12 boys one coach explored cave with zeal cave water fast rising until Entrapped in 336 hours' fearful ordeal no way out but deeper down still friendship, endurance exulted triumph beyond chill behold, all unscathed. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/01/15/weekend-writing-prompt-244-cave/ P/s: the poem is based on a true story of a football team of 12 boys and their young … Continue reading Weekend Writing Prompt #244 – Cave: twelve boys a coach and a cave (2018 news)
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How can I forget you, dear Enigma? He begins, a letter he will not post, not that it matters anyway, to her, who does not even have a traceable address like most other women do, unsurprisingly in her case, free, confident, incredibly ingenious, elusive like the path of the summer wind, commanding the temerity to … Continue reading Weekend Writing Prompt #243 – Temerity: dear Enigma
CBWC: Cups (a study of shapes in Sepia) https://ceenphotography.com/2022/01/06/cbwc-cups-or-glasses-containers-of-any-type/ 2022-01-08 alternate shade
2022-01-05 can you distinguish whether it is the earth being viewed from above or it is merely the ordinary cloud reflecting the earth on a random day? A mingling of the real and the unreal, or an intersection between two parallel existence.
flare orbs captured 2022-01-06 Quote: "Flare orbs are nothing more than a secondary image of the sun, filtered by the lens coating and reflected from internal lens surfaces before forming part of the captured image. Other flare effects can be seen here but they're over a broader area and are less defined. There is nothing … Continue reading further random pictures of things in sky
2022-01-04 at 09.22.40 What is that? The same globe (orb) appeared to move pass the same stretch of sky twice within a minute or less.
Why do some see and some cannot? For example, when we come to the word everlasting, can I believe without seeing it with my physical eyes? How do I know it will take place if I cannot see it manifesting and besides no one has been through everlasting, so how can anyone know it is … Continue reading A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters chapter 6: continuing indefinitely
Everyone fears the word. After the end what happens? Even with a story. When I came to the alphabet E with the word "end" I could not continue. Then I realize that the end is not really the end. Lewis wrote: "All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 5: writing the end where the end is not the end
“One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again.”― C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia. Racing against time is the crux of my Christian life. Writing several subjects at the same time, I find myself like drawing a brand new map and adding new discoveries of the locations of cities, boundaries, roads, mountains, rivers, … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 4: the ingredients for books
All that I am sharing are words I have used and they have worked. To get rid of whatever lies and doubts when sensing the “depressive-oppressive” spirit sneaking anywhere near, I turn and increase the intensity of my focus on who I am in today’s words. Lest we ever forget, this is the triumphant positioning … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 3: 1 A, 1 B, 2 Cs
I do not have the intention to write a conventional Bible words dictionary. This is just a personal journey recording what I receive daily for the last 20 days of this last month of this year 2021. As some readers may have noted, I have not followed any fixed pattern of writing in this blog. … Continue reading confession and background of this blogger-writer -a spiritual journey
Revision God loves all and has made provision for all to be saved. Today's words: Believe, birth, blood. Serious interrelated key words from the Bible. At the end of this post I will post two haiku written on the words received yesterday and today. Believe. This is the first word for today. It is an … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 2 : three Bs
All have been through together, the year of ridicule. What are the words for the remains of the days in 2021? For those who have sailed above the uncharted water, or are still sailing through it, let us plunge into the Bible treasure chest and pick up some word gems to shape and guide as … Continue reading A DICTIONARY FOR NAVIGATORS ON SPIRITUAL ROUGH WATERS chapter 1 : effective for ALL
Looking through the old photos and archives of my blog posts, here is a find of a poem named "cheeky rain" (12-11-2017). It tells of how the old and the new intermingling in a person's mind, made of memories neatly categorized by the brain, often mixing up the occasions and meanings. Enjoy and have a … Continue reading 2021-12-11 sound mind’s poem -the same rain for tears
poets, letters, books A third way to dispel an unwanted feeling is to write a letter. No, not the digital one. Write on a piece of paper and then put it into an unaddressed envelope, seal it and put it into an empty shoe box in the filing cabinet where you keep your IRS returns … Continue reading when two poets meet, lovers of books, & letters
on an Amtrak train When we put our feelings in the boxes of perspective we feel safe. I just read some poems by a favorite poet in past gone years, and this is one stanza that I picked at random, Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --because -- I don't know … Continue reading a poet’s two ways to dispel an unwanted feeling
Today, like any other fine weather day, he hikes up and beyond this 8000 feet high mountain. He responds to a call (from his Source) to go down the other side to investigate an unearthly signal for urgent help emanating from an area there. The hike is comfortable as the sun smiles at him and … Continue reading magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy uncovered, three tests, a decision to make
