Is it a magical Spring?'

He let out a little laugh and said - 'yes, yes, it is -and it helps those drawn to it - as you were - there are many people who would not drink from that spring, they are too afraid to drink water from a natural source, they like chemically treated purified water out of taps.

'Who are you?' I asked reticently. 'I am the great Merlin - at your service', he said as he took a bow. 'Merlin?' I asked, incredulously! 'Can you teach me magic, Merlin?'. 'Yes, yes, I could - but I won't, well not yet anyway. There's a different kind of magic you must learn - it is the magic of life'. Anger welled inside me, almost shouting with rage I replied, 'the magic of life? There is no magic in life, just suffering, pain and endless toil to pay bills!'

Calmly yet pleadingly Merlin said. 'Listen to yourself, this is why you were drawn to drink from the spring - you need to relearn the magic of life'. I found myself saying. 'Relearn? You mean I once knew it?'

Placing his hand upon my shoulder and looking at me kindly, understandingly, he said, 'Yes, you did, but life got in your way, or should I say - you got in your way. You stopped appreciating the magic of dawn breaking, birds singing, the intricate magic of all creatures great and small, the plants, the power of the ocean and lightning, the whisper of a gentle breeze and the warmth of the sun'.

'Yes' I replied. 'I remember those feelings, that joy but there are more important things to concentrate on, like earning a living, paying bills, I'm not a child anymore I have responsibilities and every now and then I try to unwind and have a good time'.

'Ah yes', said Merlin. 'Having a good time, don't you mean - trying to forget your problems and then regretting it the next morning?' A smile crept over my face but then I suddenly felt agitated and annoyed - 'What's wrong with forgetting your problems for a night?', I nearly shouted.

'Calm down', said Merlin, 'All I am trying to show you is you've lost the joy for living, once you find it again, you'll find you don't need to rely on substances that ultimately make you sick and produce more problems. There is a magic, a joy, that can elevate you to such heights - you'll feel like your flying. A magic that can produce such strength, you'll be able to rise above your problems, look at them from the outside and find ways to solve them. A magic that produces such peace that you'll be amazed at your own patience, forgiveness and love'.

Tears were streaming down my face - 'where can I find this magic?' - I managed to ask. 'Look inside your heart', he said. I awoke suddenly to find my face wet with tears, the dawn was breaking, I laid in my bed and gazed out the window.

The first bird sang - it cheered my soul, I jumped out of bed, got dressed and headed outside to greet the day. I felt a new joy inside, a new appreciation for being alive, I filled my lungs with fresh, crisp air and began to walk. The trees and plants looked greener, the birdsong sounded like music to my ears, in the gentle breeze I thought I heard the whisper - Magic!

(c)T.Seed 2002

World of the Sea Shell.

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The smooth, silkyness of the mother of pearl surroundings envelope me in a sense of luxury. The perfect temperatures, the reflected light and colours hints at wonders yet to be explored.I am happy in my little Sea Shell home. This is my little world - a perfect world for me.

I am what is called a Sea Fairy, I live in a Sea Shell, I have no need for food, I never feel hot or cold. My shell is insulated with beautiful, mother of pearl like walls, floors and ceiling. The curl of the shell is my bed, here I huddle and rest, re-energizing myself for the night time romps.

The reflected lights and colours of my shell home illuminate me at night time, it is another wonderous secret yet to be discovered by the humans. So, when the night arrives, I poke my little head out of my shell and look up to the jewelled sky, how beautiful it is!

I carefully step out of my home and stretch my arms and wings wide, oh, that feels good. My bright, shimmering form slowly hovers above my Shell, I hear the call of the waves, I smell the salt air, I take a deep breath and fly to the waters edge. In frantic activity I flap my wings together, this makes a humming noise which attracts my friend.

Dawtreen is my sea horse, he comes to the waters edge and I pat his head as I climb aboard for my ride down into the depths of the ocean. We surf the waves and I laugh with pleasure, how limitless is life as a sea fairy!

We dive, down, down, down into the deep, dark ocean. I feel the waters caress my body, my hair floats around my face, my wings trail behind me like a tail.Far off in the distance I can see the shimmering lights of an underwater city called Atlantis. It's here we all meet to romp and play upon the ocean bed, but only 'til dusk - for it is too dangerous to travel back during daylight, fish love to gobble up sea fairies and sea horses.

We reach Atlantis and enter into the bustle of waters depths. It seems like all the Sea Fairies and the Sea Horses of the world are here! The illuminating lights from our bodies light up the City and draw others like us through the black ocean depths. Bubbles effervesce around us as we race each other here and there, others watch to see who will win, while others just catch up and chat.

