An overactive imagination is not helpful. I imagine coming out of this with a new focus on altruism, clean air, meaningful connections and a sense of gratitude for all that is good. But I also imagine the worst — communities at the brink of chaos, an uncertain future for our children, a lack of stability in food or finances. I’m Pollyanna — rainbows and sunshine, optimism at the new global consciousness and a commitment to our planet and fellow creatures. Other days I’m Wednesday Addams — darkness and dread and filled with a sense of despair that nothing good will come of this.
Category: 100 Words
100 Words – Things We Take For Granted
Things we take for granted:
one more year of good health and happiness;
a family to love;
a home to cultivate;
a profession to pursue;
errands to run;
dogs to walk;
closets to clean;
dinners to cook;
hugs to give;
children to raise;
books to read;
questions to ask;
thoughts to ponder;
goals to reach;
mentors to follow;
students to teach;
businesses to build;
friendships to acknowledge;
places to visit;
memories to make;
wonder to feel;
lessons to learn;
talents to explore;
prayers to pray;
help to offer;
connections to feel;
praise to give;
wishes to make;
dreams to live.
100 Words – Breathlessness
They say watch out for shortness of breath. But all our breaths are collectively held waiting for the latest infection count to be reported. If disease does not bring breathlessness, then anxiety will. Gripping at one’s chest and holding on as we try to avoid looking at the traffic accident on the news that is now being labelled ‘crisis management.’ Anger does not serve right now, nor does fear, indignance, a sense of injustice or disbelief. We will be able to look back on all of this at some point and assess it rationally. But that time is not now.
100 Words — Wildflower Picking…
Saturday morning, we are away from home with no laundry to do or projects to take on around the house. My eleven year old daughter wants to take a walk and pick wildflowers with me this morning. — Not going to say no to that!
100 Words:
She wanted to pick wildflowers. And so we padded up the country road, her tiny hand in mine, seeking out weedy bits of color. We’d pinch some off by the stems and others would come up entirely — flowers, stems and thready clumps of dirt where they’d been anchored to the ground. We chatted about nothing and noticed the delicacy of the petals as we pulled. Lacy bits of white with furry balloon petticoats, bright purple tear drops laddering up leafy stalks, clusters of tiny yellow petals on spidery green legs. She smiled, skipped and gave me kisses on my cheeks.
Intentional Mimi 