Playing Catch Up

Just catching up on some of the writing prompts for NaBloPoMo…

Day 4: Which fall shows should totally be canceled already?

Not much for t.v. I don’t mind binge watching series, especially during winter. Suggestions welcome.

Day 5: What was your worst Thanksgiving food fail?

I have never had to cook a thanksgiving meal yet. For the last five years, we have been congregating at Donna’s house. My sister comes from the west, my brother comes from the east. A few choice family members drizzle in from here, there and everywhere… and there you have it. A recipe for a very boisterous weekend.

Day 6: If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be and why? How would it change who you are now?

I don’t live in the past, sorry. Everything that has happened to me has made me who I am.

Day 7: What do you want to say to Hillary Clinton today?

Nothing. I would rather have a few  too many drinks with her and see what she would have to say.

Day 8: Did you celebrate or commemorate your divorce or a significant breakup? Would you ever?

It has been so long that I honestly do not remember.

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Her and I

I used to cry before I got on her. Every single time. The fear would snake through me, freezing my feet to the ground. My heart would start hammering so persistently in my throat that I had to choke it down. It was a struggle between something that I wanted so so badly and yet was so afraid to do.

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She is a clever and canny girl. The type that stands stoically still while you brush and saddle her. And waits, ever so patiently, for you to place your foot in the stirrup. Ever so patiently for that last possible second, the very second your weight was solely reliant on that foot, and she would side step, or move forward, so you would be hopping along with her.

I never was that agile. I changed tactics, tried to pull her up to the deck and jump on. And wouldn`t you know it, she would do the same damn thing. I either landed on her ass or on my own. The whole thing was so bloody frustrating that I was in tears most of the time. Every stumble was a kick in my teeth, in my dream of becoming a horse rider.

“Confidence is key,” they said,”when you are dealing with a horse.”

Pretty hard to build confidence when you can`t even get on.

I received a lot of bad advice in those days. I just couldn`t see how smacking a horse, and making them submissive, would work. I never even tried it. I couldn`t. It`s a special relationship between horse and rider, one built on trust, not fear.

We hashed it out one weekend, her and I. It was a battle of the wills, a battle of patience and persistence. I kept asking her to stand still, kept bringing her back to the same spot whenever she moved. The first time it took two hours, repeating the same steps over and over and over before she would politely allow me to get on. I would ride in her a circle, dismount and repeat the process all over again. The next day I switched it up, took her to the edge of the deck, the fence, the bumper on the truck. and repeated the whole process over and over and over again.

We grew a lot closer that weekend. We grew a lot of trust in what we could expect from one another, a lot of faith that in what we could accomplish, together. I don`t recall her pulling that trick on me since then. But if you come over, and would like to go for a ride, don`t expect her to give you the same courtesy.

NaBloPoMo Day 2:When was the last time you did something brave? What happened?

30-Day Writing Challenges

I came across this 30-day Writing Challenge while visiting  Annebella and Kate

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And I was going to participate. Really, I was. But I found myself dragging my heels and procrastinating like I always do.

Of course, it is also the beginning of NaBloPoMo too.  While I haven’t officially entered my name into the blogroll (because filling out the form is a sign of a serious commitment that I am unsure I can seriously commit too) it might give me an opportunity to get over this blogging guilt that I have been feeling. You know, “I want to write a post, I should write something, I can’t think of anything, I should clean my house instead” type guilt.

I did download the badge, so that’s a start.

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“A Token As You Walk Away And A Life Between Pages”

I just loved this post by Anna. It had me thinking…While there have between times I contemplated walking away, I know I just couldn’t do it. But if there were two tokens that I could take with me, from one life to the next, it would have to be the love that has been given to me, and the love that I have to give. It is something that I didn’t know I had until I lost it. And for years I muddled around thinking I never had it all, or would never be able to find it. It soothes me, calms me, and heals me. And without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today.
What would your tokens be?
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If you were to walk away from your life, leave everything and everyone you know behind, never to return to the Life you know ever again.  What is the one or two items – not more than two – would you take with you.  This item does not have to sum up the life you are leaving behind, it can be something of love/joy/pleasure, a sad memory you want to keep.  A future you have in your mind to build.  It is not an easy decision to make, but all you will have is this token or two that means the most to you.

Have you ever felt you want to walk away from all you have known.  You can and will go wherever you want in this World, be a new person, become whatever you have always wished to become, dreamt about.

