January 18, 2021
My writing discipline is to put the power of Now to work. To exercise it. To believe in it. To live by it. I stream think. One page. Ten minutes to write. No editing. The subject that jolted into place? The week that will be. Drop the microphone. Walk off the stage. The week that will be. Wait! It’s not complete. Yet, it is during this age and stage that time will put into play by way of shaping what will be. No wonder there’s so much anxiety! A pandemic sill out of control. A nation that acts divided until the NFL playoffs. At the end of the fourth quarter you can go back to your personal beliefs. 25,000 heavily armed military men and women on guard in D.D. The week that will be. A presidential inauguration. Number 46 all set to take command. The news media refuses to stop inciting the masses with the elements that which heightens fear. And they say nothing is wrong with it. The week that will be. Shaped by. Lived by. Rebuilt by. And nobody will accept responsibility. Therefore I’m changing the origin of my thought. Not the week that will be. But rather the weak that will be. How strong are you?