risk

A Risk

A risk, is a risk, is a risk.

So you make a lot of mistakes

stepping up to the plate.

The pitcher is out to get you out.

You can swing feverishly

when you’d be better off biding

your time, waiting for that

perfect pitch that you “know”

you can hit.

When you’re out of your league,

your ballpark,

you play on foreign soil.

New terrain, new “opponents”.

Really, we’re all working

together

but in a new place, some

of your settings need

a slight adjustment

to pull off a successful

experience.

Turoco bird. Victoria Butterfly Gardens. Victoria, B.C. Canada

Turoco bird. Victoria Butterfly Gardens. Victoria, B.C. Canada

Photography © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

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ME

If I was j.u.s.t myself,

I would probably go off

the DEEP end, bounce in from

right field

to a grounder hit poorly, that

should have been an “out”.

Who knows what virus my brain

may release on the literary world?

Taking it by storm no

vaccine or antibiotic would touch,

it mutates and changes defenses

so quickly.

Me, myself & I, we stay in a

hole deep inside

lest the slings and arrows

of OUTRAGEOUS fortune

pay an untimely visit–

every visit from them is

untimely.

So, wounded, I limp back

home, licking my wounds

in self-pity waiting for this

wave of compassionate

self-demise to end.

Who am I, anyway?  EVEN

I do not want to really

know, for fear it would be

unacceptable, even to ME.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

Eroded rock formations in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.

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Potluck

Potluck: you never know

what’s coming

what you’re going to get

a choice from.

Better than reading a mystery

novel.

You wonder:  who done it?

Can’t wait to get to the

end to see how it all

comes out.

Sometimes you’re surprised.

Sometimes your favorites

land on your plate

without you even having

to ask, to invoke the

law of attraction.

It just shows up

along with you

and voila–a match

made in heaven–

or close to it.

You trade what you

brought for what

they brought.

Hopefully, you’re a

good trader–a bargain

is a bargain because

you’re stuck with what

showed up.

 

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Going for it

Wait one more minute–

that’s a minute longer

than you needed to

begin, to act, ask, tell.

No one can read your mind

like you can–well, maybe a

few gifted psychics.

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Still, if you want someone

to know how you feel,

what you think, you best

use words–written or verbal.

I must admit, I seem to

sense a 6th sense that

kind of knows what I find

out later verbally.

Sort of an advanced notice.

But waiting slows your

process time and over-

rest or absence is just time

we could have spent

doing what we want–

even if it is fearful.

I push kids to begin writing

when they only know

maybe a few hundred words.

I also let them think of an

idea and for some it takes

longer than others.

Still, you could wait

forever & lose your

opportunity…

 

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I Can

Everything’s telling me I can’t

but I’m going to anyway.

I saw how powerful my mind

and thoughts were today,

taking away pain if I

focused on the positive–on

what I wanted.

It just took a little while

of concerted “effort” & con-

centration to build up

a momentum where I didn’t

have to do that anymore.

I was just on “auto pilot”.

When the pain occasionally

surfaced–it was constant in

the beginning–I just

did what I did continuously

to get going for a brief

moment, and I was

on the road again–pain

free.

It wasn’t my body–

that was just the result

of my “negative”, weak

thinking that manifested

in the habit of pain & “I

can’t do it”.  It was just easier

to give up when the going

got tough than push through

it with some effort in my

thinking and that pushed

my body forward.

 

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Rules to Live…Bye

I want to be ‘safe’ by

following the rules

such a good boy scout am I.

I work very hard

to try to get it

all in–every nuance

–nothing or little is

overlooked my detailed

mind is so meticulous.

But ‘rules’ aside, I study

so much there’s a ‘rule’

against everything I do

to follow one or another

rule I’ve chosen for the time

being.  So, I’m always

breaking the rules, so

why not just do what

I want and see what feels

good?   Some things, I know

I’m in for trouble if I enter

that territory.  Not to be

negative, but who can argue

with repeated failure?  I’d

rather go where at least I

had hit or miss successes &

try for more consistency.

