Merry Christmas
Happy Hanukkah
Happy Solstice
Happy Holidays
Old movies and new candy
Old dreams and reality
Wide-eyed innocence
Aged wisdom
Santa and the Christ child
Penitent on her knees
All of these
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and more . . . so much more. The above 33 words are the first that come to mind this holiday season. Thanks, Trifectans for a great year. Here’s to a better 2013!
I show a good face to the world. My countenance is unmarred by stress and worry. Stoic is what my best friend in the world called me. “Barbie,†she said, “I had no clue you felt that way. Your face didn’t show it.â€
Others say my face is telling; that they know exactly what I’m thinking by what goes across my visage. They see joy, sadness, distaste, distrust.
No, they only see what they want to see; a reflection of themselves. They see what they think they see and judge me, my actions, from their viewpoint.
The real me hurts.
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VV’s 100 word challenge is COUNTENANCE. That and her wise words about the recent goings on in the world – the need to take time, listen, to have a strong back and a soft heart made me even more introspective than I’ve been over the past week. And, that is saying something.
December 16th, 2012 / Categories: Hear Me /
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My cousin writes on fb often about John Lennon – his birthday – the day he died – she misses him.
She loves the song Imagine that he sang.
Imagine all the people living in peace
What a world that would be, right? In the years I have lived on this big blue marble there have been miracles of life, technology, growth. There have been years of miseries; wars, famines, disasters, and lately killings after killings . . . senseless all.
I will name no names here. I will give no uplifting of such crazed warmongers.
I will continue to pray for a better world for my children’s children and theirs beyond. I will continue to pray for the blessings from a Father in whom I truly believe. I will pray for understanding . . . or at least peace in my misunderstanding. I will pray.
You, you may say
I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
It’s only a job. Only a job.
She repeated the mantra – day after day – hour after hour – report after tedious report.
Five years helping people. Janelle had come to realize the one person she wasn’t helping was herself.
Time for a change. She stopped by her boss’ office and gave her ultimatum.
I’m taking a week off. I don’t care about deadlines. Starting now.
“Whatever you need”, he said. “But the job won’t wait. Come in tomorrow or don’t come in at all.”
It’s only a job. I’ll find another. When I start looking again. In about a week.
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VV’s “not so highbrow writing prompt this week is WHATEVER. It tickled her and it tickles me . . . but I chose not to go with the teen use of the word. The above is my take on the prompt. Thanks for reading.
Longest flight ever. Our first. I sat sandwiched in between an 8 year old bubbling with excitement and a 3 year old sobbing because she’d left her beloved blankie behind. Long day ahead.
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for the Trifecta weekend challenge: This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt. We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either “cheap flights,” “sandwiched in” or “spectacularly clean.” This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose). And yes, we reserve the right to call your mothers and former lovers to ask for verification on your tales.
True story – first plane ride for all three of us – coming to Alaska to join hubbymoose/daddymoose who had come ahead by 2 weeks. There have been better flights since.