Published in Do not wait
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Image credit by Clark Tibbs
Image credit by Clark Tibbs
Image credit by Clark Tibbs
Resigner H. Luth is an educated woman, seeking to connect with the world through her words. This is not just a fairytale. She might be a dreamer but she likes to shake things up. Sometimes just to see what happens. Not always a good idea.☢️☮️✌️
Resigner H. Luth is an educated woman, seeking to connect with the world through her words. This is not just a fairytale. She might be a dreamer but she likes to shake things up. Sometimes just to see what happens. Not always a good idea.☢️☮️✌️
Resigner H. Luth is an educated woman, seeking to connect with the world through her words. This is not just a fairytale. She might be a dreamer but she likes to shake things up. Sometimes just to see what happens. Not always a good idea.☢️☮️✌️
October 30, 2023
October 30, 2023
October 30, 2023
Catalyst
Catalyst
Catalyst
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Catalyst
~ Be the change you want to see in the world.
Are you a natural catalyst? Do you, without compromising yourself inspire those around you? If not, this writer has one question for you: "What is holding you back?"
Trouble Me - a poem by Natalie Merchant and Dennis Drew, 10,000 Maniacs
Speak to me.
Let me look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now
stop you're turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Speak to me and let our worlds build a shelter from the storm.
(^◕.◕^)
~ postscript: I sourced these words not from the song but thanks to Karin Slaughter's The Silent Wife
N/either N/or Reactions
This is where life gets a little tricky. Especially with me. You can push me towards greatness, but I push back. Not because I am fickle or playing a game. I just like "control". Currently I've got two or three assets:
1. My mind
2. My health
3. My friends
What a tragic list that is!
It's a start. We all know the saying "Life is a journey, not a destination." Easy to say, much harder to implement.
From stardust and molecules, we have grown into feeling, breathing, sentient beings. We are human. One man's fight is another man's history. One woman's victory is a victory for all.
Chain-reaction
~ Story time. Before I step into the cold reality. (Yes, I mean cold. The rain and hail is creating a somber mood.) REMINDER: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person is purely co-incidental
In the heart of a small town, yet surrounded by towering skyscrapers and the kaleidoscope of neon lights, lived a musician whose name was Hope. She was an enigmatic artist who brought the brilliance of light to life through her music while personally she wrestled with the shadows that loomed in her day to day life. Her electric guitar was her chosen instrument, and with it, she created melodies that could ignite passion and spark change.
Hope's penthouse apartment was a sanctuary of rock 'n' roll. The walls were adorned with posters of legendary concerts, and her living space was a fusion of modern aesthetics and vintage rock memorabilia. Colorful stage lights and LED strips bathed the rooms in a dynamic, ever-changing glow. The vibrant hues inspired her to craft lyrics and melodies that resonated with her fans.
To the outside world, Hope was a beacon of inspiration, a rockstar who could light up even the darkest of hearts with her music. Her albums were popular, her performances were legendary, and her fan base was devoted. Still, beneath her larger-than-life stage presence, a complex struggle persisted.
During the late hours of the night, when her fans were immersed in the music she created, Hope sat alone in her dimly lit penthouse. She was a solitary figure, haunted by the memories of a tumultuous past. She had grown up in a loving home household, her childhood unmarked by pain, neglect, or emotional turmoil.
These shadows from her past was of her own creation and they clung to her like relentless groupies, a reminder of the emotional scars she now bore.
Hope's greatest challenge was the battle she fought within herself. She had spent her life igniting the hearts of thousands, but her own heart remained shrouded in darkness. The scars of her secret past had made her wary of forming deep connections. She felt as if she was a prisoner to her own insecurities and fears.
One electric night, with thunder tearing at the sky, Hope gazed at the city lights from her penthouse, she received a message inviting her to speak at a star-studded benefit concert for a charitable cause close to her heart. Initially hesitant, her inner turmoil threatened to keep her on the sidelines. A spark of resilience and rebellion ignited within her. She realized that she had been leading a double life, one as a "star" who inspired change through her music, and another as a captive of her own shadows.
