Tale of two dads

Somehow contrast a nurturer from assigned care giver. It has been noted a lot in fathers vs. Dads. It is generally known that just being a biological father does not make you a dad, but I want to point out the distinction of husband from a legal spouse or provider.

Modernized parable

I was orgazining spices and realized I had not labled one that looked like parsley, but could I be sure?

Instantly, I thought of the parable of the wheat and the tares and how at one point they were almost undescernable so they would be allowed to grow together until maturity. I thought of a brilliant realization regarding spouses that I had not had and it was no doubt lucky.

Speaking of luck, I decided to make lasagna which called for parsley, so I sprinkled the dried crumbs on it. Then it dawned on me that if the parable had been taught today it might likely be the parable of the parsley and thyme. Now, I mention that I was lucky, the unmarked herb was infact parsley, or things might have tasted a bit odd with too much thyme (at least it was not on my hands)... Hah hah. But, I thought of Elder Holand's story of taking the wrong path with his son. It was so that they could be SURE of the correct path. The herbs are nearly indistinguishable, to me before baking, but I would have known it was not correct after baking with it.

He's not you

List of desirable traits he could be possessing. He might be all of this, but he's not you.

The idea is that I am not in love with the parts, I am in love with a being that is you.

He could have every trait you possess, and refine the way I want, but still the fact remains: He is not you.

Movie Idea - brief not fleshed out yet.

In the future a safe enough distance away in time, a cataclysmic event wipes out most of the earth's inhabitants, minus a few who were in a cryogenic sleep. They become those who are called forefathers. Mankind shows his resilience through not only survivng what would have killed them all, but they flourish in a new world. Part of them that is religious tries to explain things in a spiritual way, but science finds they are atom and thus debunks, unfortunately, all of that subculture's beliefs. But, one particularly brilliant scientist realizes that his brilliance comes from a knowledge connection to something outside of himself and he leads the world in scientific discovery finally admitting inspiration in his seeming coincidence. So, our culture, dividedby catastrophe ends up precisely where it was somehow reinventing the same things, which suggests (after a piece of our past is discovered) that there is a greater force molding our culture. Now, the ultimate discovery was pieces of the internet in the form of YouTube vlogs. They, the videos, are discovered and later revered and mass produced so that every man has access to his past. Because of how scientifically things were proven to be correct and the same, the recovered videos become not only seen by all, but heralded as prophetic. The videos become a type of link to the past which when carefully studied reveals patterns for our future.  New culture of people named oracles arises. They are most familiar with the phophecies and interpret the meanings for others. Studying the past makes us future savvy so the videos are seen as supernatural and curious.

I won't fall

But, it's so hard to think cause you know how I do it and you know what and where to interject to gain the true advantage.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

What starts out as lovely like a burning bushel of apples one can spoil the bunch and I mistake your notions for my own until things rot and decay.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

Looking around one can't help but see you've got a beautiful place and it has got to be nice no more living at home but home wasn't so bad but it sure cannot be a heaven without you.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

So exactly how many thoughts are actually mine? When I make something up can I trust my resolve? It is hard to tell where you are and when I start and end.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall...No, I won't fall

It must be fiction

I was imagining the most powerful I could imagine (like a super hero) far more devious than big brother, but focused on something so seemingly inconsequential that no one noticed. My husband is a carefully orchestrated bookmark. I am thinking of that guy in the movie Contact, I have to look it up. Brb

Hadden.

Impromptu

I feel like I need to express something, so, here goes.

I'm not sure I am using it right,
But I always want to say it when I'm thinking of you.
Maybe there is not a word yet
Or way to even say the way I feel.

Let's call it love, love, love love, love.
I love you, love, love, love what you are...

Bed time.

Collide

I think I need to focus my creative energy on a song, cause I keep on singing a song by Howie Day only changing the lyrics. The idea on the verge of breaking out is the idea of Best and Right colliding, and the aftermath.

No Heaven...

This much was quickly jotted down from staring at a photo until it became blurry. I may have become sure of something for the first time. I kept repeating in my mind, "There is no Heaven without you." And I thought it sounded like art.

Looking at your photograph, tears come to my eyes.
I love you and I promised you that I would be there to bring you back to Heaven where you belong. Cause Heaven will always be where we meet.

It just struck me that there was something familiar about the person intended to allure others or ensnare them, but although it worked well to that end, it was not my concern. I will hold to what the me wanted before or there really is no point to continuing on...