(c)T.Seed 2002.

To be continued...


World of the Sea Shell. part 2.

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There are rumours that tonight King Neptune will come into our presence to inform us of a threat to all of us sea creatures. King Neptune is always accompanied by his Merpeople. Mermaids and Mermen closely follow the King to do his bidding, His most loyal subjects and usual messenges to the humans. Tonight is no different, they will accompany Him to discuss the problems we all have to face.

I look around and realise our friends the Jellyfish are enclosing us, the Jellyfish only do this at important times when we are not to be disturbed and intruders are not permitted to enter. The Jellyfish close up every gap around us in the open sea, they have a special power specifically for times like this. As they get close they create electricity that gently hums between them, each strengthening each other incase of attack. They literally become our protective forcefield.

Seadragons huddle together awaiting King Neptunes arrival just incase He has a special job for them to do. They often feel overlooked when it comes to the order of the seacreatures and their given tasks. They wait in anticipation that they too can be a part of whatever great event was about to take place.

Suddenly two electric eels swim into view clash their tails together and create a light beam that stretches deep into the ruins of Atlantis. Firstly, the Merpeople arrive, gracefully swimming around looking for some rocks or ruins to recline upon. Once settled, their eyes turn toward the deep recess now illumined by the lightbeam.

King Neptune's trident is first seen as He parts the seaweed floating around, then King Neptune in all his glory gallently swims into view. Awestruck by His powerful presence, gasps of delight and amazement echo through the ocean swirl. For many, this is their first sighting of the King. King Neptune chooses His position so he can be seen and heard by all.

He stands and awaits His recognition from His loyal subjects. As if woken from a dream we all suddenly realise we have yet to bow before the King of the Ocean. We pay our respects by bowing in unison, this pleases the King and a smile creeps over His face but quickly dissappears as He announces His message.

'My loyal subjects, I have come here tonight to announce a very serious matter which we all must play a part in solving. It has come to my attention that the humans are destroying our wonderland, our great Ocean is being polluted to such an extent that if we allow it to continue, we ourselves will sadly perish.

The humans do not mean to do this, it is a result of their ignorance and folly. In their efforts to trade with other countries, or as a result of ignorance they are quickly filling our Ocean with waste and Oil. The fishermens plastic bags, fishing lines, and empty bottles, cans and rubbish kill the seabirds and smother the fish. The Oil spillage destroys millions of Ocean life before they can clean it up.

They do not realise the importance of the Ocean and the life held therein to the world they live in. Something must be done. Come, my subjects, let us work together to help each other survive this chaos'. I am open to suggestions'.

(c)T.Seed 2002.

to be continued...


Sunday, November 24, 2002


Name: World of The Sea Shell. part 3.

Webpage: http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm


We all looked at each other dumbstruck, how could this be? Are we really in that much danger? The telepathic, fearful thoughts could be heard all around us. A graceful Mermaid swam into King Neptunes presence."My King, I have an idea, could we your Merpeople show ourselves in great numbers and lure these silly humans to their deaths along the great coastal rocklines so we would not have this problem".

The Kings looked shocked but then he smiled gently as he said, "no my child, that is not the way, we have learnt from times past we must peacefully co-exist with the humans, they on the land and us in the Ocean depths." The Mermaid swam back to her rock a little embarrased.

A little Sea dragon timidly floated into the Kings presence. "My King, can we not make more contact efforts with the deep sea divers who visit us and tell them to let the other humans know of our plight? "The King replied. "Ah, little seadragon a much better idea! Alas, the humans only fear us, kill us or want to catch us for pets, no this would not work either". The little seadragon bowed and returned to his group.

I had an idea but I was too scared to enter into the Kings presence. I must ! I chided myself. So, I took a deep breath and swam to float in front of the King. "My King, could us Sea Fairies use our sea shell homes to whisper the message of the Oceans magic to the human children? A haunting but peaceful, serene sound, one which would ignite their imaginations and stir their souls so deeply, they would grow up wanting the Ocean to stay clean and healthy?

"The King smiled, "Yes! Yes, little Seafairy, you have a wonderful idea, one that can be used for the future but we still have the problem of the present, thank you my child". I was both elated and shocked at the Kings praise and a little embarrased I humbly bowed and swam back to my group. I received pats on the back and praise from them all. I'm sure I must have glowed a little brighter from the feeling of accomplishment I had!

King Neptune raised His trident - a sign that meant we were all to listen. "My loyal subjects, I have the plan, listen closely, this is now a royal command. Merpeople, you shall swim around the oil spills and create the beginning of a whirlpool.I shall open up a hole on the ocean bed, when I raise my trident you shall swim away as fast as you can because soon after that I shall pull the whirlpool and the Oil it contains and cause it to be sucked down into the hole before it can spread and cause any further damage.

