S.M. Bjarnson's Blog, page 23
November 11, 2013
How will it go?? :) Let the story be told!!!
Here is a preview of a maybe ending for my upcoming novel of The Sacrificing Mother!! :)
I will be releasing my cover shortly! And, away we go!
It started soon after it had ended. The weary part of the dream I had once been living in, shortly became the lie I was breathing. I removed myself from the knowledge of other beings. Their accusations only leading me to definite defeat and while my own accusations leading me toward something or other of estrangement. Either will or way, my responsibility as that person who once did or did not do this or that was quite burdening upon my shoulders.
It was different back then when chances were given to you to burn and not bury, so in many cases I did just that, burned them in every direction. The course never came through tears or trembling words of cohesion. There I stood upon the same playing field, level ground with opponents not necessarily against me, but never might I add ever for me.
I resented the title and whence the rhythmic truth became spoken, it indulged in being sought out as just that; the truth. Not my truth or your truth, or somebody’s good guess as what that truth maybe be, it is merely a fictional certainty of the truth. Nothing happened as you would assume it would. Girl meets boy, boy likes girl, and girl isn’t too crazy about boy. One mistake leads to another and 40 weeks later a baby girl is then born and given away to people I am told to be called reorganized fundamentalist. Of course I feel bad, a child grew inside me and for some time I doubted my ability to grow one. She came out perfect. She came out screaming with life; that’s how I knew she would be okay. These fundamentalist, I am telling you may not have her best interest at mind. They surely are giving her a chance to make up for the things I couldn’t give her.
Besides I belonged to the state in most cases. I couldn’t let her belong to someone like me. She looked like me. Mostly of him, he didn’t know. In the people’s truth, I guess now he knew all too well.
I will be releasing my cover shortly! And, away we go!
It started soon after it had ended. The weary part of the dream I had once been living in, shortly became the lie I was breathing. I removed myself from the knowledge of other beings. Their accusations only leading me to definite defeat and while my own accusations leading me toward something or other of estrangement. Either will or way, my responsibility as that person who once did or did not do this or that was quite burdening upon my shoulders.
It was different back then when chances were given to you to burn and not bury, so in many cases I did just that, burned them in every direction. The course never came through tears or trembling words of cohesion. There I stood upon the same playing field, level ground with opponents not necessarily against me, but never might I add ever for me.
I resented the title and whence the rhythmic truth became spoken, it indulged in being sought out as just that; the truth. Not my truth or your truth, or somebody’s good guess as what that truth maybe be, it is merely a fictional certainty of the truth. Nothing happened as you would assume it would. Girl meets boy, boy likes girl, and girl isn’t too crazy about boy. One mistake leads to another and 40 weeks later a baby girl is then born and given away to people I am told to be called reorganized fundamentalist. Of course I feel bad, a child grew inside me and for some time I doubted my ability to grow one. She came out perfect. She came out screaming with life; that’s how I knew she would be okay. These fundamentalist, I am telling you may not have her best interest at mind. They surely are giving her a chance to make up for the things I couldn’t give her.
Besides I belonged to the state in most cases. I couldn’t let her belong to someone like me. She looked like me. Mostly of him, he didn’t know. In the people’s truth, I guess now he knew all too well.
November 10, 2013
November 8, 2013
Hello, my world2!
Remember back in the day when time was longer, when days were better or happier? We were children back then in paradise. I live again and again each day dreaming of a world we can all call awakening tones too. The time is now isn't it, that we grow, that we develop from creatures of the wild to heroes of tomorrow? Tell me if I'm running wrong, are we all cast out of the image, because of our beauty?
Move your throne across the shore to the deeper edge of the ridge and to the closer portion of where inhabitants create bonds with the solidarity of man.
Remember, I'll tell you we're whispering with thieves, drinking wine with the deceased. Commenting on whether or not should we grieve. Marks upon the skin of man, we are all changing through time wishing well to those that hear the words filtering out through our nostrils in rag!
Be Hero!
Turning tables over for the last pieces of dignity we decided to give up; sticking them underneath the regretful past of permission. The passion dwindling and again we're dead by the sea wondering when the next tidal wave will take us away, from disaster.
Be Independent.
You were all vulnerable under his control under the mold in his skin! You wanted it to be more than ever more.
What was it again you needed from him? Compassion, love, a life worth living?
Be Inspiring.
Live the way you have always wanted too. You are the only one that can say yes! :)
-S.M.
Move your throne across the shore to the deeper edge of the ridge and to the closer portion of where inhabitants create bonds with the solidarity of man.
