I have been absent. Yes. And then Cee’s Share Your World digs deep.
Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes? Absolutely. Especially if the sun is ablaze. Or the park is absent of people. I think more clearly when distraction is minimal. I suppose that is true for most people. I like to think I, or rather we, are all special and need space to breathe.
When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light? I have candles. I have flashlights. I have a cell phone. I use whichever light pops into my mind first, and that depends on my mood. Romantic? Candles. Scared? Reach for the flashlight. Feeling modern? Hopefully my cell phone is charged.
Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers? I am working on my Capstone Project to address at-risk students contemplating dropping out of school, so I would definitely take the $100,000.00 and use it to jumpstart my non-profit. Whereby, I am inadvertently giving lots of strangers another chance to be something in the future.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? I love the time spent tutoring the homeless in Indianapolis. The first graders I see weekly, inspire me. And then this moment in Boston.
I am not without thoughts as every where I look and listen, I find another reason to turn.
Challenges are Fun!! J.A. Allen, author, has a challenge on her blog starting May 14 and runs for six weeks. Check it out. If you like. Break out. Take the plunge. Let your mind scribble…
I am an INFP
working to fix myself
I am an INFP writer working to fix my weaknesses. (Is this a confession?) I find the above information very helpful at the editing stage, which I only have begun. I started editing because I have been told my words are too abstract and confounding which is what I like to read but others may not. However we write I do think we attract those who enjoy our poetry or essays but I still like to make some sense.
Understanding personality and incorporating it with your Jung/Myers-Brigg score can provide useful insight to your writing style. Here and here are tests if you desire to know your personality acronym then search your four letter description and writing style here. This link is for my particular personality, however Andrea J. Wenger, author, has links for everyone. She also develops her characters from the personality types which is far more complicated for me than need be but I find it curious. You? Hope something here was helpful… Being helpful is what I love to be. 🙂 J
When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot?
Barefoot. I love socks but can only stand them for 10 minutes then off they go, lost in the fourth dimension. I hate slippers. Shoes are only worn to get service.
What was your favorite food when you were a child?
Spaghetti!! And tuna. Ok, it is SPAGHETTI!! I had serious food issues in teenhood and still do but then who doesn’t?
Are you a listener or talker?
Listener. Hate talking. Would rather write letters and pick just the right words…
Favorite thing to do (pick one): Photograph? Write? Or Cook?
Lately it is writing. Actually it is gardening but that is cheating since it is not on the list. So writing!!
“A story is a garden you carry in your pocket.” Alexandra Curry, author The Courtesan
What is the easiest way for your to learn something new? By reading, by seeing and doing, in a classroom?
I have to see and then do. I have terrible reading comprehension. I can read a whole book and remember only one thing about it. I do remember more than the title…I surmise the novel into one paragraph much like writing poetry.
Thanks for reading my blog. It makes my day since most people never delve into the depths of my sea. Ok, it is probably because they can’t stand me but hey… J😎💛💋
Scrabble is a fun way to learn new words and an attempt to concoct words in order to win (aka Jeff). My wonder word of the night: quiet and 66 points. Oh yeah! Indeed, I did tone down the competition and enjoy a rare evening with my husband and son, but I did win.
I discovered two new words thanks to dictionary.com: laker and roe, both related to water.
1. a person associated with a lake, as a resident, visitor, or worker.
2. a ship designed for navigating on lakes especially the Great Lakes (my favorite lakes).
3. a fish found in lakes or caught in a lake, especially the lake trout.
4.(initial capital letter) any one of the Lake Poets, William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and Robert Southey
‘T is said, fantastic ocean doth enfold
The likeness of whate’er on land is seen;
But if the Nereid sisters and their queen,
Above whose heads the tide so long hath rolled,
The dames resemble whom we here behold,
How fearful were it down through opening waves
To sink, and meet them in their fretted caves.
Withered, grotesque, immeasurably old,
And shrill and fierce in accent! Tear it not:
For they earth’s fairest daughters do excel;
Pure, undecaying beauty is their lot;
Their voices into liquid music swell,
Thrilling each pearly cleft and sparry grot,
The undisturbed abodes where sea-nymphs dwell! –Wordsworth
And not to overlook roe…
Roe: noun. 1400-1450.
1. the mass of eggs, or spawn, within the ovarian membrane of the female fish.
