soap-lock (n) a lock of hair worn on the temple and kept smoothly in place by being soaped: hence, any lock brushed apart from the rest of the hair and carefully kept in position.
sackbut (n) a medieval musical instrument of the trumpet family
I’m the hundred dollar textbook you caressed with pink and yellow highlighters. Café smudges and coffee spills grace my tree-murdered pages. How long before there’s no one left alive who remembers my name?
Trifecta Week 101 Challenge: we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the above picture.
You might think, because of the nature of these book related pictures from various Facebook pages, that I have spent my entire Sunday reading. But I haven’t. I’m saving that for tomorrow, day two of two days off. I’m part way through The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt, which is turning out to be a book with no end in sight. Had to take a break.
What I’ve actually been doing today is making myself feel less sad about the fact that there are only two seasons of Downton Abbey available on Netflix by watching The Good Wife instead. I didn’t notice how many seasons there are to get through on that one, but I’ll take a serious stab at getting to the end of them.
It’s a hard life I know, but don’t worry, I’m managing okay.
groak (v.) to watch someone who is eating or to stare longingly at someone else’s food in the hope of being offered a portion of their scrumptious bounty, or better yet, being asked to join them.
clinomania (n.) the excessive desire to stay in bed
What one thought will you focus on this year to bring more peace? Call it a mantra, a resolution, a pebble in the pond of your consciousness that will send out ripples of peace throughout the year.
I have a female brain. I’ve decided to blame it for the fact that some days I can’t seem to focus on one thought for five minutes, so choosing a thought to last a year is a daunting task.
My mantras change with the weather. But they’re all good ones. Here’s a list which skims the top of the many different ones that go galumphing through my head. I know, that doesn’t sound very peaceful, does it? But if I can grab hold of a calming thought and breathe it in, I can also breathe it out. May you find some small thing here to soothe your soul.
1. Everything you go through, grows you.
2. You were given this life because you are strong enough to handle it.
3. Choose to see the good stuff.
4. Let it out or it will eat you away.
5. Feel everything deeply, both the pain and the joy.
6. Find the calm in the storm.
7. Be still and listen.
8. Create something beautiful.
9. Do small things with great love.
10. Laugh. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
11. Just do it. Because why the hell not?
12. Do not let the world make you hard.
13. No one heals themselves by wounding another.
14. Try being informed instead of just opinionated.
15. Don’t waste the rain. Play in the puddles.
16. Choose kindness.
17. It’s okay to make glorious, amazing mistakes because that’s how you learn.
18. Be grateful.
19. Your life has purpose, your voice matters.
20. Tell your story.
my soul honors your soul
I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides
I honor the light, love, truth, beauty and peace within you
because it is also within me
in sharing these things we are united, we are the same,
we are one
It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn
(Supertramp, Goodbye Stranger)
I wasn’t really up before the dawn and it wasn’t actually yesterday, I think it was the day before, but let’s pretend for the sake of my awesome quote that no one cares about the details.
Every morning when I get out of bed I pull the curtains aside and look out into the backyard to see what the day looks like. And I guess to see if anything interesting is going on back there. Nothing ever is, but you never know. On this particular day the morning sky was absolutely gorgeous, so I grabbed my phone and took a picture through the bedroom window of….. the garage. Then I woke up a bit more and decided to put a little more effort and some zoom into it and came up with these.
A normal person might have put some clothes and shoes on and actually ventured outside to take clear pictures, but if I were one of those and had done that I think I might have missed it all. In the second last shot which was over to the right, the colors were less intense and soon it all started to lighten like that. By the time I had coffee made the sky was back to its regular faded winter ice blue.
I’m so happy I didn’t miss this! It was amazing. If you’ve never heard of or seen the color called ‘sky blue pink’ before, there you go. This is what it looks like.
Wanting to escape the cold night air and warm up somewhere – anywhere will do – he gives the heavy oak door a hard shove with his shoulder and steps inside. Restaurant? Bar? What is this place? It doesn’t matter. Quaint old tavern in the middle of a bad dream. He weaves his way through the crowd to the back and heaving a shuddering sigh sits down on the last stool. He rests his damp forehead in his cold hands. Just for a minute he closes his eyes.
He has to think, decide what to do next, find somewhere to spend the night. He is bone tired, broken. Maybe this is what defeat feels like. That nowhere place that cradles you before you fall asleep, the final giving up.
Her warm voice breaks through with a soft question and he shakes his head. Nope, I’m not okay. But if you’ve got coffee, or some hot soup…. His voice trails off when he looks at her face. God, not pity. Anything but that.
Then she smiles, gives her shoulders the faintest of shrugs and he can almost feel her compassion. It’s that powerful. Strong enough to warm him from the inside out. He hardly has time to process these thoughts before he’s cupping his hands around a big white bowl, inhaling the aroma of sweet thick chowder, scalding his tongue with his first impatient spoonful. Starving. For food, for tenderness, for the end.
A blast of cold air hits him in the gut when two men he recognizes all too well push through the door, obviously looking for somebody. For him. How in hell did their search lead them here?
She steps around the counter blocking him from their view, puts her hand over his and tells him to come with her. There’s a room in back where he can hide. Nothing about this makes sense, but he blindly follows her anyway. His life makes no sense. Still he doesn’t want to lose it. Not yet.
Trifecta: Week 110: Between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word
QUAINT (adjective) – unusual or different in character or appearance : ODD
– pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar