Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below.
Other Blogs and Journals
containing the continuing writing adventures of Prosperous Snow writing poetry
"The Snowflake Chronicles"
"More Snow Melt"
"Writing in Snow"
"Welcome to My Life"
"Memories of Snow"
"Dreams of Snow "
Poet999's Thoughts about Writing and Other Stuff http://poet999writingthoughts.blogspot.com/
Poet999 - A Butterfly Emerges From Her Cocoon http://poet999.blogspot.com/
It's War Chest Wednesday! The November 6, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
Have you ever had a paranormal experience? Tell us about it. If not, do you believe in the paranormal? Why or why not?
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines paranormal as something that is "very strange and not able to be explained by what scientists know about nature and the world".1 Do I believe in the paranormal? Given the proceeding definition of paranormal, my answer is yes. I believe that there are phenomena on this planet and in the universe that science cannot, at present, explain, therefore, I believe in the paranormal.
Have I ever experienced the paranormal? Yes, I have experienced these phenomena several times in my life. As a child, I saw an Unidentified Fly Object that could not have been a normal airplane because of the way it flew. When I moved to Las Vegas, I lived in half of a duplex that was haunted by a shadow figure who stood in the hall and watched the dining-living room. From that door he (I got the distinct feeling it was male) could see everything going on in that part of the house. Since about 2005 or 2006, I have experienced "something" ringing my doorbell every 29 or 30 days between 11:30 pm and 12:30 am. When I go to the door there is no one at the door and I cannot see anyone in the front yard when I look out the living room window. As far as I can tell or feel, whoever or whatever is ringing the doorbell is harmless, but I am not going to go outside in the middle of the night to find out.
Thought of the Day: "But I do believe in the paranormal, that there are things our brains just can't understand." - Art Bell
The November 5, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
There was an interesting article on MSN http://news.msn.com/science-technology/why-do-some-brains-enjoy-fear-1 today.
What qualities do "scary things" share across cultures or does it vary widely? What do you think?
Article: Why do some brains enjoy fear?
Author: Allegra Ringo
Questions this article ask
"Why do some people like the feeling of being scared, while others don’t?"
The exhilarating feeling you get after you experience the "flight or fight response"
This "natural high" is caused by the release of dopamine.
The feeling of confidence the person has when the experience is over.
"What happens in our brains when we’re scared? Is it different when we’re scared “in a fun way” versus being actually afraid?"
The brain's lightning fast reaction helps assess the situation as "fun".
"What qualities do “scary things” share across cultures, or does it vary widely?"
There are two types of fear.
Innate or genetic fears
Shared characteristics of monsters across the world
Terrifying because they violate the laws of nature
They return from the dead
Either a non-human or semi-human creature
Cause fear because they do not make sense, which engenders dissonance
Have a "blurred relationship with death and the body"
"What are some early examples of people scaring themselves on purpose?"
Scaring people by surprising them in dark and unusual places
"There’s a common belief that if you meet somebody for the first time in a fearful situation, you'll feel more attached or more attracted to that person than you would if you'd met them in a low-stress situation. Is there any truth to that?"
Powerful hormones released when we are happy or afraid
Humans build a special closeness when excited
Two things to remember about fear
All monsters in every cultural have one thing in common, which is violating the laws of nature.
Fear excites people and this excitement builds closeness.
It's War Chest Tuesday! The November 5, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
What's your idea of the perfect vacation?
What is my perfect vacation?
My perfect vacation
is long enough to let me
enjoy myself, relax, and see the sights,
but short enough
to prevent me getting homesick.
My perfect vacation
is a combination
and spiritual enlightenment.
It's Wildcard Monday! The November 4, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
Are you competing in NaNoWriMo this month? Have you ever participated in the past? Tell us about your experience.
If you have not competed, do you ever want to? How do you combat writer's block?
Yes, I am NaNoWriMoing! I have participated in the past, I am participating in the present, and I intend to participate in the future. The title of my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel is "Midnight in Suburbia" and my word counts as of Sunday, November 3, is 5,389.