2. the milt or sperm of the male fish.
3. the eggs of any of various crustaceans, as the coral of the lobster.
Ever run out of gas in your vehicle?Twice. True stories. I am grateful nothing of this magnitude has happened since 1998.
The first time (1987) I was “running out” of gas. I was driving home to Wisconsin, heading south on Hwy 94 from Ann Arbor, Michigan. I was traveling in the middle of a blizzard with three inches of snow covering my windshield. The wipers were not working as the snow was too heavy and wet. The side windows were not rolling down. So I started praying because I thought it would take a miracle to get off a busy HWY with cars passing me, probably going 50 MPH.
And so it was a miracle. My car drove itself up an interstate ramp. I opened my car door to find my feet land in a gas station parking lot. I was lucky I did not veer left or right because I would have ended up in a steep ditch. (I tell this story a lot.)
The second time (1998) I drifted home on fumes. Fumes and a lot of prayer. I was over a mile from home and felt the car stalling. When I laid on the gas pedal it made no revving noise. The fuel tank was empty. With each wheel rotation I whispered another heartfelt plea. The car and I safely skated home on hot summer tar. Once again I was saved by spiritual energy. (I tell this story often as well.)
Which are better: black or green olives? There is a new olive at our grocery story that consumes my taste: a Chilean green olive marinated in spicy oil.
If you were a great explorer, what would you explore? I am a rock hound. I have several fossils and various stones collected from visited beaches, woods, deserts, mountains and even one piece of rock from a famous prison and an Edith Wharton stone picked up at her house. So, wherever I go, and only on earth, I would need to know there are plentiful earth pieces to treasure and carry home, that obviously would fit in my pockets.
Quotes List: At least three of your favorite quotes?
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Tears and more tears. I know smiles sprout eventually and it is the sorrowful seasons that bring wisdom and knowledge.
Sorry for posting so much. Most of what I write is for myself and i throw it out for reaction. I think i also write to know i am alive, even if some days i feel death approach.
No, you are not insignificant, you mean much to me, a sounding board for thoughts. Often my thoughts are drafty, need tightening up to keep the cold wind from blowing death towards my efforts. To keep darkness at bay. Regardless, darkness is inevitable within each of us, no matter how hard we try to be light. Every one burns out eventually, become a mere mirage of themselves. But if i die, it is because i, i am the cause of my future and only me.
I read an interesting new year post that caused me to think and i love those posts being a thinker of sorts. My conclusion to her post was this:
i find myself needing to project someone into the future, a someone who i can identify with and pursue her. That her is me. j
Is that not what life is about? Searching the elusiveness of our presence. We appear but are ghosts of the past, present and future. I am not just flesh and bones, but spirit leaving a mark on you and even strangers as i pass them by. They make judgments by what they see, if they notice me. We all make judgments. Criticize our weight, our creativeness, compare ourselves to those we think are geniuses and leaving our potential behind, failing to grow in search of ourselves.
I am insignificant. I am nobody, and yet i feel my breath. I wait each moment to hear another sigh, another hello, another goodbye. Who i am at the end, i hope she is the person i want her to be.
I am absolutely not the most organized of people but I have found an ability to come up with a theme for my life, every year, for the past few. So, here is to 2017 and a purpose to live life to the fullest. Cheers!
Another year approaches.
Another year departs.
This will be a monumental year for me. I will finally graduate with my Bachelor’s in Social Work (12/16/2017). I was officially sworn in, 12/11/2016, by Judge Johnson as a Child Advocate for the juvenile court system of Indianapolis and I look forward to meeting the child I will represent. I had privilege to sit in court one day to hear cases and it was absolutely an experience. My husband’s biggest worry is the toll it takes, bearing witness to the impoverished mind. I have compassion for these people, they have lost their way.
I wonder who are the cruelest of people? We sit in judgment not to cast doubt on their ability to parent but rather to correct wrong behavior and yet they continually fail to understand. They give up their rights out of weariness. I hope I can be a champion for one child, bring a voice to the mute. I pray lives are mended and forgiveness a balm to broken hearts. I pray for wisdom as I listen to the story of one child, one family in a sea of others.
Every face tells a story and how often we fail to read the truth.
And to not forget my love, to write, I hope to post suitable pieces as often as possible. I absolutely look forward to blogging friends as respite from all other things in my life.