Remember, I'll tell you we're whispering with thieves, drinking wine with the deceased. Commenting on whether or not should we grieve. Marks upon the skin of man, we are all changing through time wishing well to those that hear the words filtering out through our nostrils in rag!
Be Hero!
Turning tables over for the last pieces of dignity we decided to give up; sticking them underneath the regretful past of permission. The passion dwindling and again we're dead by the sea wondering when the next tidal wave will take us away, from disaster.
Be Independent.
You were all vulnerable under his control under the mold in his skin! You wanted it to be more than ever more.
What was it again you needed from him? Compassion, love, a life worth living?
Be Inspiring.
Live the way you have always wanted too. You are the only one that can say yes! :)
-S.M.
November 7, 2013
Kelly Rae Roberts: Practicing Courage
I came across this email on avery low day, week, month? ALl of thee above! Some days are better than others! She has been an inspiration to me and has always seemed to brighten my day with her outstanding talents! http://kellyraeroberts.blogspot.com/(A passage from The Terma Collective) I came across this passage several years ago and it changed my life. What still pulled on my soul was the quiet and then not-so-quiet call to become an artist. One tiny step after the next, and I found myself in the center of my life's dream. Remarkable.
And now, all of these years later, in the quiet pauses between the noises of work and business and mothering and living a deliciously full life, I'm hearing a new call to push up against a new edge of this creative life. To tell my story and express my work in the world in new ways.
It might not look like much, but renting this projector felt like the scariest thing I've done in years. Because it meant that I had committed. To using it. To teach. To not just believing my story mattered but telling it. In front of people.
I was nervous, but I did it. And the lesson of doing the things we didn't think we could do circled back around to my heart and taught me all of it's valuable, heart centering lessons all over again. The ones about making small moves while trusting that all the bigger metaphysical moves will shift with us. The ones about stepping into our courage because it allows us to witness our lives from a different angle. The ones about embracing our vulnerabilities and trusting the process of answering the urges, even when we've got gremlins galore.
I'm reminded of a quote that also changed my life not so long ago:
"....the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way." - WH Murray
I can't say for sure, but I'm thinking that the small but big move of renting the projector and then actually using it during a small, sweet conference this past weekend, was the beginning of something new. It's been a long time since I felt a sense of absolute relief (and a smidge of pride) that comes after we've pushed ourselves. I'm just so glad I did it. Big thanks to all the lovely and amazing ladies that came and held that space for me as we learned from each other. Super grateful. When was the last time you pushed up against an edge in your own life? What did you learn? How did it feel?
October 24, 2013
Hello, My World The Unforgiving of Worlds
Hello! Welcome to my world! The very unforgiving world we call: Earth. Earth has started to get a reputation for hoarding some of the universes best and worst human beings in the galaxy. We have noble prize winners, mentors, presidents with whit. In every scenario there is always good versus bad, so of course we have evil doers as well. The murders and baby thieves, the ones who destroy countries upon communities. We live in the midst, the very middle of the odds.
Danger creeping and lurking in every crevasse; you see everything and honestly it doesn't downright frighten you as much as it disappoints or disgusts your morality. The middle of the middle, you're no longer the very top nor the very bottom of the pyramid. You still hold on to people to bring you up in the world and others hang to your physical frame hoping for the same effort.
Well wishes we send to the departed and halfhearted. Their demise being overwhelming. Their truth conquering all that enter.
In the middle. We are on the Top.
Shift or crack at the something or other. We move as a whole group, one right after the other. In a long line swaying like a cargo vessel upon the waves at sea.
Only time telling us we are lost.
Running in circles mad like a man on fire. Our heads near explosion, to much commotion leading from out there into here. Our hearts stumbling at defeat the whits ripped beneath our feet.
My hair falling and burning at the tips, we were all bald once weren't we? DO you remember the time of day, was it light or night? Did the windows shake with cold and fear? Were the children out to play. Bitten but never infected. Torn, but never scorned. We live in a village there is no one to care.
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Danger creeping and lurking in every crevasse; you see everything and honestly it doesn't downright frighten you as much as it disappoints or disgusts your morality. The middle of the middle, you're no longer the very top nor the very bottom of the pyramid. You still hold on to people to bring you up in the world and others hang to your physical frame hoping for the same effort.
Well wishes we send to the departed and halfhearted. Their demise being overwhelming. Their truth conquering all that enter.
In the middle. We are on the Top.
Shift or crack at the something or other. We move as a whole group, one right after the other. In a long line swaying like a cargo vessel upon the waves at sea.
Only time telling us we are lost.
Running in circles mad like a man on fire. Our heads near explosion, to much commotion leading from out there into here. Our hearts stumbling at defeat the whits ripped beneath our feet.