How do I combat writer's block? Writer's block is just another obstacle to overcome. This year, I am doing the sprint exercises which helps because I don't have time to think or worry about writer's block. Another way is to view each day's writing as a chapter in the life of the novel. I take one chapter at a time and focus on the action in that chapter. This year, I'm writing the name of a character as part of the chapter title and then under the character name I write an action or theme for that chapter. Those are the titles of my chapters. For an example of this see "NaNoWriMo Day 3: Chapter 3 - Daniella's Sense of Humor" and please excuse the misspelled words in this chapter because I have not yet completed a spell check on it.
Another way I combat writer's block is simply to start writing. When I begin my first sentence I know where my characters are located in the setting, but usually that is about it. I start writing and let the words flow. I guess you could say I get into the zone and once I am in the zone then I can write. This method works well for me during NaNoWriMo because that is when I am writing the rough draft of the novel and I don't have to worry about anything except getting the conversations and plot moving. When I begin rewriting the novel in December is when I will look closer at what I've written and pray most of it makes sense.
Thought of the Day: “A novel rough draft is like bread dough; you need to beat the crap out of it for it to rise.” - Chris Baty, No Plot? No Problem!: A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days
The Sunday Review! The November 3, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
Blog. Tell us about your week. Include your favorite blog entry from your fellow challengers from the preceding week and, most importantly, why. (Special Events: How was your Halloween? )
How was my week? All things considered, my week was all right. I finished the huge chunk of chocolate candy I had in the refrigerator. I had planned to use in in some sort of desert, but since I couldn't remember what desert I decided I would eat it for breakfast with my coffee and it took me two days to eat it. I had to manually reboot my cable modem for a second time in October and if I have to do it more then twice in November I'll have to call my internet provider to determine if there is a problem or if it's just cyberspace monsters playing tricks.
I have written 3,606 words on "Midnight in Suburbia" which is 7% of the November goal of 50,000 words. I have written two chapters, at least that what I like to call the daily NaNoWriMo exercises. In the two chapters, I have managed to complicate the plot and used foreshadowing to suggest that there is something wrong with the antagonist, who is the mother of my protagonist. I am using the sprint exercises this year, which seems to help with my word count. All though they don't do a lot for my spelling. I could write more words if I didn't go back and attempt to spell my typos or misspelled words properly. I can always run a spell check after I copy the sprint exercise to the chapter document.
How was my Halloween? My Halloween was good. I found my witches hat and wore it all day Halloween. I turned out the porch light so I wouldn't have any trick or treaters coming to the door. I didn't have any candy or treats to give them and even if I did have it I would still have turned the porch light out because I didn't want to deal with them this year.
What is my favorite blog entry and why? This week I know what my favorite blog entry is and I can tell you why, but next week may be a different story. My favorite entry was composed by Brother Nature and it is "Alone, Afraid, and Naked." because of the costumes. I like both costumes and the descriptions were well-written.
Created in October
It's Creation Saturday! The November 2, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
What was your favorite subject in school? Imagine you are teaching your favorite subject, to any grade level you choose. How would you conduct your class?
Create a lesson plan if you want. How do you believe students learn best?
My favorite class in grade school was recess.
My favorite class in junior high (middle school) was gym.
My favorite class in high school was drama.
My favorite classes in college were creative writing and the computer courses.
Thinking back over my formal education, I realize that the reason I liked these courses (all though, I'm not sure that recess can be considered a formal class) was their excitement and creativity. Unlike math and some of the other courses, these weren't boring and I had some choice in what I would do. If I had a choice, I would teach recess. The reason I chose recess is that kids don't seem to know how to have fun without having some piece of technology in their hands. Don't get me wrong, I think technology is wonder and problem the most fun an individual can have sitting down, but children need recess to learn to enjoy and appreciate nature without the use of technology.
Recess, as a class, is intended to last between 30 and 55 minutes; just long enough to give children a break between more strenuous and structured courses. The class would enter a school gymnasium or secured (fenced in) playground. (In my day playgrounds were open and unfenced, but we're living in a different world and playgrounds can't be too secure.)
