The moon appears in stages reminding us of life and our ever-changing journey. At the start of this year I made decisions that will affect my life moving forward. Pumped by my resolve the path was clear for me. I expected resistance and experienced some bumps on the road to what I call my rediscovery
This Friday I will reach a milestone marking the end of the the first part of the endeavor. I stopped to smell the roses on the way and realized that anything is possible when you want it bad enough.
So look up and let the moon guide you in stages. Be brave, be strong, and most importantly, always be you!
The fragrant smell of roses was my wake up call reminding me to savor the moment. How long had it been? Was it three or four years? Shuddering I dispelled the troublesome thoughts that continued to creep into my head, derailing me. I let my mind come back to the present. Today was going to be about me and I just hoped I could remember how to do that.
Taking my tea, I stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. I sat at the table I had lovingly restored and repainted. There was a breeze that gently blew away the cobwebs of my past. I felt almost light-headed as the thought of not one single duty to attend to brought a smile to my face. Many possibilities suddenly presented themselves and I thought this year’s a different thing – I will not think of you
Merril js hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse We are to write a piece of Flash Fiction or Non Fiction incorporating this line from Charlotte Mews’s poem called I So Liked Spring.
This year’s a different thing - I will not think of you.
Prosery is regarded as a piece of fiction/non fiction of no more than 144 words, excluding the title.
It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song A blanket of silence comforting and welcome Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day It is in these moments that time stands still I am gifted with peace and I give thanks
Through a window Raindrops fell silently Pooling in miniature puddles Between cobblestones Water gently washing away The day’s grime
Reminiscent of how, in quietness, and behind the scenes of everyday events The universe repairs and renews A flower with thirst quenched Dry, barren fields ready to receive seed Dirt slowly becoming mud and disappearing
A metaphor for life that sometimes Stops you in the tracks of confusion and hesitancy Wondering what has sullied your life On this day, and why Soon a cleansing rain will come
Revitalizing, restoring and reenergizing Freshening all it touches Life’s problems coming clean in the wash Forgetting easily what had saddened and temporarily paralyzed the soul Life goes on