After this, I shall cause the hole to be covered over with sand by striking the Ocean bed with my trident, this will create turbulence and cause great waves which will continue the burial process.

Little Sea dragons, you must warn all creatures of the sea to stay away from the area or they too shall be sucked into the void, this is a very important job, one which you can feel proud.

Electric eels, Merpeople and Sea horses, you and the Rays, Whales, Sharks, Seals and Fish must draw all humans, whether divers, fishermen and boats on the seas away from the area, so they are not harmed and in so doing will also save yourselves. If you forget, you do so at your own peril, for we all need each other to balance the world.

Little Sea fairies, you are to make the soothing sounds of the Ocean hum through your Sea Shell homes, so when human children pick them up to listen, their imaginations will be triggered and their souls will be so touched they will love the Ocean with a great passion and will grow up to take care of it. This is how we shall save ourselves, our home and the humans, this is now my law".

So, ever since those meetings, that's the way it is. Children listen with awe and wonder to the sound of the sea shell...

(c)T.Seed 2002.

Name: The Moonlight Water Garden.

Webpage: http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm

Subject: Moonlight Water Garden

She was awed at the sight of his magnificance - and a little embarassed about her 'fretting' earlier. Hesitantly, she spoke, 'my name is Angelene, I've been watching you for a few months now - but I guess you know all of that'.

A smile seemed to be upon his face, a kind, wise smile. 'Yes Angelene - I knew all of that'. Angelene was taken aback, startled - as she realised, the unicorn had spoken to her. 'You spoke, you know how to talk'! 'Yes, my child, I know how to speak your language and every other language in the entire universe. I can communicate with humans, animals, insects, birds, fish, frogs - anything, it is another gift I possess which enable me to help all living things'.

'So why did you choose to show yourself to me, what is it you want'? The unicorn looked at her with such a great love, she thought her heart would melt. 'It is not I who is wanting, my child, it is you. I am sent to bring you back to life, to inspire you to greater things'. 'But I am alive', she said, 'what do you mean'?

'Angelene, you are alive, but not fully alive, you've forgotten the joy, the magic of life. Your faith in life, in yourself, in magic, miracles and love has all but shrivelled to the size of a mustard seed. That's why this whole place was created for you, that's why I am here, to water and nuture that seed and make it grow, so you can become what you are meant to be and do what you are meant to do'.

Angelene was silent as multitudes of thoughts ran through her mind, could she ever regain the simple faith she had as a child? Could she ever feel the same joy for living? Could she ever trust anyone or anything again? What was she meant to be and do? Her thoughts were interupted by a stronger presence in her mind. The unicorn was speaking to her again.

'Angelene, your 1st lesson is faith, I reminded you of it and you responded. You waited for me, you believed I existed and believed I would return. A child shows such natural faith in everything. As humans grow into adults, everyday living, stress, worry, pain, hurt and heartache, slowly chips away their childlike faith until it seems there is none left, it is at these times they need something to cling to, something to believe in'.

'How can someone still have faith if they dont feel it'? Said Angelene. 'That answer can be long and complex but simply stated, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen'. Let me put it this way, last night when you retired, did you go through a long process of convincing yurself to wake up this morning'? 'No', said Angelene, 'I didn't even think about it'. 'Did you worry about whether you would continue to breathe during your sleep? When you reach to pick up an object, do you have to tell yourself to move your arms, legs, hands, fingers'? 'No', said Angelene, 'but these are all just natural things, parts of our makeup and mobility - and besides - some people die during their sleep'. 'Yes, my child, some people do pass on during their sleep, I however, believe they go to sleep in this world and wake up in another'.

'You see, Angelene, it's all a matter of faith, have we proven to ourself that the world is round? That there are other planets and an entire universe out there? How do you know I'm not just a figment of your imagination, as others would tell you? Do fairies exist? Can humans communicate with animals?

It's a beautiful, mystical world Angelene, whatever the mind can conceive and believe, can be acheived. Our 'senses' go beyond the physical realm into the great unknown, as does our mind, as does our faith and this faith goes hand in hand with trust - which is lesson number two.

Trust is an extension of faith. Trust is a strong belief in someone or something. Trust is believing we'll continue breathing as we sleep, that when we wish to pick up a pen, we can. Trust is relying on someone to do as they say, to be what they portray. Both faith and trust can be manipulated, used and abused - so people can and do get hurt - but if applied to ourselves they can bring about enormous change and good.