On the first day, the students will hand the instructor the signed permission slips from their parents which allow the children to take the class. Then the instructor would go over the rules verbally and give each child a handout of the rules to take home to their parents (the parents should have already received a copy when the child was enrolled in the class, but you can't be too careful when it comes to rules.
Rule 1: No bullying! Any child caught bullying another child will immediately go to the principles office and then detention for a specified number of hours or days (depending on the principles discretion on the outcome of the principle-parent conference).
Rule 2: No technology allowed on the playground or in the gym. All technological items must be place in the hands of the instructor until after recess.
Rule 3: If the student feels unwell or is somehow hurt during recess contact the instructor immediately for an escort to the nurses office.
The following day would encourage creativity, sharing, enjoyment, and playing nice.
Quote of the Day: “Play gives children a chance to practice what they are learning…. They have to play with what they know to be true in order to find out more, and then they can use what they learn in new forms of play.” – Fred Rogers of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood
It's Funny Scary Friday! It's November 1, 2013 and the prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you in real life? This can a Halloween memory, or not. For a chance to win a merit badge, read the rules in this forum: "Blogging Bliss Newsletter Forum" and post a link to your entry over there as well as in the "30-Day Blogging Challenge" forum (Back-up Prompt: What Halloween costume are you most proud of, and which are you most embarrassed by? If you did not celebrate Halloween, is all this Halloween talk making you wish you had?)
I responded to the "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" October 31 prompt in "Bone Chilling and Paralyzing Terror" and posted it to the "30-Day Blogging Challenge" forum, so I'll go on the toe Back-up Prompt.
I'm not celebrating Halloween this year for a several reasons. First, Mom and I stopped celebrating Halloween about 2008 or 2009 because Mom began going to bed before the monsters and screechers begin going door-to-door and I didn't enjoy giving out candy without Mom. I tried once to give out candy and treats in 2010, while I enjoyed the experience, it wasn't the same without Mom being awake to assists.
This year I'm not giving out treats because there are too many Halloween memories and I didn't purchase any candy or snacks to give the little monsters. I thought it was lack of planning, but I realize now it had more to do with the memories then lack of planning for it. I purchased a bag of candy corn for myself, so I could have purchased other types of snacks for the trick or treaters, but didn't. Perhaps next year, I have 365 days to think about what I want to do at Halloween 2014. In the meantime, I might use some of my memories in stories. I might even use some of the in "Midnight in Suburbia" , all though at this point I'm planning to begin the novel at Thanksgiving instead of Halloween.
As for Halloween costumes, I don't remember the costumes as much as I remember the trick or treating. I enjoyed going trick or treating because my my mother or grandfather always took us from house to house. I think I enjoyed that more then the experience of getting candy or dressing up like a witch or something else. I remember that one year, my youngest brother, Tom, said "What's Up Doc!" instead of "Trick or Treat". I also remember that one of my brother's (I think it was Frank) said "Whoo, Ding Dong, Ding Dong!" He was attempting to imitate a train.
Then there was the lady who gave out suckers and religious pamphlets. I think she was a Jehovah Witness, but I'm not sure about that. Anyway once a week she also had religious classes in her home. I didn't think there was that much difference between what she taught us in her Friday afternoon class and what I learned in the Southern Baptist Sunday school every week. I remember the stories in both classes being the same Bible stories. I think one of the most important lesson I learned was that there wasn't that much difference between the Christian domination's. I know there must have been difference, but at the time I didn't see any because the Bible stories were the same.
Quote of the Day: "From ghoulies and ghosties and long leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us!" - Scottish Saying
The October 31, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
What is the scariest/spookiest (real life) thing that has ever happened to you?
