Creative Writing for the Creator

Quando eu tinha quatro anos e meio, pedi à minha mãe, que era professora de primeira série primária, para me ensinar a ler e a escrever.  E ela me ensinou. Aprendi a bela língua portuguesa. Daquele momento em diante, tenho me encantado com o mundo dos livros e da escrita. ‘Mas e quanto ao inglês?’, você poderia perguntar. Ah, pois foi também a minha mãe que me ensinou a primeira canção em inglês, no início dos anos 60: “Que será, será, what will be, will be” Eu não seria quem sou hoje se não fosse pela minha mãe. A maior lição que aprendi com ela foi SER FELIZ! Obrigada, mãe , por ser quem você é, e por me ajudar a ser quem eu sou! Você  chorou comigo, mas do que me lembro mais é a sua risada e o seus sorrisos … Atrav és  dos seus olhos eu vi na natureza a cria ção Divina … Você me mostrou um arco-íris se formando de uma gota de óleo numa poça d’água … Avistamos animais nas nuvens, insetos nas árvores, o bonito, o feio e o livre … Através do seu canto e...

At the age of four and a half, I asked my mother, a first-grade teacher in Brazil, to teach me to read and write.  And so she did. I learned the beautiful Portuguese language. From then on, I have delighted in the enchanted world of books and writing. 'But what about English?', you might ask. Well, it was also my mother who taught me the first English song, back in the early 1960s: "Que sera, sera, what will be, will be" I would not be who I am today were it not for my mother. The greatest lesson I have learned from her was TO BE HAPPY! Thank you, mom, for being who you are, and helping me be who I am! You cried with me, but I mostly remember your laugh and your smiles... Through your eyes, I saw God's creation in Nature... You showed me a rainbow forming from a drop of oil in a puddle of water... We spotted animals in clouds, bugs in trees, the cute, the ugly, and the free... Through your singing and your voice, I found myself singing... gr...

In the amazing universe, We may not be the brightest stars, But we have been given the light just right To shine love into others' lives... And even though we are seen from afar Shooting stars or fixed upon the sky No longer do we have to wonder WHO WE ARE: Twinkle-twinkle, little 'star-lights'! Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/FelixMittermeier-4397258/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2675322">FelixMittermeier</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2675322">Pixabay</a>

The Spirit of Things, the things of the Spirit... The blood that moves the body  The blood of Christ that moves the body of the Church Upward, in all directions, inside us, heavenward From the Spirit, in the Body, God in us We are led, moved, alive, forever We, His flawed vessels Outpouring His life, His Spirit, His Word Overflowing with that Love and Peace  which only the Holy Spirit blesses We can smile!!! Ephesians 1:13 And you also were included in Christ when you heard  the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation.  When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal,  the promised   Holy   Spirit , Titus 3:5 He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done,  but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth  and renewal by the   Holy   Spirit , New International Version   (NIV) Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by   Biblica

Morning brought a wave of despair No air to breathe, I'm drowning in this sea of fears Panic attacks my soul, and no one seems to care Castaway with my pain, my screams, my tears   No island in sight, no plane in the sky I kick and scream, try to swim, stay alive I need a lifesaver, a chance to survive   I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ   A new wave of hope takes hold of my soul White sails of salvation begin to unfold You are here, no more fear, I'll survive   I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ   ............................................................... Originally written in 2009 

Kaleidoscope ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaleidoscope ), oh only those who look into one actually experience the wonder of those mutant tiny beads. And our lives can be kaleidoscopes of amazing memories, words, and deeds. Our beads. Made to be turned, round and round, by the Creator's hands. To create shapes and forms of who we can become when we allow Him to move us, turn us, transform our hearts. 'Legiao Urbana', a Brazilian band, in their song "Pais e Filhos" (Parents and Children), reminds me of life's bits and pieces in things parents and children tell each other... and of love: 'We must love people  Like there is no tomorrow For, if you stop to think, There really isn't.' 'Parents and Children' ('Pais e Filhos'), by Legiao Urbana: And here is how I have translated this song from Brazilian Portuguese into English : Statues and vaults and painted walls No one knows what went on. She...

Ana was amazed at how telemarketers never ceased to find a way to a breakthrough. As new strains of a virus, they somehow kept attacking her best put-up defenses. How did they manage to trick her? And what counterattack strategies might Ana's imagination concoct to protect her boss' privacy - and her peace of mind? Ana had tried almost any single evasive, at times drastic, response every time a telemarketer called: 1) She would patiently explain to the telemarketer that the owner was not interested in buying anything due to budget constraints - oh, that would infallibly lead to a debate in which the telemarketer tried to convince her of how vital that product was and how the business owner absolutely needed it to make more money and get more customers! Ana learned very quickly she could not allow herself to be caught in that trap. 2) She would tell the telemarketer that the owner was unavailable – and the telemarketer, of course, would keep calling again and a...