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you are invited to “the mustard seeds”

we all come from different cultures, with different beliefs and ideas. i respect you all and only wish the best for everyone. on this blog, a common love for brief bits of arts and letters binds this community together. and i cherish that as one who has written and painted for the past sixty years. i also cherish the “follows” and the “likes” – they mean very much to me.

for those among you who follow the teachings of Jesus, for those who are interested in the cosmic war between the dark and the light, and the quest for seeking the ‘narrow path’ I have a brand new blog running elsewhere that will deal only with this. it is called The Mustard Seeds. It is not about religions but it is about faith in the teachings of Jesus. it is about the war between good and evil, and how it perpetuates in our world. it is not sermons and teachings, but a discussion of issues that are relevant to the teachings of the Bible.

I invite all who are interested to please join me there as well, for something completely different. I welcome all who wish to follow that blog to do so as it launches today!

I do not mention this or discuss this here with the intention of bringing the topic of spirituality onto this blog. On the contrary, I am respectfully extending the invitation to all who are interested to pass by and visit (and perhaps follow?) the new blog.

I am always here of course at Writing Out Loud as a writer and an artist. This is and remains the notepad of my studio! On The Mustard Seeds, I am there as someone seeking and sharing some insights on spirituality as someone who traveled along new age routes, saw the potential dangers, escaped those paths and has found a place along the paths that follow Christ’s teachings. I do not seek to teach or convert. I respect the gift of free will and absolutely respect all individuals on earth with their unique customs, beliefs and philosophies. On that note, I thank you all for being here with me!

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have you seen these characters?

Most authors are aware of characters that tend to pop out of a plot in search of a new one. It is a well kept secret among those that write, to be held in secret from those that read.

Here are a few characters that have escaped from their stories and are known to be lurking about looking for a place in books yet to be written, or in the works.

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The Hung Over Living Room.

Photography Prints

The aching room was struggling to open its eyes, squinting against the glare of the sun brazenly bursting in through the blinds.

Yet once more, though out the night before, its very own people drank without giving any regard as to how hung over the room would be the next day.

Rooms embrace all that they contain. The walls have ears, listening and holding onto all that they hear. The furniture holds the energy of the moments, they are the pure tellers of the tale – if only they would be asked.

The room absorbs all that goes on within it like a sponge. And in turn the people continue to experience, and the room continues to absorb.

Every thought that crossed a mind, all words uttered, the gestures made, the grimaces revealed, each of the secrets confided or betrayed within those walls remain in the room. Literally. Isn’t that why people always say “Whatever we say will stay within these four walls?”

A constant and silent conversation takes place between the room and its people, archiving the experiences of life. That is a part of every day life for the room, to collect and contain all that occurred within it. That is why it is called a Living Room.

“Another night of merriment. Another morning of recovery. When will they ever learn? “, the room sighed as it faced the new day.

excerpt from Reality Yet Unpublished by Suzy Valtsioti