I first took part in Becky's timesquare with this post, where our lives meet, there is always time posted on 12-27-2018. Looking at the pictures and the poem I realize how time has passed almost without notice. The story and poem (about an old love between a farmer and his old wife) faded like the … Continue reading Past tales -revisit “where our lives meet, there is always time”
2016-01-27 Lake Tahoe It started with a limp. More specifically it started on the day (a long time ago) when I fell down and sprained my ankle while hiking and met the mermaid in a tank. Here is the ensuing conversation: Me (The solitary truant playing young person on hilltops): Good day, miss. (Not wanting … Continue reading Wordle #261challenge: a limp, a chest of gold and a beautiful lake
Just a time in space. This picture was taken on February 6, 2016 while taking a brisk walk in a small sunny town in California. There were some lovely birds but I couldn't make them stay still. I stood very still though, trying to look like part of the static scenery. Alas, they were more … Continue reading Pastsquares challenge: a time in California somewhere walking
taken from 2019-03-19 travel album (a traveller attending a wedding across the sea, on the eve, looking for a hair salon in an unfamiliar territory, googling in desperation. LOL.) pastsquares challenge
Well, I am pleased too to meet you. My name? I’m afraid I can’t tell you right now. Please don’t get me wrong, Miss, I um I just don’t seem to remember right now. But it will come to me shortly. Ah, I clearly remember it starts with A… or B or C ? Never … Continue reading simply six minutes challenge: 09/21/2021a random movie scene￼
this is another random episode I took from my classic spiritual adventure series, a fun story that has not yet ended. it was a story based on visions, dreams, and spiritual encounters/inspirations that I received.
I decided to repost a further episode from this 2014 series of my story and took this one out at random. Enjoy.
Traveler Ying and 25 teens and children discovered that they were walking downward into the depth of the earth. The gentle slope soon became steep and slippery with the sound of dripping water. They could feel the dampness. Some children slipped and fell and scratched themselves. Some fell into mud puddles. The older children had to carry the little ones and their pace became slow. There were twelve boys and thirteen girls. Each regiment had a balanced mix of older and younger children so each was able to take care of its own.
The underground tunnel seemed to lead to a river as they could hear the sound of flowing water, which became louder and louder as they approached it. At last they stood next to a dark…
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this is a story that came out of a spiritual encounter. It was fun writing the whole series which is yet to end. I took the whole lot away from the public shelf as I need to publish them as a book. Today I am prompted to post an episode so I took this one at random. I hope you will enjoy.
I decided to repost a random episode from my 2014 story, as a treat to my readers.
Traveler Ying’s notes: I have been recording my own perspectives, on how an individual asks for divine direction in end days. However, I am reminded today that each individual must ask for himself or herself. Henceforth, the notes will speak for each individual as the Spirit leads.
I knew I could speak the water creatures’ tongue when I was about seven. Some bad people came and took my parents and they never returned. My aunt took care of me until she died when I was fourteen. She washed clothes for rich people and we went to the river everyday. My closest friend was a fish. One day I talked to it and it talked back. My aunt asked me…
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"tender is the night" "who cares?" not so tenderly she retorts point blank ............... https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/06/28/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-364-tender-and-who/
“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”― David Nicholls, quote from One Day. He never knew how he could ever forget the day they first met and began a strange, out-of-this-world relationship. Looking back now, he realizes how true these words have been to them, “You can live your whole life not … Continue reading The magic briefcase adventure: a random reading of one day
The silence of the sea. Random music musing. War=Wall between two humans.* “How lucky you are to live by the sea. What I like most about the sea is its silence. I’m talking about what is hidden. What can be perceived underneath. One must learn to listen to it.” I want to say something but … Continue reading sensitive silence: a poem.
not many enjoy birthday and I am one yet it has to come and it is always done a friend who is kind to bake a cake sends it by drone landing so centered right on my newly laundered lawn she rings and instructs me to remember the pond making sure the weeds are pulled … Continue reading Simply 6 Minutes—04/13/2021: a random birthday simply musing
kai's photo at Monterey Museum From Dareia or Dorothea to Ecotopia or Dyson Sphere story upon story the legend carves on shimmering decorated glass windows of old we view dimly through muse's telescopic lens not knowing how it began and will ever end
No one really knows what happened up that 8000 ft. high mountain of snow or the fact that the small people live up there deep inside the wood. When he was given the assignment as a guardian of the four wind for earth and transferred to this Snowland as the last part of his term … Continue reading magic briefcase adventure: a conspiracy cover up
Does he celebrate earth birthday? The question suddenly appeared as he glanced at his social network message board. He has never really thought of such matter about himself. In fact he hardly think of himself. In a day's time it will be another chronological birthday for him on earth. After seven decades, he can hardly … Continue reading Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?
