The Battle

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Hate. It’s insidious. Globally it’s been creeping back into our societies. We need to counter it in ways which protect and further goodness rather than reduce us in being the people who are the enemy.

But what does that look like?

Honestly, I don’t even know. I just feel that I’m not ready for the battle.

I imagine so many are feeling the same way. That is what might be the biggest problem facing us today. How do we get over feeling defeated and run-over? I wish that would change. But I don’t know if it can.

I’m left agonizing over what to do next. You too?

Inspired by Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge 10/30/18

Ancestors

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Inspired by Eugenia’s Brew-n-Spew 10/29/18

Cindy whispered to her antique doll, Abigail, in her lap. Careful not to muss her up too much, she delicately arranged her position. While her mother cooked, the child nodded her head as she turned in her direction.

“Mama, when did Grandma Francis give you Abigail?” referring to her favorite doll.

“Let me think. I was probably about four years old just like you. My mom told me that her mother had gotten Abigail when she was four years old as well. Why do you ask?” Cindy’s mother replied.

“Oh, Abigail said Victoria owned her first. Do I know her?”

Shhhh…

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“No one can know, Tom. I’m afraid of what will happen!”
“Don’t you think I know that, Sherry?”

Both quietly uncomfortable carrying their heavy load. The sweat on their brow evident from the efforts of hauling this load to the pier.

Pausing briefly, they looked at each other.

“Are you ready, Sherry?”
“Yeah, let’s do this, Tom.”

They watched as the suitcase dropped in the water. Bubbles immediately appeared after it plunged into the water. The bricks helped to force it further down.

“I feel like I just lost my best friend, Tom.”
“Well, yeah, because you just did, Sherry!”

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 60

Grow A Conscience, Please!

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So, you think money is at the root of all evil? You know what they say about clichés – like bumholes, everyone has got one. It’s a phrase that you say when it’s not really been thought through.

I would offer a different view. The bad intention behind the use of money is the root of all evil.

Think about it.

Money isn’t all bad. If it was, why would we be trying so hard to make it or get it? First and foremost – it’s for our survival! We do happen to live in a society where money is required to buy the bare necessities. Whether it’s to pay rent or a mortgage for shelter, money for food when we’re hungry or the doctor when we’re sick; these things need to be paid for. Money IS what meets those needs. And money gives us a small amount of comfort to indulge in those things that we want, not just need, should we have a bit extra. Spending money in this sense is self-preservation, so not a bad thing and certainly not evil.

And second, what about all the charitable things we can do with the money? When non-profit organizations do their thing, how do you think those actions get funded? With MONEY! Oh and what about natural disasters, how do tragedies get solved? With MONEY! And lots of it. All the people who donate to disaster relief or charities for a wide variety of causes, not evil.

So money isn’t inherently bad, and neither are the people who spend money with good intentions. Why money does get a bad reputation though is when “Money makes the world go round.”  in ways that only benefit a few and helps them to achieve a good life on the backs of others. Couldn’t resist another cliché to make my point. And that point being, if the intention of getting or spending money is to the detriment of others, that’s evil.

Corruption and greed fuel their intention, money just allows it to blossom because people make the decision to give in to these behaviors. Somehow their needs are more important than the well-being of others. It’s sickening, and it’s uncivilized.

Let’s take a look some of the examples*:

  • Prosperity Preachers
  • Heads of Corporations
  • Heads of Non-profits
  • Crooked Government officials
  • Psychics/Mediums
  • Scam/Con Artists
  • Drug Cartels

*Not all people listed in this set are what I would refer to as evil, but a predominant number fit the bill. Also, people who have bad intentions are everywhere, and in every walk of life, this is but a short list of obvious suspects. 

I’ve lived a life that included poverty at the beginning, gave me struggles to overcome in the middle and now gives me comfort in my current lifestyle, but at each step, I’ve never desired to hurt others in achieving a better life. Nor do I require such a luxurious life which would seclude me from the majority of the population. All I need is my health to enjoy a bit of ease, have some fun and spend my precious time with my family and friends as I venture into my twilight years. I do want to take care of myself but I would never choose to hurt others to accomplish that.

Money and bad intentions – that is crossing the line of decency. And that’s what is evil.

 

Inspired to write this for Reena – Exploration Challenge Week 59

 

Convening The Troops

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The country is divided – rich vs. poor, black vs. white, men vs. women – freedom wanted, but only oppression is alive and well. The guilty get a pass; the innocent convicted of nothing. There is an unease permeating throughout. All inhabitants challenged like never before in this reign of rich, white men’s egos. The political climate of today’s world has all teetering and scared. The tension so thick, cutting it only adds more strength to the day’s events.

Scene 1 – Random coffee shop in the US

Friend 1 – “Oh, man, this sucks! Waah, Waah. I don’t know how much more I can take of this! Waah, Waah. I’m sooooo tired of feeling dragged down. Waah, Waah. I don’t like it! Waah, Waah. Will it ever end??”

Friend 2 – “Give it time, Friend 1. You do realize things sometimes have to get worse before they get better! Good can and will triumph eventually! It will all be okay. I’m sure of it. You need to resign yourself to things taking their own time.”

Friend 3 – “Oh, Friend 2, you are such a delusional twit! THIS chaos IS the end of our country as we know it. It’s gone to hell in a handbasket. Life IS OVER and will never be better again, EVAH!”