Our faith and trust must be in the magic of creation, the belief that all things are possible, in ourselves and our dreams, the mysteries of the universe and its natural and supernatural laws.
These are the things we can trust and have faith in Angelene, then we can apply them to ourselves and then go on to help others learn these truths. This is what you have been chosen for Angelene, to help me share these secrets to those who have little faith. This can be a hard task, so there must be no doubt in your heart, go home, think about what I have said, come again tommorrow night and let me know your answer, it is a choice, Angelene - and only you can choose'.

With that he was gone, vanished into the mist rising from the water. 'Where did you go, unicorn'?, she said, as she looked into the mist. She heard in her mind, a soft, gentle voice saying, 'go home, daughter of the universe, go home'.

Angelene turned to face the winding path she knew would lead her home and as she did she suddenly saw tiny fairies hovering just ahead. 'Follow us, child, we shall lead you home'. They flew on ahead, so all she could do was follow. 'Wait', she cried out, as they turned along the winding path. 'Wait for me'.

The end of the path came too quickly. When she thought she was just about to reach them, the fairies dissappeared. In front of her was her home, she knew there was nothing else to do but go inside and think about all she had heard and learnt.

She had a decision to make, was it all in her mind? Angelene went inside and made herself some warm milk, she climbed the stairs to her room realising she was too tired to think about all this tonight, so she decided she would think about it tommorrow and get some sleep.

(c)T.Seed.2002.

Name: The Moonlight Water Garden.

Webpage: http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm

The moon was bright and full. Excitedly, she ran down the winding path, heading to the secret water garden she had found a few months ago. 'I wonder if I'll see him tonight, I wonder if he'll come'... The path widened and there before her was the magical hideaway.

The fountain spurted water up to the full, white moon, which in return, shone through the water, giving it the appearance of a beautiful, crystal spring. She was elated by it's mystical serenity, she looked quickly to the other side of the water garden but he was not there, she decided to wait, as she had before, she sat upon the smooth,grassy bank - 'he had to return' - she thought to herself, 'why would he have bothered to show himself previously, if he wasn't going to come again and show her what he wanted from her?'

There she sat by the waters edge, in the light of the full moon, quietly watching, quietly waiting, quietly hoping he would come. She heard the familiar sound, she smiled and looked lovingly, expectantly, to the other side of the moonlit pool. She saw his magical form approach the waters edge. Slowly, cautiously, he drank from the mystical waters.

The whiteness of his skins shimmering reflection dazzled her loving gaze, she squinted as her eyes adjusted. She knew he would come, she knew he would not fail to prove his existance, his loyalty, his faithfulness, once again. His strong, muscled form showed his prepardness for any situation - oh how she loved him...

In that instant, he lifted his head and looked across the water into her eyes - as if he had heard her thoughts - which of course, he had, for he is a creature of great mystical insight and capabilities, such as the telepathic ability to communicate with those he deemed worthy of his wisdom.

A feeling of great love and peace washed over her as he gazed into her eyes. She knew he was about to tell her something, she hushed her excitement so she could absorb his gentle, soothing thoughts. 'Greetings, daughter of the universe, princess of peace, what a beautiful, mystical world we dwell within, what a magical place to be'.

She rose to her feet, her long golden hair shone in the moonlight, her long white gown ruffled around her ankles as she stood. 'Come to me, son of Pegasus, gentle unicorn, teach me the secrets of the universe'.

Less than a second had passed, yet she wondered if he had heard her thoughts...'I am coming princess', his thoughts had interupted her own, she smiled as she watched him wade through the moonlit water and as the water rose and his body submerged into its depths, she felt a little anxious.

'Worry not my child, this is our first lesson, first test - do we have the faith to take the risk? Will we stand strong together on the same side, or will we give in to the fear and remain apart?' Before she had time to answer, his body slowly emerged, water flowed off of his form, returning to its source, trickling into the pool as he waded toward her.

'Lesson number one, daughter of the universe, have faith'.

(c)T.Seed.2002.

Name: Everything is still.

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Everything is still, dusty, eerily quiet. What was once so beautiful now seems drab, dead, fearful, strange. I feel lost here, instead of at home.Is that an old friend I see? No, a vision, a ghostlike form or spirit. Is it friendly? I'm too scared to find out. I hide in a doorway of the once busy cafe. Please let it go away, I pray. Where is everyone? Why is this place so deserted? Why am I so scared? I sneek a peek back to where I saw it. It was gone.

Summoning all my courage, I run. My mind is in turmoil, tears of sadness and fear stream down my face. Run to the forest, to the trees, is all I can think. I reach the edge of town to the big hill I use to joyfully walk to reach the forest, my legs are aching, my heart - pounding, I need to stop and rest but I can't, I must keep going. I pass the bakers, what once use to send a heavenly smell on the gentle breeze, now was vacant, empty, dusty. I caught a glimpse of a large rat in the window as I raced passed, onward, up toward the forest.

Reaching the crest, I stopped, panting for breath. The forest trees looked different, ugly, scary, knotted and gnarled. Our beautiful forest, once lush with growth, now seemed frightening, dark and forboding. What could I do, I thought, I'm too scared to go back to town, but too scared to go into the forest. I remembered a little cottage across the street, I turned and looked, it looked empty, unkept. I crossed the road, walked through the gate, down the path and into the cottage. I did not need to knock as I knew no one was there, the whole town was deserted, it was like a ghost town.

I entered the small lounge room and sunk, exhausted into an old, comfy, armchair. I sobbed. I cried for the town, for all my friends who lived here, for the forest and for myself. It seemed like hours. Finally I fell asleep. I dreamt of long, lost faces, people I knew and loved.

My mind was confused, mixing reality with my imaginary town and townfolk friends. Here, in this dream, I was happy and laughing, all sadness and fear had dissappeared. The forest was beautiful again, the town was busy. Friendly, smiling faces passed me by and cheerfully said good morning as I passed.

I had an appointment to keep, at the cafe. I didn't know who with or why, I just knew I had to go there. I reached the door, the bell rang as I entered, there before me was tables and chairs filled with everyone I knew and loved, including all those I had lost in the real world in the last few years.

My eyes filled with tears as I saw the smiling faces of my aunt, my uncles mother, Oscar, great gran, next to her sat Anne and my gran. I burst into tears, and ran over to join them. All the townfolk were there too, I was catching up with everyone, crying for joy, I didn't understand anything but I didn't care. It was like a big, surprise birthday party, the cafe owner announced a cake was about to arrive, then - through the door, walked my dad carrying the biggest cake I had ever seen.

I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, 'what are you doing here'? I asked, 'this is my imaginary town, friends and family - in my dream - and your still in the real world'. 'I've been allowed a special, pre-visit', said dad. 'In the real world, I'm sleeping and dreaming too'.

Everything went quiet, everyone seemed to get serious, but kind, loving and supportive. It was dad that spoke. 'We are all here because we know you need help, you've been denying your feelings and shutting yourself away from reality'. 'Your lovely town that once afforded you such joy and love, now seems desolate and fearful, that is because your imaginary town can only be what you are feeling at that moment'.

Great gran interupted, 'you see, Terry, your thoughts, confusion, anger and fears about what happenned to us all in the real world has transfered to your beautiful imaginary world and made it desolate, empty, and fearful'. In order for it to return to what you are now dreaming about, you must accept our deaths and your fathers coming death'.

Anne, continued... 'Death isn't the end Terry, you know that, how many times have we all discussed it? You were one of the most ardamant ones, so sure, that we all lived on after death and here we are proving it'. 'This is just a dream', I said. 'When I transported myself to my favourite little town to escape the real world, even my beautiful, imaginary town appeared to have changed.

Oscar spoke up, 'that is the way you describe it Terry, we all see it as a different reality to the one you are use to, it's like the meeting place between heaven and earth'. You are use to coming here, via your imagination - we died before we got the chance to visit'.

Dad began speaking again, I've got to go soon, I must return to my sleeping body in the real world, before I go, I want you to know that when my time on earth is done, I too shall be meeting you here - if you can keep believing and return this little town to its original condition , so don't give up in your beliefs - I want to be able to come and visit you. If you continue to let the sadness and fear overwhelm you, your imaginary town, townfolk friends and beloved family will all dissappear forever into a gulf of blackness, be brave love, be brave, I love you and always will, nothing can ever seperate us, I must go now, see you on Thursday'. With that dad vanished, startled, I looked around, everyone had vanished.

I awoke with a start, the smell of coffee wafted through the lounge. From the kitchen I heard great grans voice ask - 'How do you have your coffee Terry, I'm glad you've come to visit dear - I have so much to tell you. Anne will be back soon, she just popped down to the bakers to get some fresh donuts, she can't wait to talk to you again, we both want to hear all about the family.

I arose from the chair and looked across the road to the forest, the beautiful forest had returned, I smiled and whispered 'thanks dad, I love you too'.

(c)T.Seed.2003

Name: Aspirations.

Webpage: http://dailywrting.net/SeedWeb.htm

Yesterday, I had the pleasure to watch the movie Strec. (I think that's what it was called). Friends had previously mentioned the movie and how good it was, (these were adult friends).

