Triond Publication

I've recently become a member of Triond. I'm going to see if there is any money to be made in online publication. The key is, that pay depends on views. So, for goodness sake folks, view! lol :)

It's an inspirational poem- Fatherly Advice

http://authspot.com/poetry/fatherly-advice/

Please feel free to leave comments. Enjoy!

Vanessa

In my own lil world...

Lately I've been in my own little world, writing a LOT. I've decided that I'm going to try and share a few of my pieces with all of you out there in the cyber world. :) The items posted on here are inspired by prompts, often posted on http://www.absolutewrite.com/ . These pieces are mainly for practice and future inspiration, but every post is (c) copyright 2009 by Vanessa K. Eccles (had to throw that out there). I love feedback, so feel free leave comments. I hope y'all enjoy!

Keep Inspired.

Vanessa

Poetry Challenge

A Christmas Winter





As trees shed their suit of spring,

Winter sets in and Christmas bells ring.



Holly and mistletoe adorn the halls,

Sparkling lights and wreaths hang from the walls.



Snuggling together in front of the fire,

Listening to carolers and children that never tire.



With the tree dressed in its finest d├ęcor,

And an abundance of presents sitting on the floor.



Drinking eggnog and watching it snow,

Reminds me that I am blessed more than I know.



Vanessa K. Eccles
(c) Copyright 2009

Reality

Reality


The misty mornings that envelope the Carolina beaches are ones to inspire. I spend most of my mornings walking the shore in search of a deeper understanding of life and peace.


Losing contentment is a battle that I daily face. Fortunately, though, the beach serves as a middle ground between utter defeat and ultimate happiness. It is my sanctuary, if you will.

Last week I was facing a particular difficult challenge. I had lost my contract with a local art museum. It seems that some other, more talented, artist had shown interest in some space. Being as I have not sold one painting in 7 months, I was the first to be booted. It was not a surprise really, just a reality.

It was then when I was walking along the beach trying to find purpose in my failure, that I saw it. I could see a glimmer of gold in the wet sand. It sparkled although the sun was barely out that morning. When I got closer, I saw that it was a locket. I gently wiped the sand from the top of the oval pendant. There was a cross engraved on the front with a tiny diamond in its center. It was beautiful, and I knew that someone must have really been missing it.

When I opened it, a small piece of paper fell to the ground. I bent over, picked it up, and read:

Blessings often come from loss, because it is loss that forces thanksgiving.


These words offered me a sense peace. I went home and made a list of everything that I was thankful for, right down to the shoes on my feet. Within a week, I was offered a job at the local college teaching art classes. The pay was more than I had ever hoped for myself. I do not believe that I would have ever been bold enough to take a step passed failure if I had not dug up that locket and read those words.

Now I find myself walking along those very same beaches thinking, not of what I need or desire out of life, but what I have and love about life.

 
-Vanessa K. Eccles
(c) Copyright 2009