Tween earth and sky
It’s you and I.
Twins of bone and blood.
Squishing toes in mud.
The rain and snow may fall,
But WE are one and all.
None better than the rest,
With love within the breast.
Tag Archive: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Per Linda: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
It didn’t snow last year. At least not much. But this year Winter didn’t even allow Fall to happen.
Thank goodness Evening allows Morning.
Cellphone ready. While others share the cellular leaf changes resulting in reds and gold’s, here in the Oregon Outback, in a high desert town called Christmas Valley we skip Spring and Fall and move from Summer to Santa’s Winter.
Poor Kali can’t go out and play. It’s so deep she wouldn’t be able to move.
Well, it’s beautiful! Celebrate!
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favorite word.” Decide on your favorite word and use it in your post any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I have three favorite words. Without going into why, my first choice is pusillanimous. It means, to me, small minded. I think I fell in love with this one over 30 years ago. Other definitions include timid, lack of courage or confidence. With social anxiety getting worse I’m claiming the second definition. Small minded, though, I am not. When the world presents you with no safe haven showing courage seems wrong. One needs to grow their mind and embrace what you can learn through love. I’m working on it.
Do you remember vocabulary days from grade school? I can’t remember why I went to the kitchen, but I remember when I learned Abhor and Aloof. I’m guessing it was “A” day. It does seem these words combined could result in pusillanimity. Severe hatred combined with standoffishness.
My next favorite word is onomatopoeia. Isn’t it marvelous? A word that means words for sounds. And isn’t it fun to see other languages define cockadoodledoo or belch?
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “element.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
The elemental chart brings me to yawns. As crazy as I always was about science, chemistry class about did me in. Never a morning person, chemistry was first period. My teacher was a monotoned speaker. I did still come around for labs. I had a geek for a lab partner. She was fun and taught me well. I think it was due to her that I made a solid C+.
I always thought I could have done so much better if the class was later. If the teacher more excited about the subject matter. And if I could have approached the lessons with more creativity.
Drawing and coloring maps made the geography real. Singing the elements would have helped as little ditties always helped me remember. Games could have solidified information. I wish I was my own teacher!
Oh, nevermind. We all know my element. Creativity. Throw in some yarn and I’m in my element.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bowl.” Use it as a noun or a verb—use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
They say life is a bowl of cherries.
Not today.
I woke in the middle of the night for a potty break. As I opened the door, I stepped in a puddle. Ugh!
We are religious about dripping faucets when temps are predicted for below 40, so this was a surprise. Nothing is so yucky as schlepping through a soggy floor. Then the wet pants leg when pulling up pj pant. Yech!
Now 8 couldn’t sleep. Dry clothes change, then a brain that wouldn’t stop catastrophizing.
So I got up and read in the living room. The sock I was working on needed a full frogging.
Five hours later my brother got busy removing shower walls and assessing the problem.
I got busy bringing all the things I could to the living room to get it out of the restroom off the wet floor. And a chance to clean and organize.
My brother and husband went to our few stores to find the parts they needed.
Around 7pm I was eating a bowl of popcorn to help me warm up. My husband complained of chest pains. The VA told him to go to the ER. 150 miles from home. We are here now.
So far all seems okay. All his numbers are good. I’m thinking coffee. It’s 10:30. Even if we left now we wouldn’t get home til midnight. Oh the joy of living in the country.
Per Linda:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “happy place.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of “happy place.” Have fun!
In my heart of hearts, this is my happy place:
Since that is far, far away and impossible to get to, this is my happy place:
It keeps me out of trouble and gives me peace.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “back of the fridge.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “back of the fridge.” Enjoy!
Ooh, that looks so nice! All that healthy produce! Ah, but don’t look in the back of the fridge. The light guy, you know, the one who turns on the light when you open the door? Yeah, he’s shy. And for good reason. He is busy with science experiments he doesn’t want us to know about. See that big plant? An escapee. It’s intelligent life from another planet. Light guy kicked him out. It was trying to mate with the rest of the produce.
Never go to the back of the fridge!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!
Message me, I tapped.
Meanwhile, no answer. Nothing is worse than a lack of response. Especially if you are a mom.
We moms have huge imaginations. If there is a worse case scenario we’ve witnessed it in our heads. From that idea comes the litany of emotional repercussions. They hate us. We hurt them unbearably, we’re sure.
Rationale doesn’t hit. We have to work to find it.
Finally, there’s a new message.
Sorry, Mom. I was asleep. Or I was working.
Total relief from meandering worry, and the mess in our heads. Maybe we need to up the meds.
Darswords 
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