Monthly Archives: December 2015

LEAVING CITY LIGHTS

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It’s Friday and time for another story for Friday Fictioneers.  We like to tell our stories in 100 words or so.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  You can join in the fun if you are so inclined.  It’s very therapeutic for letting off steam.  Here is my story according to the photo prompt below.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

He turned his back to the city.  Straightening his head and shoulders, he zipped up his jacket.  There!  He was done.

He had enough of the city lights.  Enough of the glaring and angry eyes. Who did they think they were anyways?  Treated him like shit.  Kicked and spat on.  Worse than a dog.  Thought he hadn’t noticed.  Well, he HAD.

Now it was their turn.  See how they like that.  He chuckled under his breath.  He turned the key in the ignition and drove off into the desert. Behind him angry eyes exploded into shards of glass.  Payback time.

LADY LUNA

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It is Day 3 of Kat McNally’s Reverb.  The prompt:  Lady Luna.
When was the last time you stopped to look up at the moon?

What did she have to say to you?

Living in the city, I seldom stop to look up at the moon.  My mind is so preoccupied with thoughts coming at me in continuous live-stream.  It is as if there is no sky and I’ve forgotten how to look up.  There is no need.  There’s street lights.  Why would I look up? Talk about being unconscious!

blood moonHowever, because of social media, I was alerted to the full blood moon in September and witnessed it in all its glory.  She did not really speak to me that night.  I was too busy trying to capture the image on camera.  Too busy trying not to miss the event.  I lost the magic of the moon that night.

IMG_3014I do remember another night of waiting for the moon in August at the lake.  We were sitting around the campfire with neighbours.  The air was cool.  The night dark.  I wrapped the blanket around me and looked up into the sky.  Oh, how vast and deep it was!  The stars twinkled and winked.  The moon had not yet appeared.  But I felt the Universe wrap its arms around me.  They were so warm and comforting.  The fire crackled and flickered. There was no need for human speech.  We all understood one another.  We were with each another.

It got late and we could not wait for the moon.  We walked home as it was not far.  Our neighbours lit our path with headlights from their vehicle.  It was as if we were guided by moonbeams.  Thank you Lady Luna.  Till next time.

SURPRISES

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It’s day 2 of Kat McNally’s Reverb.  The prompt today is:

What surprised you this year?  

What a loaded question!  Everything surprised me this year.  It was as if I had landed from outer space and Earth was foreign terrain.  It was no longer the friendly place I once knew.  I started unravelling like an old worn sweater at the strangeness of it all.  The unravelling sped up as the days passed – like the end roll of toilet paper.  Finally I was limp and helpless like a puddle on the bathroom floor.

Being helpless, I gave up fighting this strangeness.  When there was no more struggle, no more sparring in the dark, I was surprised by my own strength and resources.  Somehow I was able to pick up the stitches and knit myself back together.

It was not an overnight job.  I sat through a month of instructions, listening every day to a new instructor.  It was a most pleasant October as I spent each morning sipping tea with Melli of the Mindfulness Summit and learning what it is to be in the present moment, accepting what is.

It was a hard lesson and difficult knitting.  No double I will forget and unravel again.  But then that is how life is, isn’t it?  Ups and downs.  Flux and flow.  All of life’s surprises, big and small.  Have no worry for me.  I am a muse and as muses go, sometimes I tend to be melancholy in my words.   But I am ever a hopeful muse.  As I end may I say a prayer for us.

May you find peace.  May you find joy.  May you find strength to carry you.  May you find the gift in surprises that bring tears or joy.  And may God be with you always.

 

 

 

LISTS AND PRAYERS

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Reverb BBIt’s December and time for Kat McNally’s Reverb.  What an opportunity for me to take time to reflect on the past year.  What has happened, why and wherefores?  What have I gained or learned in the process?  How will it all help me in the coming year?  Let the reverberation begin.

Day 1: lists and prayers


Welcome to Reverb15! Without further ado, let’s dive in.

In her seventh ever blog post, all the way back in March 2003(!), the inimitable Andrea Scher wrote: “Maybe lists are like prayers.”

What sorts of lists do you have on the go at the moment?

What do they suggest you are praying for?

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PrintThe list I have right now is the the one for Susannah Conway’s December Reflections.  It’s a list of photo prompts for each day of December.  The prompts give me pause to rest, to feel.  Who am I?  What do I want?  Where am I going?  Am I doing anything worthy?

In this month of dark mornings and short days a little help and guidance goes a long way.  It is like a cup of steaming hot chocolate, the smell of cinnamon buns baking, warm hugs, sweet kisses and a warm blanket to cuddle up in.  The thought of these makes me feel as if I’m wrapped in a prayer – soft, warm and secure.

What am I praying for?  I’m praying for the right words, hope, peace, love and compassion for myself first of all.  I am praying  that it would spread out to my family, friends, neighbours and so on and on.  Like a ripple in the oceans until it touches all shores.  I am praying for respect and kindness toward all living things.  I am praying for survival of our planet.  I am praying for myself.  Amen.