Hope accepted the invitation, and in the weeks leading up to the event, she decided to confront her past. She opened up to a therapist, delving into the layers of her past trauma, and sharing the pain that was her only path to personal liberation.
The night of the benefit concert arrived, and Hope took the stage, facing a sea of adoring fans, fellow musicians, and celebrities. She bared her soul, recounting her struggle to overcome her traumatic past and the courage it took to change herself. Her vulnerability resonated with the audience, and they saw a new facet of the woman who had rocked their worlds for so long.
Hope's speech and performance became a transformative moment in her life. She realized that being a catalyst for change in the world could only truly begin with the courage to change herself. Her journey of self-discovery continued, but now she had the support of those who had been touched by her music.
In the end, Hope learned that it was okay to live in the shadows as long as she was willing to step into the spotlight, even if just for a moment, and share her story. She discovered that inspiring change in the world often started with the courage to change oneself. As the lights of the city continued to glow, Hope's life began to shine a little brighter each day, illuminating the path to personal growth and healing for herself and those whose supported and accepted her.
No longer stuck in a penthouse, or behind sunglasses. She not only improved her mental health but her physical wellbeing as well. As for those who could not or would not grow with her, she missed them. So every now and again, she'd put on paint. Knowing that she had a choice. And that, dear reader, made all the difference.
⨔Fin
Yeah, I know, that must have been a cracker-jack of a speech. Real events are strictly regulated by time. Once again, some artistic license was used. 😉
Resigner 💜
Bloody batteries, anyone find a charger outside an E.R. yet?
Signing off with love and admiration for all of you, making a change in the world - no matter the cost. We move forward. You are all stars, you don't need people screaming your name. We want it. Do we need it? 😜
Resigner ☮️
#justmoveforward
♪♪♪
Courage!
🪝Keep on reading, Cinders, Red, Redshadow are ready. Will their new friend make a difference? Time will tell.
Catalyst
~ Be the change you want to see in the world.
Are you a natural catalyst? Do you, without compromising yourself inspire those around you? If not, this writer has one question for you: "What is holding you back?"
Trouble Me - a poem by Natalie Merchant and Dennis Drew, 10,000 Maniacs
Speak to me.
Let me look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now
stop you're turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Speak to me and let our worlds build a shelter from the storm.
(^◕.◕^)
~ postscript: I sourced these words not from the song but thanks to Karin Slaughter's The Silent Wife
N/either N/or Reactions
This is where life gets a little tricky. Especially with me. You can push me towards greatness, but I push back. Not because I am fickle or playing a game. I just like "control". Currently I've got two or three assets:
1. My mind
2. My health
3. My friends
What a tragic list that is!
It's a start. We all know the saying "Life is a journey, not a destination." Easy to say, much harder to implement.
From stardust and molecules, we have grown into feeling, breathing, sentient beings. We are human. One man's fight is another man's history. One woman's victory is a victory for all.
Chain-reaction
~ Story time. Before I step into the cold reality. (Yes, I mean cold. The rain and hail is creating a somber mood.) REMINDER: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person is purely co-incidental
In the heart of a small town, yet surrounded by towering skyscrapers and the kaleidoscope of neon lights, lived a musician whose name was Hope. She was an enigmatic artist who brought the brilliance of light to life through her music while personally she wrestled with the shadows that loomed in her day to day life. Her electric guitar was her chosen instrument, and with it, she created melodies that could ignite passion and spark change.
Hope's penthouse apartment was a sanctuary of rock 'n' roll. The walls were adorned with posters of legendary concerts, and her living space was a fusion of modern aesthetics and vintage rock memorabilia. Colorful stage lights and LED strips bathed the rooms in a dynamic, ever-changing glow. The vibrant hues inspired her to craft lyrics and melodies that resonated with her fans.
To the outside world, Hope was a beacon of inspiration, a rockstar who could light up even the darkest of hearts with her music. Her albums were popular, her performances were legendary, and her fan base was devoted. Still, beneath her larger-than-life stage presence, a complex struggle persisted.
