For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt is: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wash/awash.”Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Bonus points for using both. Enjoy! Wildly appropriate considering that after 6 weeks of no rain, not a drop, we are suddenly awash in thunderstorms lol. I selected a picture, set the timer for five minutes, closed my eyes and this is what surfaced from the watery depths of my imagination. 😉
The sky awash with flaming hues of a crimson dawn coarse sand beneath my feet as I dig my toes in shifting my weight and flow into yoga poses my mind settling into the ancient rhythms of sand and sky and sea tropical breeze blowing through my hair wash away the burdens that were never mine to bear
Til next time ~still kinda irked about not being a mermaid ~JP
Wow, is it Friday again? Already? You sure? OK, OK, yeah it is. On to another Flashback Friday where Fandango invites us to share some of our older posts. I just realized that in recent years I haven’t written a lot in July. It’s a tough time of year for Spoonies who don’t tolerate heat well (like me for instance). I did come across a quadrille poem from this date 2019 that I thought you might enjoy.
Hope and Freckles
Hope flutters around sparkles and iridescence shining like foil confetti blowing in the summer wind
Elusive and evasive try catching snowflakes on your tongue uncatchable and unstoppable
A freckle that mars perfect alabaster skin difficult to see beyond harder still to look away from
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the first 2-5 words at the top of the closest printed matter.”Open (if necessary) the closest printed matter to you. Use the first 2-5 words at the top of the page any way you’d like in your post. Have fun!
OK, hmmmm, not much around except a receipt. Ahhh, wait, from my current Breath Work Exercise flash card “Let yourself be breathed”
How do you feel? How do you deal? Words of love go unbelieved
When right is wrong and the tuneless song plays on and on, unrelieved
We know the drill let your mind go still and let yourself be breathed