Looking back he can still see her face. It is not a face that can conceal or even bother to conceal the heart. She is of indeterminable chronological age. She is not young. No, there is no wrinkle and she has done a lot on up-keeping her looks and her fitness too, tall, slim, and … Continue reading simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland
Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. How little does he know this will be the lesson he has to learn on his last mission. Guarding of the Four Wind on earth is only 50% of his mission. The other 50% is to study the most influential power source on earth and … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
As he now remembers Snowland and the mystical woman he met up there at 8000ft altitude, he remembers how the trees have impacted him, as he tries to associate her with something they both can relate to without feeling bound. Both of them value independence and privacy above all else, even their strange unique relationship. … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”
When he first arrives on this magic mountain he doesn't think about love. His goal is to guard the four winds at this height of 8000 ft. He is one of the four guardians assigned to earth from another realm, which earthlings call planet. How little do the earthlings know the difference between a physical … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony
“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.”― Orhan Pamuk, My name is Red. To the man from a distant planet, a higher realm than earth, snow falling is like painting. A gigantic hand is brushing over the land and everything else in the Snowland with white paint. Not surprising. Because the invisible hand … Continue reading simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting
It has been a short year for him after that parting. When he hears this goodbye song today he feels an ache in his heart. Why? As he looks through the blog trying to sort out some old posts, he sees a goodbye song. He listens to it. And he feels sadness, just a tinge. … Continue reading simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song
Going out into the snow storm is not his choice, but he has no option. No sane man will go out at this hour, right in the middle of the night, into the blizzard, without any sensible and really convincing reason. Yet he has no option and must go out. He has been woken by … Continue reading Simply 6 Minutes—magic briefcase story: a visitor
It started with a phone call at midnight in the middle of a restless dream in which he was wrestling with the monster called Rodeo. He had to struggle up to find his mobile phone, from his makeshift sofa-bed, tripping over bundles of bared wires everywhere in his one bomb-shelled room apartment currently under DIY … Continue reading Six Sentence Story ~ Rodeo (a dream of another dream)
re your wintry slip* makes me laugh and makes me weep tis time for goodbye *slip=note Note: this is the second part of my previous haiku (slip for an acquaintance) https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-346-slip-and-time/
giving her a slip hoping she won't call him creep redeeming a time https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-346-slip-and-time/
Mind control counter-weapons (many links) https://freemindconfession.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/mind-wellness-links/
color my bland day painted paper stone and clay purple yellow green Kainotes, 2021-02-19
A Haiku Because love hangs on patiently adorns each hope undaunted beyond A Prose He has no idea how she has felt after all these decades, 29 years in all. He once thought they would have a long long time together and be happy ever after. In real life their time does not work that … Continue reading a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14
Many of us have a soft spot in our hearts for our pets, e.g. a dog. My family and I have kept dogs as companions for generations. Today I found this old poem about the power of a dog. I also sighted a random news about a golden retriever stranded on a freezing mountain for … Continue reading an old poem on “The Power of the Dog”, a fresh haiku on “a lost friend”, and a news on a found golden retriever on a freezing Irish mountain
come tomorrow come hope on hope ahead in time lasting love joy peace week 213 of the Tuesday Photo Challenge https://dutchgoesthephoto.net/2021/02/02/tuesday-photo-challenge-tomorrow/
try to comprehend coping with ROUGH time at hand season's loss remains https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/01/25/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-342-rough-and-season/
weekend sky #14 January 9th his daily routine walking up this mountain clean scanning sky beyond Kainotes, 2020-01-09 https://hammadrais.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/weekend-sky-14-jan-9th/
a future looking man This is a real life conversation (interview) between the mindman (M.) and a "clever" man we name AJ (not his real name). I would posit a solution to overcome the universal pandemic veil of ignorance —which if allowed to continue, could soon spiral into a state of total entropy of human … Continue reading a confession: secret keys to overcome a universal “pandemic” of ignorance
Dougie MacLean Same as last year. Goodbye and farewell, my friend. One day, if perchance, we shall meet, let's pay for each other's cup of kindness...and we will take a right goodwill draught, for old times sake. Just this once. for Auld Lang Syne dear I sing this cup of kindness blue sea yonder clear … Continue reading Same as last year: farewell, goodbye, and a haiku, my friend,