Creature

“Creature” – something created, something/someone that came from the shaping and molding of another being. Interestingly enough, when we think of this word, we tend to associate it with negative connotations – a scary or odd creature from outer space or an animal of some sort, although people are creatures as well.

There are several ways of thinking of a creature, my favorite being the thought that this living organism was made by someone or somehow came into existence. Personally, I believe in God as the ultimate Creator and I see my evidence in intelligent design. I refuse to believe that everything is happenstance, but I respect others’ beliefs and I do have knowledge of evolution and the big bang, and so on and so forth. It interests me as a topic I have studied thoroughly.

However, for me, nothing seems to be able to answer my questions to my satisfaction as much as faith does. And of course, the point of faith is to believe without having to see. To trust in something that is greater than myself, that gives me a sense of purpose for life, that guides me to live in service of others – this is my faith. To live every day in love – love of others, love for myself, for other “creatures,” and so on and so forth.

And when I go to create my own creatures in my stories or whatever I am writing, I have a tiny glimpse of what it’s like to be a creator. I have some insight into the joy and pain it brings to see my creatures grow, think, make mistakes, fall, and brush themselves off. And this story itself, as my creation, takes on a life of its own as it’s written, rewritten, shared, read, and interpreted a little differently each time by each set of eyes, each mind that enters my created world.

What comes to mind when you think of the word, “creature?” Perhaps you have a favorite animal or a favorite fictional character that you are reminded of. Here’s a fun exercise: thinking of that creature, put yourself in it’s shoes, per se, and try to see the world through its eyes for a moment. I assure you, you will see the world differently.CreatureComforts2_NewsThumb_Big

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Forlorn

What does this word really mean and why am I feeling this? It means being at the end of the rope in terms of hope – not having anything else to go on. Running on empty… Yesterday I was thinking about some family members and I feel forlorn in that if they can’t treat me with respect and integrity, I have no choice but to give up on them completely. What would that look like? Being fake back. Dishing out bullshit after it’s dealt to me time and time again – or just a long silence knowing they think I’m forever inadequate in their eyes. You see, people who really care don’t find ways to kick you when you’re down. They pull you up to higher ground and put you on their shoulders proudly and without incident. They don’t hint at your shortcomings. They love you no matter what. Simple as that. I’ve been through hell and back, so if you don’t have an ounce of decency to respect that, just leave me alone.

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