Why Windmill and I'm not moving

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Okay, so I guess I'm not done tonight. I feel that for those of you that find this site soon, you might have a question on why I called it Windmill Musings.

Simple answer: Growing up I had a thing for windmills and how they could be very mysterious. In fact, the first novel I ever wrote was entitled, The Secret of The Windmill. Of which, I'll post part of the first chapter in the next few days. It was liked but had serious style issues (I started it in 7th grade and finished it my senior year - so it was obvious that whatever style I learned that year transferred to my book). Basically, I had to re-write the whole thing and I was not in the mood at the time to do that.

So in honor of my first novel and the dreams that I had as a child, I want to honor it in some way. Windmill Musings isn't the final title but works for now. I know I can find something better - and I will by the time that this writing thing takes off for me. And it will - it may or may not be how I want it to take off - but it is definitely a passion that God has been nudging me back to in the last few years. With the total of 7 weeks that my "non-essential" current job mandates that I be off my regular work, there is no better time to resurrect this gift of mine.

I'll leave you with a poem I wrote about 14 years ago. It was a few years after college and I was determined to make better choices and only ones that God opened a path for. I based it off of a favorite verse of mine, I Corinthians 15:58, "Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain."

I Am Not Moving

These feet will fail me
My ankles will lose their mobility
And my knees will not bend
I am not moving

Every muscle will atrophy
My joints will cease to work
And like the Tin Man will freeze
I am not moving

My eyes will not see
My mouth will not speak
The words go, move, walk
Run or Swim
I am not moving

No one I know
No friend, no minister
No therapist, no family member
No one who is a stranger
Will make me move
I am not moving

I have not
I am not
I will not move
Until You move me
- Tiffany Ellen Pereira, 9/27/06


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