A few had mentioned also that it wasn't only a childs movie and not to miss the chance to see it. I had seen ad's for it and thought at those times, that it wouldn't be a movie I would go out of my way to see, the opportunity arose, however, when I visited my daughter one night and
she was watching it.

Combining a few fairy tales from our growing up years, the story tells of an Ogre falling in love with a princess, saving her from her prison in a castle surrounded with lava and protected by a fire breathing dragon.

His original duty was to save her and bring her to wed a Lord Fulton (I think) who had aspirations of becoming the next King of the kingdom. The Ogre agreed to this so he could get his own land and privacy back, as Lord Fulton had been rounding up all the fairytale creatures in the land who either escaped to the Ogre's land, were being delivered there but Lord Fulton's armies or were imprisoned by Lord Fulton.

Fairytales have delighted me since childhood and I have always been amazed at the brilliance of the writers, producers etc. for captivating their audiences and transporting them into the magic of the story being told. The movie is great and well worth seeing. I cannot praise it enough! The story and the effects holds one captivated until the end.

Afterwards, on reflection, I realised that deep down inside me, the desire to transport others off into the magic of stories, is what keeps uall writers trying. To be able to do it as magically as those who have gone before, (not only in cartoons, childrens stories, but also in stories for adults, such as Mysteries, Horror, Sci.Fi. Love stories etc.) would be the achievement of a lifetime! Something to really feel proud of!

I also realised, how far off the mark I still am and how far I have yet to go. This depressed me somewhat and I found I couldn't write for the remainder of yesterday and all of last night. I also found myself feeling very negative this morning, wondering if I should even bother trying.

I concluded from this, that we who apire to be writers, often without realising it, set ourselves up for the yo-yo-ing of our emotions. We may be temporarily satisfied with a certain piece of work but the never ending desire to do better, to achieve that certain something that makes our story stand out from the rest can and often does wear us out, drain our energy and emotions to the point where we think we'll never recover.

Yet our aspirations will not let us stop. Our dream will not be shattered! Maybe we are 'chasing the wind, our tails, or building our castles in the sky', maybe our talents, meanings and intentions will never be truly recognised until after our own death as in the case of many writers.

We may possibly never earn more that $50.00 here and $100.00 there and have to work long and hard at day time jobs, then write long and hard into the wee hours of the morning to earn an ounce of recognition, but do we stop? Do we just pack it all in?

Someone famous once said, 'I write because I have to, like I breathe because I have to'. I think this basically sums it up for us. I don't think I could remain sane, if I couldn't write!
I did stop trying (submitting) once, for a period of 4 years, but I was still writing.

Not only do we speak and write about being at the mercy of our muse, we are also at the mercy of our aspirations. : ) On a more serious note, we should always remember, we write because we want and need to. We need to keep working towards our dreams and aspirations whilst not becoming a slave to them and most importantly, to enjoy the ride!

by T.Seed.2002.

Name: Anytime is a Good Time.

webpage: http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm


Anytime's a Good Time.

One of the most frustrating things those of us who aspire to write can experience is the lack of time given us to perform and perfect our chosen vocation. We all too soon find ourselves saying 'I wish I had more time', or 'what's the point of trying, I just don't have the time'.

Many of us have to work, raise families, clean house and try to write. Other's have the full time jobs of caring for the elderly, sick or young. So how do we fit in our desire to write, with all the other obligations we have?

We could make ourselves an 'official things to do list' and include a specific time period for writing. This would probably come under the heading of goal setting. Much success can be acheived doing this as if we only have half an hour to commit too, we would at least get to see some of our goals being reached.

We can wait until 'we feel' like writing, some prefer this method, they feel their creativity only occurs spontaneously whenever it wants to and it's during these times they choose to write.

A mixture of the two is an ideal we would all like to be able to commit to. Some ideas to help us get going are:

Always carry a notebook around with you, when waiting for an appointment, riding on a bus or train, sitting in a cafe having a coffee or lunch, it's easier to jot down any ideas than to try to remember them later and people you see, words you hear, a place you visit could be an inspiration for a story or article.

If you haven't already started begin journaling. Make a habit of recording your day, feelings and thoughts. Looking back at it could one day inspire some really interesting writing.

Carrying a small tape recorder with you and recording your thoughts, feelings and descriptions may be the answer, as it is far quicker to talk than to write. Later when you can find the time, you can put it onto paper.

A combination of a camera and tape recorder would achieve a far greater memory jog and you have the photographs for that article!
Editor's often prefer articles with photographs to those without.
If you cannot, prefer not or will not use them immediately, they can always be used later on for something else.