Friend 4 – “I don’t understand?? I loved this country! Fought for it, stood for it, pledged my commitment to it and now it just feels like a betrayal! Friend 3, what did I do wrong? I gave it all I was supposed to and all that I get back is something that doesn’t even remotely resemble the bond we had before.”

Friend 5 – “OMGosh you guys! You don’t realize what is happening right now at all! How can you not see that we are Making America Great Again?? Our current state is the best thing that could have happened to this country! I pledge my allegiance till the day I die. And so should you!”

Friend 6 – “Go ahead. You sit here and lament, thinking that time will heal everything, angrily do nothing, wallow in your misery, or proudly pound your chest. Just know that we are done! I can’t believe I’m friends with people who are so selfish, blind, apathetic, and just plain ignorant. How in the hell did that ever happen? I can’t and won’t remain quiet in the face of our demise! While I go fight for what’s right, remember it’s because you don’t know how! Good-bye!” **Stands up and leaves dramatically

Fade to black

 

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge – #Week 58 – “Using Keywords”

Hope you all have enjoyed this short fiction/non-fiction story using all the keywords. Can you identify where they are being used? I hope so! 🙂

Progress – Change Columbus Day To National Indigenous Day

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Change.org

We currently celebrate Columbus Day as a Federal Holiday. We’ve known for a while Christopher Columbus was not the one who discovered America AND he was not a very good person. Columbus participated in the slave trade, brought disease to North America and helped to eradicate a large population where he landed.

Why would we still honor this type of person or celebrate him? Let’s honor the true people who should be celebrated, the Native Americans. They sacrificed so much of their culture and people to become what the USA is today. THAT is the truth and supporting this petition would go a long way to eradicate the white-washing we see all too often about our American history.

Please support this so we can present it to those who could change this current holiday.

Sign here to support the petition.

Thank you!

Determined

 

It’s healing to love myself more.

 

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On Letting Go

To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring;
It means I can’t do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off;
It’s the realization that I can’t control another.

To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try and change or blame another,
I can only change myself.

To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.

To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.

To let go is not to be protective,
It is to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.

To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less
and love more.

Author Unknown 

 

 

Intent

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“Why do you write?”

I know I’ve asked this question of myself and others often. My guess is you have as well.

Each person is by definition a writer, whether they are paid to or not. Putting thoughts on paper or the computer via a typewriter, keyboard or in a notebook says you are. But are you a writer?

There are so many different ways and styles of writing, and so are the reasons that set writers down that path of producing their work. It can speak to millions or just a handful. The intention is always to convey information and thoughts but what that can actually represent is varied. Every year, writers produce a gazillion letters of the alphabet. No lie! And they use the appropriate grammar and punctuation to highlight facts, fiction, statistics, imagery, instructions, emotions, stories, poems, education, research and so much more…

But are you a writer?

It took me years to begin dedicating the majority of my time to it. The activities of daily life – family, home, friends, and job – were my priorities before I fully embraced the notion of becoming a writer for pleasure, and ultimately, for a living. Now it’s just a part of my identity.

And it refuses to let go.

Publishing a book last year, and actually selling books suggests I’m a writer too. So yeah, I’ll call myself a writer now.

I do it because I like everything about it. From beginning to end. Anticipating thoughts, letting them swirl around my head, the sound of my fingers hitting the keys rhythmically, constructing the right lines, and pristinely defining the feelings which bubble up. It’s all so rich and satisfying. And when you feel like it’s some of your best-written work, just wow.

In those still moments, I also want to understand more about myself. Even in times when the climate consists of disturbances around me, I tune them out and tune in to the place in my head where liquid thoughts move freely. Pulling one out after the other, I create a string of coherency and then pound them out on the keyboard. It’s about grasping the feelings and defining the deeper meanings. Writing helps me capture the essence of who I am.

This is why I do it. For myself, for me alone.

But it’s not what motivates me to make it public.

I knew I could pull a sentence together and usually had something good to say. But that never felt creative, just that I knew words. Writing on my blogs as well as others and getting the book to market have been the best ways for me to showcase my creativity. Who knew I had imagination too?!? I certainly didn’t for the longest time. It’s work, effort, emotionally-charged but oh so very fulfilling!

Getting it all out in public translates to being understandable and relatable. The bonus is achieving a palpable peace. Every bit of myself and the writing is intended to come with clarity and honesty. The goal is to put a spotlight on my humanity in whatever way my brain dictates it. Then voila’, each piece of writing becomes a short burst about who I am. I let the tale sell the author.

Making connections with individuals in the writing community is another wonderful perk and motivation to give more. I’ve been thrilled to rub elbows with some fellow writers that have the same intentions. They feel like my people. Their drive to write seems to mirror my journey. I run to them. Especially the ones with their elegant and brilliant style. They just pick up a pen and out comes the magic. It’s as if they easily command the dictionary to do their bidding in an incredibly harmonic way. Being open with my writing, I hope they glance my way. They help guide me to even better expression. And they enrich my life with their skills.

So why do you write?

25 Years

Cynthia and Tom looked intently into each other’s eyes; a bit weathered from the years. They were celebrating their special love day with all their friends and family.

All sat transfixed as Tom professed his admiration for Cynthia. He was boasting of unending mutual love and respect, suggesting not one uncompromising moment in those years.

What an Ooh, Aah storybook marriage all those in attendance felt!

The loved ones thunderously applauded. Tom sat down with a happy grin.

Cynthia stood up, raised the gun and smiled as the bullet tore into his braincase.

Wow, what had he gotten so wrong?

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