The treatments were grueling. Her body was showing the signs. My support was unending, but I don’t think she realized that. I shaved my head the next morning. Actions speak louder than words.
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This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words including an idiom somewhere within. Examples of idioms include – add fuel to the fire or wear your heart on your sleeve. You can find more examples and a definition of idiom here. Good luck!
The Daily Prompt asks us: Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?
I have experienced deja vu many times and each time it feels somewhat unnerving. The feeling that you’ve been in the same situation in some alternate reality, knowing or feeling that you can predict the next couple of seconds, is an interesting phenomenon.
I am a believer in reincarnation, so perhaps my willingness to fathom the anomaly is somewhat justified. And maybe I am just using reincarnation as an excuse to believe there is a potential reason behind an inexplicable occurrence. I don’t know why it happens, or how it happens, but that doesn’t change the existence of the eerie feeling that I succumb to on the odd occasion.
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It is possible that souls who are linked throughout different lifetimes are brought into the same types of situations to deal with them at another time and another place. I have experienced some strange moments where I could completely justify that belief. There would be no other reason to accept the course of action that ensued to make anything else seem plausible. There was an instinctual understanding of the other person that I could not have known prior to that day, and, thinking back on that day, I am still mystified.
Have you ever experienced a predicament like deja vu that you couldn’t explain?
Life moves at a million miles an hour. And so many times I feel engulfed by its pace and overwhelmed by the many things I have to balance on a daily basis. It feels like several days attack me all at once, but I have to learn to step back and change the pace of that onslaught.
There are always two days in every week that I should learn to ignore. With everything I have going on in my life, these two days do nothing to help me live in the moment. Yesterday and tomorrow always weigh heavily on me and distract me from the here and now. I focus too much on what I didn’t accomplish yesterday and think forward too often about what is waiting for me tomorrow and I forget to live in the present.
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I need to embrace each day as an opportunity to live life to the fullest and accept whatever challenges may face me on that one day. There is no sense in worrying about what tomorrow will bring, because I will never truly know that. And there is no point in reliving yesterday, because it is over. I cannot change the past. It will reflect itself in my present, sure, but I can choose how much power I give to that reflection.
I need to lay yesterday to rest and not consume myself with thoughts of tomorrow. I must give myself permission to meet the obligations and promise of each day with an open mind and an open heart. One day at a time will let me absorb all of the life that day has to give without being consumed by the days that lay behind or lay ahead. Those days, I cannot change.
My favorite saying (and my email address in short form) is Carpe Diem – Seize the Day. Life happens – there is nothing I can do to stop the moving freight train of time and only I can choose how I ride that train. I can look out behind me and see where I’ve been, I can look ahead and ponder where I am headed, or I can embrace the vibration of the life flowing through the train and live in the moment. The choice is mine.
Today, I am making the conscious choice to forget all of the things I didn’t accomplish at work yesterday. I cannot go back and do anything differently. Today, I am making a concerted effort not to think about the fact that I will be sitting in my office on Sunday catching up on the paperwork that has eluded me this week. Today, I am going to empty sap from the buckets hanging from those towering Maple trees. Today I am going to shovel the remains of Mother Nature’s perverse sense of humor from my deck and sit in the sun with a glass of wine in my hand. Today, I am going to live only for today.
How will you live your day today?
This post is written for the weekend Trifecta Challenge: This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words inspired by the following photo. Please remember that if you use the photo on your own blog, you must give proper credit (with clickable links).
Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
Life’s mirror reflects the things that I hold close. It may not involve truth, but it involves dreams. My dreams. And it will only make me see the things I want to see.
With a little nudge from the Daily Prompt yesterday, I heeded their request but deviated slightly from their “rules”. I’m crazy that way. Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.
Instead of a notebook, I kept my iPhone close and was happy it was readily available to take these shots. I woke early this morning to take my mom to a doctor’s appointment and as my eyes adjusted on the view beyond my window, my first thought was “are you effing kidding me?” After several days of gloriously warming spring temperatures, the looming month of March morphed into that predictable “in-like-a-lion” and the feline giant roared and spilled its vengeance across the landscape.
There were a few expletives that escaped my lips but as the caffeine began to course through my veins, I calmed down. The sun struggled to free itself from the grasp of the horizon and cast whimsical hues into the clouds and the day became a little more beautiful.
Storm clouds have since saddled up and ridden in on that lion. He is continuing to roar his introduction to the coming month of March and marking his territory with more snow. After I say my ‘white rabbit’ three times tomorrow morning for the first of the month, I will be wishing for the March days that are more like the lamb.
Who else is ready for spring to arrive?