I can remember being truly terrified only twice in my life. I know why I felt bone chilly terror the first time. This incident occurred when I was in high school and living in Shawnee, Oklahoma. It was winter, probably sometime in November or December, and I was in bed snuggling under three or four layers of blankets and quilts. I think I was laying on my back when I woke up, opened my eyes, and saw a spider crawling over the edge of my covers toward my face. I screamed, threw the covers off, and was standing up on the bed when my stepfather came into the room. This was traumatic, in more ways then one, because he did not believe the spider frightened me and he just laughed at the incident.
The second incident of terror took place in Las Vegas, when Mom and I were living on Sunrise Avenue. I am still not sure why I was so terrified because there were no spiders and I was the only person in the bathroom. I was putting the tooth paste back in the medicine cabinet, it was the type with a mirror on one side, I started to close the cabinet's door and look in the mirror. Suddenly I was paralyzed with fear. I could not move a muscle for several seconds. I just knew that if I closed the cabinet door and looked into the mirror I would see some horrible monster looking back at me. After I was able to move, I closed the cabinet door, without looking into the mirror, and left the bathroom. My one regret, concerning this incident, is that I did not look in the mirror after I closed the door. I doubt that I would have seen anything, except a half-asleep woman wishing she could get another hour or so of sleep. I have not felt paralyzing fear since.
The October 30, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing, or event from the last month of your life into the glistening marble of immortality.
Whats the statue and what makes it so significant?
The statue is a monarch butterfly emerging from its cocoon. The cocoon represents the earthly or material plain where my soul received it education and developed the spiritual attributes that will give it shape and cloth it in the spiritual realm. The monarch butterfly represents my soul finally breaking free from matter and ascending into the the world of God.
My soul is a Lepidoptera
hidden in the chrysalis of matter.
I am still working on this concept and attempting to create a poem. I have contemplated this idea off and on for several years. I have attempted to write poems about it. I am not happy with any of the poems, so I put the idea on the shelf for a while and work on something else. I always come back to the idea that the human soul is an unknown species of Lepidoptera. Perhaps I should attempt to use it in a story rather then writing a poem. Maybe I could express it better in a short story or novel.
The October 29, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
You've been invited to spend a night at a Haunted Castle. What would you pack?
Since an invitation suggests that the room and meals are paid for, I would take enough travelers checks to purchase souvenirs and incidentals. I wouldn't want to take a credit or debit card because the Haunted Castle could be a con to steal my identity; I don't know why anyone (except perhaps a ghost) would want to steal my identity considering my credit rating is laying under a headstone in the cemetery, but it always pays to be over cautious in these situations.
What else would I take with me? A prayer book so that I could say prayer for the departed. If it really is a Haunted Castle then the spirit is probably hanging on their for one reason or another. The ghost or spirit could be hanging on because it either doesn't know its body died or unfinished business, but either way it never hurts to say prayer for the spirit that is haunting the place.
I would also take two decks of playing cards. I almost positive that any ghost haunting a castle hasn't had much experience playing solitary on a computer and it's difficult to play double solitary on a computer anyway. Since I have no intention of offering the ghost a separate computer because of the time it would take to instruct the poor fellow or gal on the proper use of a computer. All though, I might want to take more then two decks of cards in case there is more then one ghost, I mean I don't want to insult any ghost by not having enough cards for several games of double, triple, or quadruple solitary. I know if I were a ghost, I'd be insulted if someone came to my Haunted Castle and didn't bring enough cards for me to play solitary or any other game my friends or I wanted to play.
The October 28, 2013 prompt "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
For many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?
It is October in Las Vegas
and the triple digit temperature
are yesterday's nightmare.
It is October in Las Vegas
and the unpredictability
between warm and cold temperatures
is a pleasant transformation.
It is October in Las Vegas
and autumn's windchill factor
is as unnoticeable
as the moon on a cloudy night.
Food for Thought: "Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."- George Eliot
|It may be a few days early to review October, but since I begin my November Goals Spreadsheet today I thought I would review the past four weeks. October (up to this point) has been an interesting and somewhat stressful month. I say somewhat stressful because I suspect it could have been worse; however, I always think everything can get or could be worse. Unfortunately, I have a tendency to look on the dark side and sometimes think that "the glass is half empty" instead of "half full". On this brisk Autumn morning, I am not feeling that way, I am looking on the bright side and enjoying the nice fall temperatures after Las Vegas' "long hot summer.