Some people find it is easier for them to write early in the morning often getting up earlier to acheive their goals. Other's cannot find the peace and quiet until after midnight during the early hours of the morning. Still other's prefer to write, as often as possible, through the hustle and bustle and noise of the day. Most agree that even if we can only snatch 5 - 20 minutes throughout the day, or if only once per day we can acheive a writing goal each week.

As most of us cannot dedicate the time we wish to dedicate to our writing, we need to constantly remind ourselves, we are doing the best we can in the situation we are in and applaud ourselves for that. If we feel we simply cannot write today, allow it to happen without feeling any regret or doubts. Sometimes we need to have a complete break, so our subconscious can search its memory banks for a new idea. So enjoy yourself, give yourself a treat, relax, unwind. When we allow doubt, fear or worry to creep in, we block our own creativity even more.

So remember, anytime is a good time to write. If not now, this very minute, well - later. A few notes of some form will remind you of that brilliant idea you had. So don't worry or doubt yourself or your ability, just grab the time when you can, pick up you pen, (or turn on your computer) and write.

(c)T.Seed 2002.

Name: Grammar in Rhyme.

Webpage: http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm

I found this the other day while clearing through some boxes, I don't know who wrote it but I think it's great! I used it while homeschooling my children. My daughter actually won an award when she read it aloud at a convention.

It brought back lots of memories and I have put it up on my wall in my office/study to remind myself and my children of using correct grammer when writing. Some may consider it a little outdated but I think it's still useful.


Grammar In Rhyme

Three litte words you often see
Are Articles a, an and the.
A Noun is the name of anything,
As school or garden, hoop or swing.
Adjectives tell the kind of noun,
As great, small, pretty, white or brown.
Instead of Nouns the Pronouns stand:
Her head, his face, your arm, my hand.
Verbs tell of something being done:
To read, count, laugh, sing, jump or run.
How things are don the Adverbs tell,
As slowly, auickly, ill or well.
Conjunctions join the words together,
As men and women, wind and weather.
The Proposition stands before
A Noun, as in or through a door.
The Interjection shows surprise,
As Oh! How pretty! Ah! How wise!
The whole are called nine parts of speech,
Which reading, writing, speaking, teach.


Here's another little poem.

There is a place for you to fill,
Some work for you to do.
That no one can, or ever will
Do quite as well as you!

Name: Journaling.

http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm

I've really only just begun to use a journal - Gasp! I hear you say. I finally decided I ought to get started as I had read so much about other people's journals and how they helped those people with their writing and understanding of themselves.

As I'm in training, so to speak, sometimes I get mad at having to take the time to record things in my journal, however, once I begin to write and it starts flowing - I find it to be the best counsellor, best friend and listener.

When I read it, I see how, with a little work , a sentence, statement or paragraph could be developed into a story, article, or poem. Now, pleased and happy to be journalling, I realise that I should have begun as a teenager or just have kept a diary. The benefits of both far outweigh the effort used, oh well, better late than never!
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Faces On The Wall.

Faces on the wall,
Photographs of family and friends.
People we love,
Some, not with us in this world,
Others, far away
In a distant state or land
We miss them greatly, these
Faces On The Wall.

Faces on the wall,
Photographs of family and friends,
People we love.
Ones we can spend time with each day,
Those we see now and then,
Do we appreciate these times?
Do we show our love for them?
Or will we regret we never did,
If they too, became missed
Faces On The Wall.

(c)T.Seed. 2002.

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Dawns Promise.

A golden halo,
Pierces the darkness,
Nightime blackness flees.
Charcoal trees and mountains,
Silhouette the sky,
Anew.

A red sky,
Like red velvet,
Lingers, then dissipates,
As radiant beams,
Of sunlight gleams,
Today.

The daylight reigns,
The birds proclaim,
Their joyous melodies.
All earth gives birth,
To life anew,
Reborn.

Each new day,
A precious gift,
Given to enjoy.
To live and breathe,
The gift of life,
Again.

(c)T.Seed. 1996.

Do Unto Others.

When someone's load is heavy,
hold out a friendly hand.
This world's already lonely,
cold, cruel and strange.
When someone's down and out,
lost, alone and ashamed.
A friend that walks aside them,
helps them hold their head up high.
When all others put them down,
When they give up on them,
Take the time to build them up,
Show belief in them.
So give them strength,
When they have none,
Do unto others,
As you would have done.

(c)T.Seed. 1997.

Noon Shadows.

Noon shadows,
Reflect in a still, glasslike lake,
Upside down images,
Of their earthlike form,
Magical silhouettes,
Penetrate the waters depths.
Almost hauntingly.