Story

Once upon a time there was a princess who did not want to be a princess, but decided to just be happy no matter what happened. There was only one way to loose your status once born to it. She felt like this birthright was inappropriately given and so she ran away and married a commoner. This would not change who she was or her fate however.

She was miserable, she was still a princess although her husband was in no way royal. But, she was tired of forcing a happy face. It was actually wearing on her nerves and changing who she was.

Until one day the stresses showed on her coutanance as she looked in the mirror she thought in her mind, "who is this hideous woman? I am a princess." Her mirror percieved her thoughts and said, "You are no princess."

Truly, she did not look or feel like a princess, but it was a matter of who she was, "but, I am a princess. There is only one way to avoid that.", she replied aloud. "Just look at what you've done, then..."

Flashback and the tale begins.

She is young, a child even, and she is noted by her father as being an exceptional child, an ideal older sibling to set the example for the other children. As the first three were all girls she began to feel comfortable with the responsibilities of being a queen one day.

Then, the fourth and fifth babies were boys which meant her fate lied elsewhere, the kingdom would be passed on to the male heir.

Brief ideas saved for later

Story tells how love was used to create adversary.

There was first a world created. Then it was asked why love was so strong and important. It was a design of a God who has other reasons

1) starts with a woman in the hospital. She is dying. Those who died already have certain abilities.

2) Flash back to how angry dome guy is when that woman got married, then he figured out a solution. He would solve all of his problems by her death at precisely the right age.

3) This guy who was indescribably awesome in his own time line died before he was ever married.

4) Now, Dead, he has the laws of the "new realm" explained to him. One thing he learns that there ate actually things that can be done on earth that will last forevet. He doesn't know that marriage is one of them. He kniws that baptism is and so he tries to influence restoration through another guy (Alvin Smith). He is thwarted. But, Joseph still learns of hoe bsptism can be done to save Alvin.

5) God will not be thwarted so we see the story of Martin Harris. Conversation about tenacious. And harmful aligning oneself with the wrong woman can be.

6) The dieing woman survives long enough to say somethings so incredible and moving snd she talks about the "dreams" she had while she was asleep.

7) Dream scene, cut short by God. The new enemy is introduced and Hod forsaw all of this man's plans and thwarts them. God causes that marriages are forever.

8) Art WORK scene. As woman talks her art is influenced by her beliefs.

9) It is her 4th divorce and she thinks that this time she is sure of what she needs. How can divorce be if marraige is eternal?

10) Woman is looking all around for love but it cannot be found. So she starts to wonder if it even is a real thing afterall.

A hole

This is a sketch pad exercise for the idea bubbling up in my mind, it has not been thought through yet, cue blog.

A friend leaps to their death not knowing at all what that might be, they fall, and fall and fall. At first they scream, but after that finishes a conversation ensues.

Random guy - are you done, now?

Friend - done? With what?

Rg - Screaming. It is a phase, been trying to understand the purpose myself.

Friend - I scream because of that feeling, sensory overload, they say.

Rg -  You get accustomed to the feeling. Who are they?

Friend - who are you?

Rg - Just a fellow gallery, been falling for so so long now. I would pray, but I am wondering if it would make a difference or not.

Friend - religious guy, huh? I was what people call "intellectual".

Rg - Really? What's that mean?

Friend - um, (laughing) I refused to fall for anything, unless it was proven.

Rg - (laughing, too) Really, and how were things proved in this world?

Friend - by how you sensed it, I guess. Wait! You mean to say you came from another world? How did you even get here?

Rg - I am not sure what worlds are anymore so, I can't answer that, but this is a definable uhhhh.. place? So, I call it a different world. As to how I got here, I fell bigtime. I was told love was the greatest mystery, never solved, and that thus Hole held the secrets of the whole world, so I jumped in looking for Love. What brings you here?

Ok, now I am laughing too hard to continue.

Partial song - Perfect, actually

I only have one serious question
Do you believe
That things will work out?
Well, I do, and if I don't...
Hey now, I am just kidding about don't cause I do.
I believe everything will be fine,
Even better than fine.
I hope
Everything will be fine,
Perfect, actually.

Lightning

Why did you come here?
Did you see lightning?
Don't they say lightning never strikes the same place twice?

In my life, I've seen flashes of light
In my dreams, I've seen stars reappear, but nothing on heaven or earth would agree to concieve how he loved again.

