October 27, 2019
This is a creative writing series written out of meditation, guided inner words of wisdom, allowing words of art to free-flow in the form of self-compassion. When the self doubting assumptions of thought come into play, here’s how an author stood in the face of fire. Beneath the words lie fear, humility, all to prove one thing.
The cadence in book two is predicted to evolve. Read a writer grow, first from sight, then by hand, soon to lead with every scent which guides the writing of each book in the series.
Inspirational haiku separates each chapter. It’s a journaling series the author plans to prove simple writing is the grounds for moving in the path of self-awareness.
If you are an emotional drag in the morning, avoid naps. Emotions should be portrayed as they do in the movies. Make money off of them. Do not waste time trying to figure out what’s wrong. The time and energy of you attempting to do so is the issue at hand. Trust and be convicted that things typically work themselves out.
How does color relate?
Blue and red makes a certain purple; red and yellow creates an orange; mixing yellow and blue you’ll get green — now you see the money.
It is not science; it’s just the way things have been. Vibrations over explained and complicated. The snap in you awakening is you becoming new – the drag is the between you now and the old you fooled.
Imagine you are the vibration of colors waking up. After a night in the mix of the before memories you wake up fresh, a new color, and new hue under what we assume is blue. You are not who you were asleep. Your body has transcended through the night. An experience with no meaning – but the essence is to move on if you carry emotional AM weight.
Be stronger and hold on for much longer. The color of sleep is within the universal calling from above. We connect with the deeds undone; choose this way, choose that way, like propagating it has no solution. You’ll never know if you’re wrong.
When you die you’ll never understand the cause. Wake up in the color of fresh. You go to bed in the dark and wake up to the light. Now you can be grey.
The guitar sounds off.
Kids play to kick the ball – goal!
Wind blows for autumn.
I rise as fall arrives soon.
Chirping is function.
When crack goes a toe.
Breathe in to forget the ball.
Score young one. You’re true.
Screams while we play til’.
Dawn as night falls to rise me.
Sleep, wake, success waits.
Forces go by trees.
It dwells, gives air, beware still.
Moving is you bliss.
Free thought comes for free.
But costs you anxiety.
The will is to birth.
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, I began publishing content on VehicleDigest the Instagram account, now BuddWrites, to inspire my creative mind. Today, VehicleDigest.net is the publishing platform for content related to Budd's books, speaking endeavors, and art. “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd