What Day is it Anyway? — Getting Real

yin yang

Linking to Linda G Hill’s WDIIA. From Linda:

Why I’m writing this post:  Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.  Let’s keep in touch!

Coping with COVID-19 – Day 3, 4 and 5 — Getting Real

Things seem to get crazier every day as we all attempt to “flatten the curve” so to speak. We’re holding our own here in the Black Hills with only 1 confirmed case in our county and no community transmission (how they determine that I’m not sure.)

I slipped into my protective introvert shell for a few days so if I’ve missed posts, comments and such, I apologize. Problem is I can sink deep, fast, become apathetic and depressed which is kind of scary in and of itself.

It’s part of the whole INFJ/HSP thing. The vibes that surround me right now and just plain scary, stores are filled with angry, frightened people. The internet, my primary source of outside contact is equally alarming. The cough I have is irritating and maybe spooky as well. I lost my voice for two months last year from a chronic cough, arrrrgggghhh! Not it’s not virus related, mostly allergies and perhaps a minor spring cold. So that’s the “real” part, I’m OK but honestly I’m not handling this as well as I had thought I would. Must remember to be on guard against the dreaded “blahhhh’s.”

After talking with a friend yesterday (on the phone) and a few long conversations with Superhubs, I’m feeling much stronger emotionally. Still a little weak, wheezy, and coughy (gosh I sound like a bunch of dwarfs) but I don’t feel as bad about it. Both my dear granddaughter and Linda have expressed it well. Good can come of this crisis if we just remember to look for it. So for today, I will find the good hiding in the bad and I will cherish it.

Can’t Stop the Feeling — from Trolls the movie

Til next time ~Hang in there baby ~JPP

Crimson Creative Challenge – Napping Gnomes

CCC 3.6.20 gnomes

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 69 — Napping Gnomes

Knackered gnomes napped, neglectfully. Gnarly gnatcatchers, gnawed to nearly nothing, UNTIL

Gnome nappers

aliens kidnapped a napping gnome.

word count 16

The Laughing Gnome — David Bowie

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

2020 Picoftheweek # 7 – Monochrome

2020-pic of the week

For Maria Antonia’s 2020 picoftheweek challenge # 7 — my prompt is Monochrome

2.20.20 monochrome
Emerging planet statue on Wellington Quay near Tepapa museum

Color my World

My world was one of dreary gray
until I found you on the quay
there with colors bright and bold
a smile that warmed away the cold
within my heart

Color my World — Chicago

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Goose is Getting Fat

steampunk Xmas
from my polyvore collection

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”

dVerse Poetics – Black

Black
from my polyvore collection

HA is hosting and welcomes us to another week of dVerse Poetics. “Today, I am prompting you to think of what comes to your mind when you picture ‘Black’. Think of what it means to you or what it stands for. You can venture into different areas like identity, materialism, personal experiences, physics, et al. as well. Or you can simply incorporate the word ‘black’ in your title and poem. Once you have thought it through and you have written and published your poem, link it up in the widget down below.”

Black Heart

Deep and Rich and Dark
the black of night
removes the colors
from our sight
but for a single star
that burns more bright
or is it just illusion

Hearts so fragile
and easily broken
when into blackness
the mind is woken
when angry words
can’t be unspoken
souls lie in confusion

Blackness covers all
withered limbs that
writhe and fall
crumbled ‘neath the wind
we must walk away or crawl
as colors dance in gay profusion

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Ancient Rites – 31 days of October Challenge

Vintage Halloween
Photo from Pixabay – words from Shakespeare

Melanie over at Sparksfromacombustiblemind clued me in to this awesome 31 days of October challenge brought to us by Laura over at lavent69. COOL. Sorry I’m so late jumping on the wagon but I am all over this one! Laura’s theme for today is “Primitives” Here is my contribution.

and of course of a bit of poetry

ANCIENT RITES
Hair unbound wild and free
she dances round the sacred tree
and sings her chant in rhymes of three

Fan the fire watch it grow
bring the creatures to the grove
where they come from no one knows

when at last the world between
signals planets align all unseen
Spirits rise on Halloween

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Tuneful Tuesday March 19 – Gypsy

Gypsy
digital art from my polyvore collection

Up today on Tuneful Tuesday – poetry inspired by some of my favorite songs: Gypsy. Yeah, you could say I’m a Stevie Nicks fan. Awesome songs, awesome voice, awesome personality. Need I say more, the original urban gypsy.

Gypsy Dreams

Velvet, lace and paper flowers
I loved the gypsy that I was
Like lightning, love strikes once
or maybe twice
but it lights up your heart
Continue reading “Tuneful Tuesday March 19 – Gypsy”