From Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “beside you.” Write about whatever is beside you when you read this prompt. Not when you sit down to write, but whatever is beside you right now. Take note of it if you think you might forget. Enjoy!
What Day Is It Anyway? Coping with Covid day 9
The quarantine continues, our governor has asked for more business closures. We’re holding up OK here although we’ve got “new” campers in the park who have been asked to self quarantine for 14 days, don’t know how compliant they’re being but, hey we’ll see.
Linda has asked us to write about what’s “beside you” when you read this prompt. For me, it is my ever present coffee/tea cup directly to my left hand; my window open to my right letting in some sunshine. That window becomes more and more important to me the longer I’m “inside.” We still get out a bit for walks very early in the morning before everybody invades our little spot of solitude but have been curtailing those a bit due to my continuing cough.
Outside my window the wind blows, robins squabble over tasty worms, bunnies sample tender green shoots of grass, trees sway, their branches dancing in the Spring winds dotting the ground with pine cones oblivious to the worries of humans
The April Fools — Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick vocals
Linda Lee Lybergis our host for quadrille this week and has given us the challenge of “Magic” We could all use a little magic right now.
Looking for Magic
A dandelion wish blown to the wind a grandchild’s kiss my heart to mend look to the rainbow look to the moon look for the magic you’ll find it soon magic of words gentle and kind just look for magic and magic you’ll find
For Maria Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek challenge my chosen prompt for this week is “weathered”
“Blue rain from a clear sky, our world a cube of sunlight — but to the south the violet admonition of thunder”
About the picture: a beautiful bit of poetry found on the underside of the pier on Wellington, NZ quay has weathered the test of time while it speaks to the heart and brings a bit of beauty and reverence to my walk along the sea. A bit of “senseless beauty” of which I am in sore need right now. The pilings were covered with starfish and mussels and all manner of sea life. 🙂
Beneath the promises so broken, the platitudes and lies unspoken tear at the once caring heart love was lost right from the start rough and broken stone and brick bleeding wounds that stay soul-sick
But somewhere deep down below there lies an ancient light and glow that tiny incandescent spark, warms the soul and mends the heart in the darkest corner of winter chill love’s light shines all the brighter still
Winter Light — Linda Ronstadt (from the movie Secret Garden)