My hair falling and burning at the tips, we were all bald once weren't we? DO you remember the time of day, was it light or night? Did the windows shake with cold and fear? Were the children out to play. Bitten but never infected. Torn, but never scorned. We live in a village there is no one to care.
www.doctormacro.com
October 15, 2013
October 12, 2013
October 10, 2013
Trust.
trust. A word we flip flop around like a demised fish out of water. We greedily admire as well as joyfully despise the notion of the word. Trust. An action, a form of faith that gets us from point A to point B. Trust. The very bit in your core that's like the eye of the storm. Telling you again and again, hushing your fears stroking your hair, whispering it shall be okay!
You will be alright, once again!
Trusting is never easy. Being lead blindfolded across a rickety log is plain trust in your guide. Faith in your step, will also be a key component. In a world so fearful of chance, of risk, we seek out what we all assume is the safest of ways. You trust and I'll trust. We'll all trust.
Hold a hand, tell someone your thy here and that you trust them, even if they don't choose to trust themselves, believe in then. Calm your should of all the negative words and phrases people have put on you about the things you hold dear in life.
You will always control the life you live! Remember to trust yourself.
S.M. Bjarnson
You will be alright, once again!
Trusting is never easy. Being lead blindfolded across a rickety log is plain trust in your guide. Faith in your step, will also be a key component. In a world so fearful of chance, of risk, we seek out what we all assume is the safest of ways. You trust and I'll trust. We'll all trust.
Hold a hand, tell someone your thy here and that you trust them, even if they don't choose to trust themselves, believe in then. Calm your should of all the negative words and phrases people have put on you about the things you hold dear in life.
You will always control the life you live! Remember to trust yourself.
S.M. Bjarnson
October 6, 2013
Gettting There is Half the Challenge!
Getting There is Half the Challenge.
I've made plenty of mistakes in my career, being a self-published author does have it's trials. You think your getting somewhere and some hope tries to bring itself up into your life and then BAM! Shut down by yet another, publisher, reviewer, critic.
You will never make everyone happy. You need to understand this and you need to understand that everyday we all have our downfalls, some more than others. It shouldn't limit us our ability to rise and walk. We are merely human beings trying to rush at the world as Superheroes. Come on haven't you ever played make believe? Well, everyday I get to play make beleive. In my journeys in my writings I am creating marvelous worlds I could honestly hope to understand. They are not the lives I live, but someone does, if not in comparision.
I am richly blessed with a wonderful family. I have great gratitude towards my fellow beings who have not had such good going lives, as I have. I understand your struggle and am faced with readers and people everyday, sharing their heartfelt stories with me. I am thankful. I am grateful and blessed. I hope one day I might change perspectives of those who have had a lost of love ones or more.
In my stories and blog posts I am here to be your friend to enrich your lives. As my imagination has enriched and sweetened my beliefs on the world. There will always be a negative to a postive a right to every wrong, depending how you look at it, or which side of the fence you choose to sit on. Challenges will come and they will most certainly go! Do all you can because one day the paycheck or promotion will come your way! In the wonderous words of a very cute cartoon off MEET THE ROBISONS, Keep Moving Forward!
S.M. Bjarnson
Everyday let it be Gold.
Belong to a Kingdom
I've made plenty of mistakes in my career, being a self-published author does have it's trials. You think your getting somewhere and some hope tries to bring itself up into your life and then BAM! Shut down by yet another, publisher, reviewer, critic.
You will never make everyone happy. You need to understand this and you need to understand that everyday we all have our downfalls, some more than others. It shouldn't limit us our ability to rise and walk. We are merely human beings trying to rush at the world as Superheroes. Come on haven't you ever played make believe? Well, everyday I get to play make beleive. In my journeys in my writings I am creating marvelous worlds I could honestly hope to understand. They are not the lives I live, but someone does, if not in comparision.
I am richly blessed with a wonderful family. I have great gratitude towards my fellow beings who have not had such good going lives, as I have. I understand your struggle and am faced with readers and people everyday, sharing their heartfelt stories with me. I am thankful. I am grateful and blessed. I hope one day I might change perspectives of those who have had a lost of love ones or more.
In my stories and blog posts I am here to be your friend to enrich your lives. As my imagination has enriched and sweetened my beliefs on the world. There will always be a negative to a postive a right to every wrong, depending how you look at it, or which side of the fence you choose to sit on. Challenges will come and they will most certainly go! Do all you can because one day the paycheck or promotion will come your way! In the wonderous words of a very cute cartoon off MEET THE ROBISONS, Keep Moving Forward!
S.M. Bjarnson
Everyday let it be Gold.
Belong to a Kingdom
