I asked this on an award thingie I was nominated for, and I got such interesting responses, I thought I’d ask it on Share Your World too: Do you have a favorite kind of tree?White Birch. I don’t really know why, I just love the way the bark has the black hash marks.
What bridges are you happy you burned?My college group of friends. They held so many grudges and their perceptions were so unlike mine that it became toxic. I used to cry about why this one won’t talk to me, or that one will. One of the group, who was like my best friend, got pregnant shortly after I had my second child. I crocheted a blanket and sent the gift to the shower. At the time Bob and I were both working full time and still struggling to pay bills, etc. I didn’t go to the baby shower because I would have had to take a shift off of work, I waitressed at the time. About a year later I saw this friend. I asked her what she had, she said a boy. I asked if she liked the blanket I made. She said she never even opened the box, it was up in the closet, because she was mad at me for not going to her baby shower.
Would you sacrifice yourself (die) for a stranger?Honestly, I don’t know. I mean if it was like going to work at a hospital where patients have COVID-19 then yes. If it was for the life of a child I think that would be a yes. But in the scheme of things who really knows? I think years ago it would have been more of a definite yes but now that my daughter has lost her father and her brother, I would be so afraid of leaving her with no-one.
How have your priorities changed since the C-19 virus took over?Not so much my priorities but my time management has. I realize also that I don’t need to do all the running around, shopping for things I don’t need.
I am grateful for: David and my daughter, my fairly healthy body, and the few friends who show me that they care about me just as much as I care about them.
Withershins- in a direction contrary to the natural one, especially contrary to the apparent course of the sun or counterclockwise: considered as unlucky or causing disaster. Brouhaha- excited public interest, discussion, or the like, as the clamor attending some sensational event; hullabaloo: an episode involving excitement, confusion, turmoil, etc., especially a broil over a minor or ridiculous cause: Competition Yesterday Ceiling Shoes Feather Scurry Tentacle Grief Tea Engine
She lies waiting
When she lays upon the bed looking at the sky She wonders where that feather went Maybe floating by?
She has a competition within herself for sure She looks up at the ceiling as she lies upon the floor.
Yesterday was just for fun as grief grips her with fear She scurries like a little mouse withershins is more near.
The brouhaha around her is like tentacles in her life knowing that her engine runs on vanity and strife.
For now she’ll sit upon the bed shoes thrown out on the floor drinking tea she made today hoping for a something more.
Many people want to believe, or do believe, that this is what we are. This is what we will be after we leave this life. That we have a light within us. A soul. Something that makes us what we are.
But once again, humans keep all of those things for themselves. Their egos, don’t put the light into flowers, trees, who live longer than we do, or other animals. Humans constantly elevate their own status, pretending that they are better, higher, more worthy, and special, than every other living thing. It’s just more conceit. More ego. It’s greedy and elitist. It’s blindness, of epic proportion.
I’m happy to be like a lion, bear, or frog. Those are my kind of “people.” I don’t really want to be part of all this holier than thou garbage. I don’t need, or want, a light. I don’t believe I have a…
I was reading blogs and came across a poem at https://timewarpdotblog.wordpress.com/ and I thought about a poem I wrote back in November. I thought it was for this blog but perhaps it was for Poetry Soup. Anyhow, here it is: