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Cleaning house. Things right now are very much like a hurricane, alot of hot air hurling at high speeds tearing up everything in it’s pass. Today, at the moment , I’m in the eye of the storm. It’s quiet and I’m cleaning the house, some things are clear, I wish that the hurricane had already passed but I don’t think it has. How can I help those around me? How do we take shelter with each other, the storm is blowing hard.
Starting again.
Who will you end up with? Do you know him/her now, or are they just a dream?
Where will you want to be buried?
Fit these words in a story or poem: Fingers, Man, Jetstream, Hogwash, Vittles, Prince and Princess, Long road to no where.
Who do you regret not making an effort to continue a relationship with? It can be a stranger, a family member, old friend or flame.
1. Once I stepped on a ……..
2. Whenever I see a newborn, I think….
3. I’ve always like giraffes because….
4. If I (or my son, mom, dad, wife, boss) had a superpower, it would be….
5. Oops, I did it again……
Look! Over there!
this is alot cool to make your own prompt.
I beet alot of people do thisfor fun.
1. Write about a time someone you trusted deceived you
2. Write about a time you deceived someone who trusted you
3. Without using dialogue, write a scene in which a character is in danger.
4. Chose one source of shame then write a scen where an adult is still haunted by that shameful thing.
5. Write a scene where a person talks about one emotion, but actuall shows another. For example they speak of hate, but show anger or fear or love.
Just for today I will….
Zen
Living “In The Moment”
If ice melts into water so effortlessly,
how can a snowflake have so many patterns?
(Okay, I admit it, I wrote the above a long time ago, just thought this was a great place to share, especially under the above Zen comment)
What’s your idea of the best thing to wake up to in the morning?
When fresh coffee is on the burner, and the aroma is filling the kitchen, what’s a memory that comes to mind?
Clean sheets make you feel…?
A hot shower is metaphorically equivalent to…?
What’s the one thing that can bring you ultimate comfort, even when you’re experiencing the worst?
Carpe Diem
On growing old…
My mother sits on the kitchen chair wearing only a worn sweatshirt and a pair of depends. Her hair is frazzled about in gray linty splotches her face wrinkled with sadness and pain .She looks so frail and fragile. I make her tea and toast, we chat about the rain and wind the night before and the clear day ahead. A bath, clean clothes, and a quiet nap before lunch. Inside her a gentle spirit awaits renewal. I can see her spirit through her clear blue eyes. Inside she is a young beautiful girl about to embark on a wonderful journey home. Be well my sweet mother, you are loved.
The first time I heard a joke about the disease I have I was relieved. It was funny. Sometimes I make jokes about it but people never know for sure if you’re joking. Humor is sometimes a defense or a way of talking about something you’re uncomfortable with.