Like an echoe,
That repeats itself
Off the walls.
Mirrored pictures,
Shadowed reflections,
Submerge into my soul.

(c)T.Seed. 2002.

A Story Book Romance.

We all long for a
Story book romance,
Where the lovers
Fight all of lifes evils,
Slays all of lifes dragons,
Where everyday is spent,
In complete devotion
To each other.

Modern day evils,
Modern day dragons,
Appear as unfulfilled, longing needs.
Sugar coated candies,
Fun filled lures,
Times to be important,
Cure our financial fears,
Tasting forbidden pleasures.

If, through it all,
The hero and heroins love survive,
The long, confusing, frustrating road,
That leads them to eternal bliss,
If, we can relate,
To the lovers fate,
Are we not - the lovers,
On the road, of the
Story Book Romance?

(c)T.Seed. 2002.

The Water Bearer.

Intense, suffocating heat,
Bore down upon the slaves.
The sweat oozed from them,
Their thirst choked them,
'Til they could work - no more.

Their bodies ached,
Their spirits longed to be free.
They felt their defeat,
They felt they could no longer survive,
The chains that kept them bound.

The Water Bearer would come by,
Bearing 'water's of life',
One by one she would pour them to drink,
Life giving, cool, fresh water.

Intense, suffocating emotions,
Bear down upon us slaves.
Our life - drains from us,
Our frustrations choke us,
'Til we can go on - no more.

Our hearts ache,
Our spirits long to be free.
We feel our defeat,
We feel we can no longer survive,
The chains that keeps us bound.

The Water Bearer still comes by,
Bearing wisdom from the 'waters of life'.
One by one she pours us to drink,
Life giving, kind, wise words.

(c)T.Seed. 2002.

Name: I am with you always.

http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm

I am in the gentle breeze that blows
gently on your face.
I am in a smile and in the eyes
of a childs face.
I am in your heart and memories,
So close to you, always.
I am in the sun that warms your skin,
I am in the first birds song,
I am with you - always.

T.Seed 2002.

Life's Patchwork Quilt.

Like a Patchwork Quilt,
The pieces of our lives,
Are stitched together,
With understanding,
From lessons we have learnt.

The many colours reflect,
Choices we have made,
Mistakes learned from,
And interwoven,
Through our lives in change.

Threaded through Life's Patchwork Quilt,
Searching for its home,
Is the 'child' that lies within,
A restless, striving soul.

(c)T.Seed 1997.

I Feel I've Found Me.

I feel I've found me -
After many long years,
I'm feeling that I have worth,
That what I have to say matters,
That I matter!

Where did I go?
When did somone else take over?
Did I create her to cope?
Was she the stronger me taking control,
So the frightened me could hide?

Now I feel we have fused together,
To become the whole - the healed one,
I feel united, strong, secure,
Safe, loved and understood,
I feel I've found me.

(c)T.Seed 2001.

Name: Inner Child.

Webpage: http://dailywriting.net/SeedWeb.htm

I lost the little girl in me,
So very long ago,
So when I found her waiting there,
I had to let her know.

I cuddled her and nutured her,
I listened to her dreams.
I accepted and encouraged her,
I cried with her to heal.

The memories that once kept us bound,
So I could set us free
Now complete she can be found,
Living inside of me.

(c)T.Seed 2002

Dark Corners Of The Mind

Dark Corners,
Hide in the depths,
Of our subconcious minds.
Waiting...Lurking...
Ready to surprise us -
At any given time.

Memories,
Triggered by a sound,
A smell, word or song,
A deje - vous,
A flash,
Dream or vision -
Screaming for attention!

Too hurt,
Too scared to face it,
Relive the fear and pain,
File it away - deep
In recessed,
Dark Corners Of The Mind.

(c)T.Seed 1996.

Reality.

I close my eyes to sleep,
Tired and eager to escape,
The busyness of another day.
The endless bustle and noise.
To saturate my weary soul,
In tranquility, peace and harmony.
To refresh and recreate,
My inner being, myself.

Behind closed eyes,
In the twilight zone,
Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness -
In subconscious oblivion.
A picture emerges and
Voices are heard - as if in my room.

Present reality, back with a start!
My heart,
Pounds with fear!
I wonder about this anxiety,
Why this picture?
Why this fear?

Future glimpses or vague recollections?
A hidden memory from another time?
Insights into a life now past?
A premonition of what's yet to come?
A presently emerging newsflash.
What's the message hidden within?

Not until the ultimate fusion,
When our pasts, present and future collide,
Will our own book of revelations -
Open our blind eyes!

(c)T.Seed 1997.