This morning, I had to manually reboot the cable modem again this month. This is a rare occurrence, which might happen once a year or so. This is the first time I have had to reboot it twice in one month. It is not difficult to do, I do not even have to call technical support when it happens now. If I need to reboot the modem, I simply unplug or turn the modem or turn the surge protector off. Normally, I unplug the modem, plug it back in, and wait for all the lights to come on. If I can learn to do something myself, I will because I do not like calling technical support for every minor irritation or hiccup in the system.
I received a Tree in a Box, at an event I attended on October 19 which I have to plant the seeds before the first Wednesday in November. November 6 is my next grief counseling group meeting. I received the tree seeds at the Smile Again Celebration and my counselor ask everyone in the group to plant their tree before the next meeting. I need to purchase a container to put the tree in and I cannot do that until after November 1 or 3, my Social Security check is supposed to hit my bank account sometime between the fist and the third of the month. Since the third is on a Sunday, it should it the bank on Friday, November 1; however, this month it did not arrive until October 4, so I will wait until after I see the money in my account to plan a tree to the nursery.
Plant a tree for someone who has passed
beyond this dark veil
and stepped into paradise.
Food for Thought: “The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.” - Anonymous
The October 25, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
How much of a role does social media (outside of WDC) affect your life? (i.e. Twitter, Facebook, etc.)
I was dragged kicking and screaming into acquiring a Facebook account by one of my brothers. At first I checked my account once a month, if I thought about it. Then I began checking the account on a weekly basis. The next step was checking the account daily. I am now logging into Facebook at least three times a day (I don't know how often I log into Facebook each day). Considering the number of time I log into writing.com (I log into writing.com more then Facebook) and Facebook during the day and night, I have come to the conclusion that I have no life except online.
I will not admit to being addicted to Facebook, while I do admit an addiction to writing.com. I have no social life, in fact, I am considering joining a an online dating site for people over 60. I have not joined yet, but I expect to join in the near future. I do not participate in any Facebook games, but I am a member of a couple of groups on Facebook. I would like to participate in more real world (is that the right phrase for off line socializing) activities, right now the only real world activities I participate in are spiritual. I attend the nineteen day Feasts and Holy Day celebrations.
I just went over to Facebook and did I have been doing for the last few weeks or is it months (the days seem to run together) I got distracted by the post and began reading them. This has happened to me a lot lately, but November and NaNoWriMo is coming. Fortunately, I will not have time during November to do much of anything. I think I will compose a post to let everyone on Facebook know I will not be posting much because of NaNoWriMo.
Friends, Family, Classmates, and Acquaintances:
Please forgive my absence in November,
Do not worry about me
if I do not update on a daily basis;
I am NaNoWriMoing
and may only have time for a weekly post
about my word count.
that in December
I will return
to daily status updates.
The October 24, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
All of these words were coined by Shakespeare, cold hearted, lustrous, savagery ,swagger and watchdog. Try using these words in a story or a poem. Have fun!
I am sure Shakespeare had a dream or perhaps a nightmare about National Novel Writing Month when he coined those words because they fit the emotional roller coaster that occurs during November.
The lustrous visions
of writing 50,000 words
glistens in the mad minds
of authors waiting for November
the arrival of NaNoWriMo.
You can tell by their swagger
that they have the planted the dagger
of their self-confidence
into the icy soul of their fears.
They have turned doubt's
cold hearted savagery
into a pen mightier
then any nuclear bomb
and loosed the watchdog
of their muse
the serpents of trepidation.
Food for Thought: “There's an old folk saying that goes: whenever you delete a sentence from your NaNoWriMo novel, a NaNoWriMo angel loses its wings and plummets, screaming, to the ground. Where it will likely require medical attention.” - Chris Baty
The October 21, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.