During the late hours of the night, when her fans were immersed in the music she created, Hope sat alone in her dimly lit penthouse. She was a solitary figure, haunted by the memories of a tumultuous past. She had grown up in a loving home household, her childhood unmarked by pain, neglect, or emotional turmoil.
These shadows from her past was of her own creation and they clung to her like relentless groupies, a reminder of the emotional scars she now bore.
Hope's greatest challenge was the battle she fought within herself. She had spent her life igniting the hearts of thousands, but her own heart remained shrouded in darkness. The scars of her secret past had made her wary of forming deep connections. She felt as if she was a prisoner to her own insecurities and fears.
One electric night, with thunder tearing at the sky, Hope gazed at the city lights from her penthouse, she received a message inviting her to speak at a star-studded benefit concert for a charitable cause close to her heart. Initially hesitant, her inner turmoil threatened to keep her on the sidelines. A spark of resilience and rebellion ignited within her. She realized that she had been leading a double life, one as a "star" who inspired change through her music, and another as a captive of her own shadows.
Hope accepted the invitation, and in the weeks leading up to the event, she decided to confront her past. She opened up to a therapist, delving into the layers of her past trauma, and sharing the pain that was her only path to personal liberation.
The night of the benefit concert arrived, and Hope took the stage, facing a sea of adoring fans, fellow musicians, and celebrities. She bared her soul, recounting her struggle to overcome her traumatic past and the courage it took to change herself. Her vulnerability resonated with the audience, and they saw a new facet of the woman who had rocked their worlds for so long.
Hope's speech and performance became a transformative moment in her life. She realized that being a catalyst for change in the world could only truly begin with the courage to change herself. Her journey of self-discovery continued, but now she had the support of those who had been touched by her music.
In the end, Hope learned that it was okay to live in the shadows as long as she was willing to step into the spotlight, even if just for a moment, and share her story. She discovered that inspiring change in the world often started with the courage to change oneself. As the lights of the city continued to glow, Hope's life began to shine a little brighter each day, illuminating the path to personal growth and healing for herself and those whose supported and accepted her.
No longer stuck in a penthouse, or behind sunglasses. She not only improved her mental health but her physical wellbeing as well. As for those who could not or would not grow with her, she missed them. So every now and again, she'd put on paint. Knowing that she had a choice. And that, dear reader, made all the difference.
⨔Fin
Yeah, I know, that must have been a cracker-jack of a speech. Real events are strictly regulated by time. Once again, some artistic license was used. 😉
Resigner 💜
Bloody batteries, anyone find a charger outside an E.R. yet?
Signing off with love and admiration for all of you, making a change in the world - no matter the cost. We move forward. You are all stars, you don't need people screaming your name. We want it. Do we need it? 😜
Resigner ☮️
#justmoveforward
♪♪♪
Courage!
🪝Keep on reading, Cinders, Red, Redshadow are ready. Will their new friend make a difference? Time will tell.
Catalyst
~ Be the change you want to see in the world.
Are you a natural catalyst? Do you, without compromising yourself inspire those around you? If not, this writer has one question for you: "What is holding you back?"
Trouble Me - a poem by Natalie Merchant and Dennis Drew, 10,000 Maniacs
Speak to me.
Let me look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now
stop you're turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Speak to me and let our worlds build a shelter from the storm.
(^◕.◕^)
~ postscript: I sourced these words not from the song but thanks to Karin Slaughter's The Silent Wife
N/either N/or Reactions
This is where life gets a little tricky. Especially with me. You can push me towards greatness, but I push back. Not because I am fickle or playing a game. I just like "control". Currently I've got two or three assets:
1. My mind
2. My health
3. My friends
What a tragic list that is!
It's a start. We all know the saying "Life is a journey, not a destination." Easy to say, much harder to implement.
From stardust and molecules, we have grown into feeling, breathing, sentient beings. We are human. One man's fight is another man's history. One woman's victory is a victory for all.
