Yeah, it’s been a while. I thought that writing would be a nice little creative diversion after I left the world of full-time work and relocated. Granted, I had a few moments of grand illusions that I could become a great influencer leading to who knows what. In reality, it was fun to write about whatever came to mind and nice, occasionally, to hear that my words resonated with some of the very few people whoever read them.
Lately, I’ve been writing articles promoting a local non-profit and doing some grant writing for them. That has replaced the diversion, at least for the time being. Recently, I was taken aback by someone saying, “You obviously have a passion for writing.” I like words. I like it when people like the words I write. But passion? I think it would be passionate if I poured my soul onto paper. I haven’t and probably won’t. Not being in a good place is temporary. Documenting it in a public space changes that. Maybe I’ve done more focused writing and have avoided social media to just to find peace in my internal space.
Perhaps attempting to be at peace quells passion. Subduing ego and just letting things go used to feel like giving up. Realizing that one can surrender to whatever reality one faces has become a welcome challenge. I’m convinced that the initial state of numbness is just undiscovered calm.
Exploring that, I wondered what AI would come up with when assigned a poem on surrender. Here’s what was delivered:
The waves crash in with all their might,
A relentless, pounding, endless fight.
I brace myself, I stand so tall,
Preparing for the endless fall.
But what if I just let it be?
Let the tide pull me out to sea.
Not with a struggle, but a sigh,
Beneath the vast and open sky.
No more to push, no more to strain,
Just soaking in the gentle rain.
The anchor drops, the sails go slack,
I lay my weary burden back.
This isn’t weakness, isn’t loss,
It’s just a way to pay the cost
Of holding on to what is gone,
And greeting a new, hopeful dawn.
That summed up a lot of things. And, of course, made me wish I had written it!
Recharting at a new latitude 