So, as has been said the only

rule is to have no rules.

Life is really a continuing

experiment with more rough

edges than tried & true guidelines.

Close up of Maarn Dahlia. Oregon

Close up of Maarn Dahlia. Oregon

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It makes a difference

When you risk doing something

different…what happens?

That’s just it.  You never know.

Same old, same old and you can

practically take bets on the

outcome.

But when you walk blindly into

newness, it becomes somewhat

of an adventure…

You may slip & fall,

trip and tumble…

but who’s watching?

…like you should care?

Fun is fun.  I won’t belabor

the point and what is

the point, if it’s not fun,

or the possibility of creating

some mirth & laughter in

others and yourself?

That’s right, pointless.

Why bother??

You’ve probably got better

things to do anyway,

so if you “have” to do

something when you’d

rather be doing something else,

then make it fun.  One

out of 10 or 20 people I greeted

this morning smiled joyfully

and even laughed.  That’s not a

very good average.  Do it

differently & see what happens.

 

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Letting Go

What’s it like to let go?

Completely?  Would you just

wander around in a daze?

Not knowing (ever!) what to do

next?

Maybe for ‘practice’ for a while,

but for everyday life?

Where would it lead you to

just follow your nose,

pick up the scent of the unknown?

Maybe for the brave & adventurous.

Maybe for me.  I’m brave &

adventurous mostly, I’d say…

Let go.

Relax.

See what all that activity you’re

feverishly whisking past your

consciousness is keeping you

from seeing, avoiding

feeling something you know

is there (we all have those) but you’re

‘afraid’ to leave time for it to

rise into awareness & be felt,

whatever it is.

Letting go from one trapeze bar

to the next requires…? are you

up for it?

 

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!! 100 Birthdays !!

My friend invited me to

his mom’s 100th birthday

party!!  Relatives-very

elderly relatives

themselves–came

thousands of miles

to be in his mom’s

backyard this afternoon.

I felt so honored to be

welcomed into their

presence.

I met the most interesting

people!  I was willing to

take risks, and, as always,

was rewarded.

I’m ready, as much as I’m

capable, and at a step at a

time, to rearrange my life

to reflect my new awareness,

it seems, that is dawning or

beginning to dawn on

me.  I want to be

braver, living my

life without later regrets.

Some way, I will

be able to change

my tack, heading

off in a new direction.

I’m glad I went.

Very rich experience.

 

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Trusting

The universe, the all-that-is, is guiding my

footsteps.  It says wait, a good job will come

up.  Really?  I’m supposed to wait on you

for a life?  For a direction?  Alright.  Not much

I can do anyway at the end of the night before

bedtime.  You’ve got it, universe.  It’s in your

hands.  My faith is wavering–it’s like practicing

your best pitches left-handed when you’re

right-handed.  But my faith is underused if

even existent, as far as comforting me that

things will work out in my favor and I

need not worry!  Yeah, right.  But I let it go.

My fears, like a pack of yapping dogs

needn’t have been given any attention by me

today or any day.  Nothing comes up

disastrous as sometimes poor experiences in

the past, stick to you so tightly, you begin

to think you’re doomed to repeat your

‘bad luck’ in attracting them.  They’re

really there for your benefit.  You’re so glad you

had them when they’re through agonizing you.

But unlike the head banging on the wall feels

so good when you stop, these were ‘necessary’

or at least seemingly so.  Once you let loose of

the emotional charge connected with them, you’re

free to see & live from their beneficial side in

your life.  The universe brought them to you.  Never

in a million years would you willingly walk into

such a den of lions and say eat me, I’m fresh

meat, defenseless from inexperience in dealing

with lions so have at me.  Eat your or my

heart out.  But the universe knows when you need

such a lesson & will drop one in your lap, willingly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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