He’s still shocked “It’s Just Lunch” matched them.
How often in life do you look down at your feet and underneath you see light from a world above? You don’t.
Marc at Sorryless corralled Dale at A Dalectable Life and me into a challenge recently. He asked that we head back to 1985, the year my Grandma died, I graduated…
“Follow your instincts. That’s where true wisdom manifests itself.” Oprah Winfrey An early morning meeting, meant an early morning train, meant no 6 a.m. yoga at Essencia this Friday. The…
It’s an interesting temporary organism says man walking on Wacker Drive on Wednesday morning.
It’s quite the puzzle to fit a thought in a box.
I overheard this on the train this week. “Thank you Andrew. I’m not quite sure what you are hearing but the real answer is, there is not a definitive answer…
I also found a hummingbird this weekend at a family gathering, that I was lucky enough to capture on film. The discovery of which prompted a family member to tell me that the tiny bird’s presence represents my Grandma Burns, which I loved hearing. Both the conversation on the train and the hummingbird are reminders that when we look and listen for life’s gifts they are aplenty.
The to do’s ran through her head.
He doublechecked his father’s playbook.
I collected more than 1,000 stragglers in March. Straggled thoughts composed of words that I extracted before the post was published.
But I do know that being open to the change, wanting and welcoming that change, was my invitation to the world that I was ready to bring life into our universe.
She wanted today to be both an ending and a beginning.
Ruby understood her vocation better than most. She arrived to fill a void.
Had you slept beside me, I’m absolutely positive you would have heard me laughing in my sleep.
Yes is a small word. Yes is a simple word. Yes is a complex word. Yes is huge. Yes is powerful beyond measure.
Anonymity. She coveted it more than anything.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she said.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, will one of you please produce an ice sack that will put this fire out?” she pleaded in prayer.
She long ago mastered the artistry of puppetry with this clown. Her spouse, the louse.
When I opened my email I found Tara’s post on a Thin Spiral Notebook, and from there I followed her prompt lead and found myself looking at Messy.
We’ve attempted to bring new life to our own straggled thought.
February is nearly over. I’m not sad to bid farewell to the shortest month of the year.
“You swear on your grandma’s soul,” she asked.
I sat down at my desk this morning and committed to writing something with the cube’s contents, words whose adhesive still binds them together.
They are the contrarians, rooted in my obsession to avoid seeing the world/ glass as half empty, hence preventing a deep, dark, desolate depression.
When I went to find the link to share here, it turned out that darkroom was not a prompt, so I’ll have to try this again sometime when my brain is better equipped to follow directions.