Deep within in you lies hidden that…

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Daily Inspiration

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My shower curtain 🙂 Good reading material for my groggy eyes. In case the words don’t show up clearly…

  • expect the unexpected
  • take time out
  • be positive
  • keep your family close
  • be gentle with the earth
  • believe in love
  • beauty is all around you
  • take time to read
  • do one good deed a day
  • remember to dance

 

Linking this up to Jacqueline’s Thinking Corner, where she invites us to”share your very short snippets of positive, inspiring, motivating, health, spiritual, writing advice, clips, posts etc, that can serve as a prop to motivate others.”

On a side note, I am working today WP :(. Hope to catch up with you tomorrow.

XO Have a fabulous weekend 🙂

 

Happy Birthday Flem!!

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Dear Fellow Bloggers,

Today is Flem’s birthday! I think we can all remember what it felt like to be a new blogger, nervous and anxious for acknowledgement? How about we try to make Flem’s birthday extra special by liking/commenting/following and showing her what a lovely, supportive community she has entered?

SHARE THE LOVE!!

Dear Flem,

Welcome and Happy Birthday! Instead of buying you some crap, I just took a picture instead! Hope it makes you smile!

xoxox

See you shortly!

And So I Weep

I keep thinking

 tragic events

should not overtake my soul

with such shock, pain and disbelief

any history book would support my claim

it is part of our heritage

passed down through the generations

the desire to obliterate

eradicate

innocent souls

to dominate

to gain control

to strike fear into the living

for complacency

perhaps to perpetuate the violent cycle

for the “justified” retaliation that will ensue

And so I weep

for fallen soldiers

legions of armies

for the families

for the people

devastated by  horrific events

I feel their screams of pain

their tears tear at my heart

burdened with their grief,

I weep

lest we forget

our “civil”izations were built upon rivers of blood

bodies thrown into pits

discarded

like litter

Lest we forget our history

of the darkness that follows our footsteps forward

plant poppies in Remembrance

seeds of love

understanding

acceptance

cooperation

unity

FORGIVENESS!

 

Lest we forget

where we have been

and what we yearn to become

Until then,

peace will be a fallacy

In solemn remembrance

for everyone who has been lost,

or has lost,

anyone or anything

at the hands of another

my heart bleeds for all of you

And so I weep…

Need to Stay Awake

Do you have any tips on how to stay awake during a conference? Here is what I have come up with so far…

1. Arrive late. So late that there won’t be a seat for you during the first speech. This ensures that you will have to stand, awkwardly, at the back for the first forty-five minutes and you won’t be tempted to close your eyes and drift off into lala land.

2. Wear uncomfortable clothing. Yes, you look hot, but those pants are really too tight and make it difficult to breathe after you gorge out on all of the delectable snacks that they have laid out.  Who can fall asleep if they cant breathe? Also, if it is close to Rememberance Day, wear several poppies with pride. Every time you move, you will receive a sharp poke that will remind you to keep your eyes open.

3. Drink a lot of coffee and water. Frequent trips to the bathroom provide a nice break from monotonous dialogue. If you are moving, you are not sleeping!

4. Go for a jog outside, like Phoebe – arms flailing in the air, heels kicking out to the side. I haven’t done this yet, but I am sure it would work.

5. Write a blog post.

6. Text your friends and ask them  ‘wsup?’ Their drama will entertain you and you might receive a spectacular surprise like I did when Nora sent me this

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Somehow, feeling great negates the need for sleep.

If you have anything to add, please let me know. There are still 5 hours to go and most of tomorrow to get through…
Hope you all are having a fabulous weekend!!

Join Automattic’s Worldwide WP 5k 2015

Ahhh! I should have reblogged this when I found it on Friday but I was on my app. (Why did they remove that option??) It is not too late to join!!

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I’m up for this challenge!!  Who else in the running, walking, wogging community is up for it?!

Automatticians, members of the WordPress community, and bloggers around the world come together for our annual run.

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The Painter

Photo Courtesy of Graham Lawrence

I was drawn to the lady painting in the garden.

She appeared as if she was in rapture as she added her brush strokes to the canvas with a theatrical flair. What was it that had captured her attention so voraciously? What part of the garden was she recreating with her brush? I stole a glance over her shoulder when she stepped back to assess her work. I was surprised to see not one flower, tree, nor leaf on that canvas, but a brown face with a long nose and two floppy ears. There were two white circles for eyes; the look of pure innocence represented by large, brown pupils.  A thick pink tongue draped out of its mouth, beads of salivation accumulated and dripped off of its tip.

The artist had recreated the moment beautifully – not of the garden, but of a dog, begging and drooling for a treat.

Writing101: Day 12: Play with word count (150-cha-ching!)

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*true story*