Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!
Yawn. Yawn, stretch, yawn. Slap cheezits out of alarm clock when it revives from it’s snooze. Sit up on the edge of the bed, stretch waaaaay up high, yawn. Think about pulling covers over head, yawn. Sniff, sniff, ummmmmm, coffee brewing. Cast off covers and shuffle into the kitchen. Perfectly brewed cup of morning magic is thrust into my eager hands. I lift the cup to my face and inhale deeply, ahhhhh. Java, nectar of the gods. I take that first sip and feel the warmth begin to thaw my sleep frozen brain. The second sip starts the heart pumping, within a few minutes I’m ready to hit the yoga mat. Standing in tadasana, I stretch up, up, up and … yawn.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Fandango asks another great mind puzzler this week FPQ # 14
“Do you believe that anyone can really experience anything objectively? Why or why not?”
No. Why? Because we are human. As living, thinking, sentient beings, we are the product of our experiences and perceptions. Have you ever played the gossip game? The one where you all line up and the first person reads a whispered message to the next person, and so on down the line. By the time the same message is repeated by a dozen of so people, the message will have changed significantly.
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Hello, my name is JP and I’m a serial of Tsundokuist. What the heck is that? Glad you asked. From our good friends at Wikipedia:
Tsundoku (Japanese: 積ん読) is acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one’s home without reading them.
I read a quote somewhere, sometime ago that one of the greatest treasures of life if a pile of unread books. Oh I agree! When I was a child, I read constantly and adored it. From my mid-teens until my mid thirties, I read mostly “study” stuff. Self help, self improvement, philosophy, religion, with the occasional smut um er, I mean romance novel thrown in for good measure. I enjoyed reading for knowledge but I had forgotten the pure delight of reading just for the fun of it. Continue reading “Confessions of a serial Tsundokuist”
Rory over at aguycalledbloke has this new film/music challenge which is quite, well, challenging 😉 Do check it out and join in a little rockin’ of the old noggin’
This weeks entries are a bit more … obscure than last and I had to really shake the ole’ noodle loose OK and pester Superhubs a bit as his memory of release years is much better than mine. Continue reading “I am so tuned in to that film #3”
To Truth or Not to Truth that is Fandango’s Provocative Question
“How do you feel about people who always seem to exaggerate when relating a story? Do you equate embellishment with lying? As a blogger, when, if ever, is stretching the truth, other than when writing fiction, permissible?”
Hmmmm, well, to quote Geoff Chaucer (as played by Paul Bettany in A Knights Tale) “I’m a writer, it’s what I do, I give the truth scope.” I think to one degree or another most people “exaggerate” when relating a story. How much of that is intentional and how much is relevant to their particular memory, I would not presume to say. It’s all about the story. To me it will always be about the story. “Exaggerations” that do not alter the intent of a story don’t bother me. They don’t change the basic truth. Continue reading “Fandango’s Provocative Question # 12”
This is my January Escapist Coloring Challenge piece brought to us by Lindaghill.com I finally got it finished. Coloring is an awesome way to relax, it leaves the mind free to wander, roam, or meditate. It has vast recuperative powers for mind, body and spirit all of which are very important, particularly Spoonies.
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So msjadeli over at tao-talk.com tagged me for this episode of Getting-to-know-me, thanks for the tag. Without further ado…
- Name a moment in your life when you felt you were most courageous.
I’m not what I consider a brave person. I holler for Superhubs at the site of spiders. I can’t stand scary movies. Yet for reasons I don’t really understand, most of my friends and family consider me brave. I’d like to say that I felt brave that time, when in the midst of heavy gunfire, I ran, snatched a child that was running straight into the path of danger and threw both of us behind cover, but honestly, that was reflex, not bravery. For most people bravery comes in the face of death but, frankly, I’ve stared death in the face enough times that he’s rather like an old uncle, creepy, weird, but familiar. No the only time I’d say I was really courageous was when I, finally, managed to extricate myself and my children from the bonds of a physically abusive marriage. That my friends, took guts. Continue reading “Getting to Know You”