Chain-reaction
~ Story time. Before I step into the cold reality. (Yes, I mean cold. The rain and hail is creating a somber mood.) REMINDER: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person is purely co-incidental
In the heart of a small town, yet surrounded by towering skyscrapers and the kaleidoscope of neon lights, lived a musician whose name was Hope. She was an enigmatic artist who brought the brilliance of light to life through her music while personally she wrestled with the shadows that loomed in her day to day life. Her electric guitar was her chosen instrument, and with it, she created melodies that could ignite passion and spark change.
Hope's penthouse apartment was a sanctuary of rock 'n' roll. The walls were adorned with posters of legendary concerts, and her living space was a fusion of modern aesthetics and vintage rock memorabilia. Colorful stage lights and LED strips bathed the rooms in a dynamic, ever-changing glow. The vibrant hues inspired her to craft lyrics and melodies that resonated with her fans.
To the outside world, Hope was a beacon of inspiration, a rockstar who could light up even the darkest of hearts with her music. Her albums were popular, her performances were legendary, and her fan base was devoted. Still, beneath her larger-than-life stage presence, a complex struggle persisted.
During the late hours of the night, when her fans were immersed in the music she created, Hope sat alone in her dimly lit penthouse. She was a solitary figure, haunted by the memories of a tumultuous past. She had grown up in a loving home household, her childhood unmarked by pain, neglect, or emotional turmoil.
These shadows from her past was of her own creation and they clung to her like relentless groupies, a reminder of the emotional scars she now bore.
Hope's greatest challenge was the battle she fought within herself. She had spent her life igniting the hearts of thousands, but her own heart remained shrouded in darkness. The scars of her secret past had made her wary of forming deep connections. She felt as if she was a prisoner to her own insecurities and fears.
One electric night, with thunder tearing at the sky, Hope gazed at the city lights from her penthouse, she received a message inviting her to speak at a star-studded benefit concert for a charitable cause close to her heart. Initially hesitant, her inner turmoil threatened to keep her on the sidelines. A spark of resilience and rebellion ignited within her. She realized that she had been leading a double life, one as a "star" who inspired change through her music, and another as a captive of her own shadows.
Hope accepted the invitation, and in the weeks leading up to the event, she decided to confront her past. She opened up to a therapist, delving into the layers of her past trauma, and sharing the pain that was her only path to personal liberation.
The night of the benefit concert arrived, and Hope took the stage, facing a sea of adoring fans, fellow musicians, and celebrities. She bared her soul, recounting her struggle to overcome her traumatic past and the courage it took to change herself. Her vulnerability resonated with the audience, and they saw a new facet of the woman who had rocked their worlds for so long.
Hope's speech and performance became a transformative moment in her life. She realized that being a catalyst for change in the world could only truly begin with the courage to change herself. Her journey of self-discovery continued, but now she had the support of those who had been touched by her music.
In the end, Hope learned that it was okay to live in the shadows as long as she was willing to step into the spotlight, even if just for a moment, and share her story. She discovered that inspiring change in the world often started with the courage to change oneself. As the lights of the city continued to glow, Hope's life began to shine a little brighter each day, illuminating the path to personal growth and healing for herself and those whose supported and accepted her.
No longer stuck in a penthouse, or behind sunglasses. She not only improved her mental health but her physical wellbeing as well. As for those who could not or would not grow with her, she missed them. So every now and again, she'd put on paint. Knowing that she had a choice. And that, dear reader, made all the difference.
⨔Fin
Yeah, I know, that must have been a cracker-jack of a speech. Real events are strictly regulated by time. Once again, some artistic license was used. 😉
Resigner 💜
Bloody batteries, anyone find a charger outside an E.R. yet?
Signing off with love and admiration for all of you, making a change in the world - no matter the cost. We move forward. You are all stars, you don't need people screaming your name. We want it. Do we need it? 😜
Resigner ☮️
#justmoveforward
♪♪♪
Courage!
🪝Keep on reading, Cinders, Red, Redshadow are ready. Will their new friend make a difference? Time will tell.