On would think, that since I am not a nudist, have no intention of joining a nudist colony, and would be extremely embarrassed if anyone caught a glimpse of me in the nude, that clothes would be very important to me. I once thought clothes were important to me, as well; however, since I have begun packing up my closet and my wardrobe, I have come to realize that clothes may not be as important to me as I once thought.
It's true have never been nor will I ever be a fashionista or a clotheshorse, I used to think I had a fairly good since of style. I was wrong!. I have come to the conclusion that my sense of style falls somewhere between 1950s frump and bag lady chic. For several years, after leaving the work force, I dressed all in black. I wore long black dress or skirts, with dark colored blouses, whenever I went out in public. I looked like a witch without a pointed hat.
Sometime within the past couple of years, I decided that part of the reason for my depression was the color of the clothing I was wearing. I decided that I would be a happier person if I wore reds and brighter colored clothing. This was all well and good, I had a red dress (one red dress), which I took to wearing every time I left the house. Red is a beautiful and joyous color, but eventually I got tired of wearing the same dress to every event I attended. I no longer wear the red dress, I now wear a flowered (one size fits all) dress everywhere I go. Again, I am getting tired of wearing the same dress to every event I attend.
I think the only solution is to go shopping for some new clothes or at least clothes that are new to me. There are several nice secondhand stores in Las Vegas that sell beautiful clothes. Opportunity Village has a second hand store, I am not sure what it is called or even where it is, but if I remember correctly they have nice clothes. I think as soon as I get some extra money to spend on something beside bills, I will go shopping for some clothes. I have not been clothes shopping in several years, I think the last time I went into a second hand store or a regular department store was around 2006 or 2007, so I deserve a new wardrobe. Even if I do not deserve a new wardrobe, I am going to purchase some nice secondhand clothes and maybe even a new dress.
Dress for the weather
in winter wear red sweaters:
standout in the snow.
Thought of the Day: "People seldom notice old clothes if you wear a big smile." ~ Lee Mildon
|Last night, I celebrated the Birth of the Bab at the Baha'i Center in Las Vegas, Nevada. On October 20, 1819, the Bab was born in Shiraz, Persia to Siyyid Muhammad-Ridá (a merchant) and, his wife, Fátimih-Bagum; Siyyid 'Alí-Muhammad was the Bab's given name.2 The Bab is a title meaning the Gate.3 Every year Baha'is all over the world celebrate the Birth of the Bab beginning at sunset on the evening of October 19 and ending at sunset on October 20.
The Baha'is in the Las Vegas area celebrated the Bab's birth with scripture readings, music, prayers, and food. I enjoyed myself and I saw friends I have not seen in several years. One of the hosts of the celebration sent me home with cookies and vegetables. I ate cookies for breakfast this morning, I know I should eat other things for breakfast besides cookies; however, since I live alone and do not have to be a good example for anyone except myself I had chocolate chip and raisin-oatmeal cookies for breakfast. I will eat some of the veggies with my lunch today; I like veggies better for lunch then breakfast anyway.
When Mom was alive and able to get out of the house at night, we attended the celebration of the Birth of the Bab together. I missed Mama last night, but I did not cry then. This morning is different, this morning I want to cry because Mom was not with me last night to celebrate this Holy Day. I know she is in paradise celebrating this day with the Bab himself; however, I still missed Mom last night and wished she could have been there with me.
The October 18, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
If you died suddenly and at random, would you want your friends on WDC to know what had happened to you?
I should die suddenly,
and without forewarning,
please tell the world of my passing
proclaim it across cyberspace,
and in the obituary column
of every newspaper
I want the world to know
that I once lived,
and played upon the Earth.
Yes, I want my friends on WDC to know what happened to me. I do not want anyone to ask "Do you know what happened to Snow?" I want everyone on the planet to know, even if they ask "Who is Snow?" I want them to know I was here for a short few years writing about "the changes and chances of outrageous fortune". I want one or more of my friends to go to my offsite blogs and post a last remembrance or a funny joke.
