Interesting prompt for today, so let’s mix things up a little. My blog is an eclectic mix of poetry, flash fiction, short stories, spoonie life advice and wow, just whatever happens to pop into my head. I like to mix things up at home sometimes too. My usual Spotify playlist of Taylor Davis’ music today has been preempted by French Cafe Jazz – shameless borrowed from The Simply Luxurious Life .
My first entry for #jusjojan – I find it fascinating that this is 2020, just like hindsight is 20/20, and it’s always easier to look back and criticize than to look forward and dream. I do not make resolutions they are too confining and demanding for this stage of my life. Too negative. I set intentions, visualizations of the life I would like to live this year, and I plan. How will it all come about? We shall see … we shall see.
This year I intend to live my life Louder To sing and laugh loudly and more often To wear more hats and sparkly T-shirts
This year I will be awed by the perfection of a single rose and the beauty of a weed in the sidewalk
This year I will splash in more puddles remember that life is better barefoot and that music is the key to the soul
This year I will dance under the moon, stare at the night sky, read poetry and ponder the big questions
I will cherish tiny moments of perfection look for everyday epiphanies seek the sacred in the ordinary
I will take a step outside and dance in the rain to find the mystical in the mundane
For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – our fitting final prompt for 2019 is “year.” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “year.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
It was a year both terrible and glorious filled with tragedy and triumph a year of great loss and equally great victory and in between, it was filled with the very core of spirituality those stormy Mondays and rainy Saturdays flowers, weeds, good soup and tea and all the mundane and glorious details of this epic fantasy we call life
Winter is coming …. oh wait it’s already here, uhhhh Christmas, Christmas, that’s what’s coming. At this time of year, a lot of us need to hone our skills in the art of “suspension of disbelief.” So come along, journey back with me to 1897 and behold the answer to the ultimate question (hint it’s NOT 42).
DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.
“VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.Continue reading “The Goose is Getting Fat”→
Like the sunbeams that break through a window in the dense clouds so a single happy thought breaks through the window of my mind, casting light on the shadow of depression and my heart begins to sing once more
For all of us who suffer from varying degrees of Holiday depression
Lord Send that Morning – Evie
“Lord send that morning with light so bright it fills my soul with song and I will look up to the heavens and laughing I will say ‘I saw that morning coming all along.'”
Last week we had our first blizzard of the 19/20 winter season. Winds gusting at 65mph and temps in the single digits (fahrenheit) can make for some real challenges for spoonies. Many folks with autoimmune and/or chronic illness (myself included) are profoundly sensitive to cold weather. (OK, I’m actually profoundly sensitive to all weather, cold, hot, changing, you name it, but I digress.) Today I’m going to share a few things we do around the house to keep ourselves warm.