I have always been a very independent person. Even as a young child I would get angry when people tried to help me with things that were proving difficult for me. I seemed to get the sense, even at that tender stage of my life, that I was somehow failing if I couldn’t do it on my own.
Over the years I have been able to let some of that stubbornness go, not all of it, but enough to allow me to see how a helping hand can smooth the rough edges that I used to cut myself on repeatedly. As individuals, we are porous rocks. We are permeable and sometimes allow too many of the negative things in our life shape the person we become. We have bumps and impurities and we develop jagged edges to protect ourselves from unwanted encounters with anyone outside of our realm of comfort.
As we journey through life, we collect friends much like a beach collects grains of sand. And akin to those grains of sand, our friends help smooth our rough edges. They help transform that rough exterior and, with love and compassion, they help us to become more polished by eroding our jagged exterior and finding the beauty underneath.
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My beach stretches for miles. The many grains of sand that comprise my shore come in all shapes and sizes and although some stay close to me and some remain on the periphery of my seascape they are all equally important parts of that beach. I try to take as many long walks as possible along my shorelines and appreciate each grain of friendship in my life. And though I may not make it to the outer boundaries very often, know that each of you, near or far, have contributed to the beauty of my shoreline.
Today’s Daily Prompt ~ brought to you by the makers of ‘what were you thinking’ ~ is this – Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
Perhaps it would have been wiser to choose something a little more mainstream, but when I sat myself down to create a name for my blog, the first person that spoke as a distant voice in my head was my friend Sandra. She and I went to college together and although she was 10 years my senior, we became fast friends. After two years of sharing great laughs and torturing our classmates, she moved back to Halifax and I remained in Ontario.
We spent countless hours on the phone and practically wore our fingerprints off spending so much time on our keyboards. When I would ask her what she had been up to, she would always reply, “pontificating on polysyllabic profundities”. That silly statement that may not have been significant then took on new meaning when Sandra suddenly passed away in 2003 at the age of 43 after succumbing to the flesh-eating disease. There would be no more pontificating with her. The polysyllabic profundities were all I had left.
It made absolute sense when coming up with a name for this blog that I would somehow honor her for all of the support and encouragement she gave me in her too-short time on this earth. I’m sure she still reads over my shoulder and I do hear that all-too-clever advise in my head on occasion.
Here’s lookin’ at you, Kid!!
This post is for the new Trifecta challenge – For the weekend prompt we’re asking for exactly 33 words of dialogue.
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“It really is as beautiful as they said it would be.”
“Do you feel happy?”
“I feel a sense of peace I never had before . It really is Heaven.”
“I miss you, dad.“
The Daily Prompt has inspired me once again. Today’s prompt asks – tell us your favorite thing about yourself.
If you had asked me this question ten years ago I may not have been able respond. Sure, there were things about myself that I liked. I can sing pretty well, although I am too self-conscious to sing in front of anyone other than my dog. I was pretty talented when it came to making and decorating wedding cakes. But those things are just hobbies, things I seem to be able do with some sort of talent and things I enjoy.
During the past decade of my life, I seem to have gone through a metamorphosis, mentally and spiritually. I found my inner compass and steadily began to acclimate to the new direction I was headed. I found the courage of conviction to have a voice of my own. I found the inner strength to truly believe that the talents I possess are worthy of comments, and I found the determination to follow my dream of being a writer.
Good things happen when you finally believe in yourself and my first published magazine article will be out in May. That courage of conviction fueled the vehicle that led me here. I trusted my talent, and more than that, I trusted myself.
I let my true colors finally shine through.
A poem for Romantic Monday. Thank you again Edward Hotspur for encouraging us to channel the romantic in all of us.
Under a Blue Moon
I fit my frail hand into his as we gazed upon the moon,
the beauty of its reflection, comforting like a warm wind in June.
As the pale moon light enveloped us, we stood as one, unmoving,
engaging in a silent vow of love that would never need proving.
The stars returned our glances, embracing a life of their own,
smiling upon us as a distant loon lent music of eloquent tone.
A blend of harmonious voices, echoed the cry of the loon,
as we stood fixed, ever enchanted by the intensity of the moon.
The night air swirled around us, laughing as it tickled the leaves.
The song of the frogs was found in the night and carried upon the breeze.
The rippling of the playful waves as their longing to touch the shore,
gave voices to the rhythm of sounds, sharing a tranquil rapport.
The magical songs in the blue moon light quieted ever so slightly,
as the glow of the moon and the array of stars ceased to shine so brightly.
His grip on my hand remained tender and sweet as he turned to look in my eyes.
A night of feelings shared by lovers under a blue moon and starry skies.
polysyllabic profundities 