Don’t worry little baby!I know how scary it’s to be lost in the middle of the concrete jungle. I’ll save you from the human cruelty.
Joining WDYS
Don’t worry little baby!I know how scary it’s to be lost in the middle of the concrete jungle. I’ll save you from the human cruelty.
Joining WDYS
Introducing my 2024 journal. A fresh start for the new year with a new journal. This one is a gift from my husband. I love the cover and the pages are thick. I can use markers without staining the back side of the pages.
I always start the year with a new journal for my morning pages. It doesn’t matter how many blank pages I have left from the previous one. I love the feeling of opening it up the first thing in the morning, a new chapter begins.
Of course I have more than one journal going on at the same time. Each one with a different purpose.
Last year I used the blue one for morning pages, the tiny ones on the top for poetry, quotes and daily notes; and the magenta on the bottom for art pages, cards, photos … I’ll keep using some of them in 2024, they still have blank pages or I have bought new inserts for them.
I haven’t made any resolutions for this year, but I’m planning on lots of writing and creative projects. No pressure only going with the flow.
And you? New journals, new resolutions?
Happy 2024!
So I heard She is old, not worth our time The storm has broken some of her branches So I heard She still has bright leaves Her shade is kind So I heard Birds and squirrels make their home in there The kids have their swing on her branches So I heard The electrical cables will be damage She can’t hold another storm So I heard She is hollow No more flowers and fruits So I decided My aged and deformed hands Will strongly ground to the Earth I’ll show my power And my will I’ll survive the next storm
Recently, we had a heavy storm with tornados touching down near by. Many trees branches broken, and full trees came down destroying houses, cutting electrical cables …, lots of damage. A few days later the city workers came by and cut many trees, the damaged ones and also some healthy ones. This made me so upset. Now we see the left over from their trunks, some indeed were hollow inside, but others had a strong core. I don’t know much about trees’ health, but it should have a way to check if the tree is doing well or not before cut them off.
In Canada, we celebrate thanksgiving this weekend. It’s earlier than the USA thanksgiving celebration. We are up north and the harvest is already in full mode, soon it will be snowing and nothing else to harvest.
It’s a chilly day, 5C/41F this morning. I’m sitting in my living room trying to put words together for this post. Maybe a gratitude list, quotes, poems… not sure what to write.
“What if, today, we were grateful for everything?”
Charlie Brown
So, here are three things I’m grateful for at this moment:
“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
Maya Angelou
Could you tell me one thing you are grateful today?
Happy Thanksgiving!
In a future soon to be the past Magical tea pots will serve you Hibiscus tea for sure My favorite in the present Maybe not in the future And for sure not in the past While a kid I dreamed Phones with a screen As in the cartoons, The Jetsons Flying cars And space clothes Now i cover the camera I don’t show my face And for sure not in the future Maybe when the future turns into the past I could buy a flying car Go back to the past And whisper to the future
Joining Sadje’s WDYS. This image brought me back nice memories, I loved to watch The Jetsons when I was a kid, hope you know this cartoon but maybe you have never heard of it as most of the young people or your country didn’t broadcast American cartoons. It was about a future that it is in most of the part the present now.
The outdoors is inviting. The golden light beams are dancing between the branches, adorning the leaves as sparkling diamonds. Oh, the leaves couldn’t be more appealing, dressed up in red, orange and yellow.
A few minutes here is enough to recharge me, now n.115 is waiting for me. A dark and claustrophobic room where days and nights blend with one another, a cell I’ve designed for myself to keep the distractions away. The work needs to be done, timing is pressing.
Joining Sadje’s WDYS.
magic ritual when the true self is revealed the dawn is welcome
W3 prompt this week is offered by the lovely Sadje. She asks us to:
I’ve chosen a Senryu (5-7-5 lines) to express my passion for writing, mostly journaling.
Am I real? Can people see me as I am? Or I’m an illusion of time and space, I can’t be seen or felt. Do I need their approval to be me? To exist? To be plenty? Is love dependent on feedback, or can love survive in one direction only? Joining Sadje - WDYS
A flash of light is entering through the window Bodies start to stretch after the long night. Good morning, bonjour, bom dia, buen dia, guten morgen … Many languages contained in a small space, all the dreams and expectations A baby babbling at the left, a toddler asking ‘are we there yet?’ at the right People are moving in the aisle, rushing for the lavatories The cabin crew is busy, checking if everyone is ok and collecting the night trash The coffee fragrance spreads along the plane, soon breakfast will be served, the landing approaches. Welcome to …“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
Is it possible to explain love To someone who never loved before Using pen as a tool Is it possible ordinary words Describe how profound and infinite Love is To the fools that never loved before Words and love there is no place In their hearts A flame is powerful A way to erase the abstract feeling Only known to who truly feels it Is it possible …
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