At my funeral, I want bagpipes to play "Amazing Grace" and all the mourners to read poetry or prayers. After my casket is lowered into the ground and covered with dirt, I want everyone to go to a restaurant and order coffee with death by chocolate cake or some other decedent desert. At the restaurant I want them to read my poetry or their poetry or somebody's. I want my friends and family to celebrate my life and, even if I am 110 years old when I die, I want them to say "Snow died too young!"
I want the entire world to know that my song has not died. I want them to know that I am still singing, I am just singing in another dimension, my voice is echoing on another plain of existence. I want everyone to know that the body that was placed in my coffin was not the real me, rather the cup holding the coffee and that my spirit, was like the steam rising from a hot cup of coffee, the memory is still percent after the steam has dispersed.
Thought of the Day: “...Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.” ― Rosamunde Pilcher, September
Te October 16, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
What does success mean to you?
a chocolate chip cookie
dunked in hot coffee;
paying the power bill
for another month.
driving through heavy rush hour traffic
without encountering an accident.
attending the nineteen day Feast
and hearing the sacred scriptures read.
finding an affordable place to live
with cable hook up.
cutting the cable bundle cost
from $180 to $110 per month.
living each day
as if it will be your last
without the fear of death.
The October 15, 2013 prompt "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
For a moment today, time stands still but you can tweak one thing while its stopped. What do you do?
I started to give this entry the title A Tweak in Time Saves Nine, but then I realized that messing with the space-time continuum would probably screw things up worse and I wouldn't want that to happen. I especially wouldn't want to be the one to do it because that would increase the guild I feel over silly little things. Either that or it would mess up any chance I have of finishing NaNoWriMo in November.
If I was going to tweak something, it would be when the short sale of my house closed. I thought it was going to close on October 30, but I found out today that it may close on November 25. That is five days before the end of NaNoWriMo and if it closes that day it would (probably) mean I would be moving before the end of November. At least, this year I know one of the things that could cause me difficulties finishing the 50,000 words. Given the situation, as it is, I figure I will have to write 2,087 words a day to complete the goal by November 24.
I have to find a place (that I can afford) to live. I don't expect any help with the rent in the new place. I'm not looking on the negative side of the situation, I've simply given up any hope that the government, or perhaps I should say Congress, gives a damn about any other human being except. I hope I am proven wrong, but I'm not going to bet on it (even if I did gamble) I wouldn't bet on getting help from anyone except family members or friends who are in just about the same financial situation as myself.
I know I am going to survive. I know this will make me stronger spiritually. I just thought of something else I would tweak if time stopped for a moment, it would be my attitude, my thoughts. Lately, I been too focused on the limitations and not the possibilities, so I need to change my focus.
Food for Thought: "Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless." - Jamie Paolinetti
At the beginning of a new week,
I pour myself a cup of fresh brewed coffee
everything on my plate.
What are the things I need to do this week? I have to write because I cannot survive the stress or the upheaval caused by packing and moving without writing. I have thank you e-mails to send for the reviews I have received with an apology for being late. I have to write a pros and cons list for the one senior apartment I may be able to afford. I do not want to move there, but I may have not other choice. Therefore, a pros and cons list will help me accept the idea of moving out of Las Vegas.
At the beginning of a new week,
I sip my coffee
and think of all that I must accomplish
before the end of the week.
I have to finish paying the power bill. I have four meeting to attend (1) a Senior Fair on Tuesday, October 15, at 9:00 am, (2) the Feast of 'Ilm (Will) on Tuesday, October 15, at 7:30 pm, (3) my Grief Counseling Group on Wednesday, October 16, at 4:00 pm, and (5) To Smile again breakfast on Saturday, October 19, at 8:00 am. Is there anything else, besides saying prayers, that I need to do? I have to say prayers and write because those actions are the only things that keeps me sane. I also have to take stuff to the storage unit. I have to eat and I have to stop worrying.
Thought of the Day: “If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.” ― Christopher Moore, Practical Demonkeeping