Quick plot

Briefly, this needs to be fleshed out but a quick idea for now, one falls madly in love with another who is truly in love with another who loves them in return.

Maybe briefly the true love relationship is tested worthy of true love, and the other almost wins their heart, but at last reasons that it cannot be worthy love if another is already in honest to goodness true love with them.

Whoah! Good thing I know what I mean cause there is a whole lotta pronouns in that there writing.

Mostly, I just want to see if I can lead others to consider what the heck we mean by "true" love.
j

in her garden

Once there was a little lass who kept there in her garden
a wren or two, a duck who flew, and a goldfish who n'er strayed.

As she fed the garden plants, she nourished them quite well
The bird could leave but chose to stay, but the goldfish lived in hell.
But, where would you go, the wee one asked while feeding all her flock.
If you could, you'd leave this day and see the terrors of reality.

But, you my fish are truly mine, forever here to play.
For there is no way for your escape, So happy we will be!
Swim around then, back and forth, spending all the day
In a cool clear crystalline stream, your every need I will provide!

...

A novel in two parts

Simply it is about two personas who have their own stories but, actually it is the same stories seen though two eyes. It explores the spirit of a person, what if two spirits shared one body, this will ne two stories in one book. and at the end the two figure out what really is, and it is something that can hardly be comprehended it seems so "out there" impossible. All along the two created explanations for things that could be understood no other way.

I was thinking this, and my microwave broke.

Ok, this is a pure piece of Fantasy. If it becomes a book I will just call it Alvin.

There was a young woman who was betrothed to a man she did not love, I know that much sounds typical. That is her reason (not being a coward) for not ever telling Alvin that she loved him, although, she pretty much knew that he loved her though he would never dare to say such. Then, as fate had it, the day of her wedding He died, Wait, Who is he? Surely, you didn't kill the husband on his wedding, that would be too cruel! No, Alvin died of little to no consequence to anyone.

So, the impediment to her happiness was gone, hahaha, unless I brought Alvin back as a ghost or zombie! No, he is dead, though not really finished living. His dreams were so strong his will sort of survives still today. Cue the heroine of my story. She is a college girl named Rebecca Rose Bishop who attends Dartmouth College, she is a descendent of the original young woman.

The Story follows the life and happenings of Rebecca as followed curiously by Alvin, unbeknownst to our heroine.

Scrap paper

Go animate or play dough.

Dolls or cars, tell the story.

A love story that seems ill fated and it ends up that everyone, is forced to course correct. They ought to end up happily with the wrong person. And it seems to foreshadow a pairing time and time again and the audience expects that a certain two will end up together because they seem like they cannot. And they don't (like Matthew and Mary in Downton Abbey). Eventually, we learn...

Somehow work in a situation where it seems,like the heroine is a fool because she is oblivious to the fact that the miracles are actually being performed by a hero who secretly is in love with her, sometimes. But, actually, he is just the wizard behind the curtain who's strings are being pulled by the same unknown utility that she believes is responsible for things in the first place. It is the same idea as the way lucifer is hoping to deceive Eve. And thinks that he won, when all along it was intended. Or the abrigement of the plates that Martin Harris lost. People try to frustrate and it has all been accounted for so although as far as can be comprehended by the thwarted, they have succeeded in winning a war when it was only a battle.

But, away from the bigger thematic ideas, the plot still requires  much work, which will turn out best if left to stew in my brain for a long time, sorta like a slow cooker. As each sub plot presents itself, I will jot it down until I can work them all into one over arching plot and call it a novel, uh, maybe a serial novel, like all of the episodic scripts and soap operas I wrote in high school and college.

Waiting

I sit in the closed room in the middle of spring but do not feel shut out because the painted murals inspire that same otherwise dormant emotion when a brick crashes through the stained glass that gilded my prison with it's verigated, now shattered glass, I see a heap of sparkle that was a bird in flight, no longer able to imagine the world as it might be reality floods my senses shouting "mourn not, for this bird never flew, never knew of the bright sun or rain."
But, I will not forgive the hand that tossed the brick as I weep over hope now lost. Sunshine breaks through the now broken art revealing a world of science and swirling gases it is called the sun a voice informs me as I wonder at what is, not sure how this all effects me. And who is the father? for all things beget and all must have somehow been conceived. No. Sun, not son, and no one quite knows how it came to be.  And the only pushy force now is my own curiosity. Trying to make it's way to my lips to ask...