Striving has been my measuring stick. Where to go next? Am I earning enough money? Am I successful? Always running toward. Guilt-filled standing still. Life now flows gently. Unconcerned with accomplishing. Avoiding pressure, allowing spaces to expand into hours sitting, staring, thinking, dozing. Unencumbered with goals but burdered with time.
One day I may need people to care for me, and a friend suggested I prepare useful instructions, in case I’m not able to tell them what I like, hate, want, enjoy. Minor things make a difference in whether I am comfortable, irritated, serene, or cranky, so I’ve penned this letter for my future helpers.… Continue reading What They Need to Know
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m trying a new challenge of writing a story in 50 words. This is a fun exercise for me. See other 50 word contributions at http://50-words.com My New Friend My friend never judges, repeats, argues nor confirms. She listens, protecting secrets whispered through layers of trust. Daily she takes… Continue reading More 50-Word Musings
I’m playing around with writing shorter pieces, just to see if I can, and I found a website called 50 words http://50-words.com The challenge is to write a story, essay, musings in 50 words or less. Here are a few of my latest attempts. The look was important, it had to be perfect. Swept up in… Continue reading 50 Word Musings
Let fall begin. Labor Day marks the end of summer, the beginning of fall, the shelving of white shoes, the shouts of gridiron enthusiasts, and, oh yes, the increase in political mayhem. Or, that was what we folks in the United States expected when the calendar rolled over to September 1 before Covid-19. But life has… Continue reading Life After Labor Day
As a kid I had one outstanding talent: Nail Biting. We are talking Major League ability. I could have competed with the world’s most determined nail chewers and held my gnawed tips high with pride. My fingers looked vulnerable: raw, red, rough, exposed. I could never be accused of ignoring my digits, after all, I… Continue reading Nail Biting: An Art Form
He must have known he would cook for me no more. His days of concocting meals, scouting grocery aisles, rolling out dough, perfecting his chili, flipping pancakes, sharpening knives, dirtying every pan in the kitchen were over. He closed his eyes for the last time whispering, “How will you eat?” I laughed and cried.
I listened to wistful voices I applauded accomplishments I realized challenges I recognized hopes I saw the dreams I cried for losses I watched faces I laughed at the jokes I hoped for the futures I feared inactivity I dreamed of equality I planned my actions I felt the urgency I heard the truth My… Continue reading 2020 Democratic National Convention
These 2 cats intrigued me as I watched them patiently stalk, stare, sit, and spy at and on various objects and each other. I don’t have a cat, never had a cat, and never thought I would want one, but these were a study in Patience. See more Patience pictures and comments at https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/08/19/wednesday-challenge-patience/
The dogs are at summer camp: running playing, scuffling, growling, sleeping. Doing what all kids do at camp when a deadly virus isn’t threatening. What freedom for them! And for me. I can relax without part of my brain registering if they need to go outside, or what mischief they are up to when they… Continue reading Boys at Summer Camp