Courage

When the world falls prey to itself (yet again), what do you do? You hold onto your own kernel of undeniable truth, no matter how small, and you polish it. Build it layer by tiny layer with every act and indication around you that demonstrates reason, kindness, and indefatigable courage. Look for them; they’re there. They’ve always been there. History tells us this, too.

 

Just my thoughts about the events of last night.

Harvest – tlt week 24

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Hanging in the air

The sweet, raw smells of harvest

Fading in the sun

© Nadia Brown

Farm and country – and all the smells, textures, sounds that go along with them – are my happy place. Born and raised in the city, the constrained bustle of it has always felt confining; it’s never been ‘home’.

Thank you, Sonya, for this 3 Line Tales weekly photo prompt!

Photo by Emiel Molenaar, who has some gorgeous photos on his website!!

Rebuilding the human spirit

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There are moments when we stand, facing an ocean or a day, when suddenly we see something. It is the same thing – perhaps the same island, or the same face, or the same idea – but it has shifted. There is no telling how or why, but somehow, it has expanded and trickled in directions and dimensions that we didn’t realize existed. And that thing will never be contained by the same parameters again. We can feel this as it’s happening – like sand shifting underneath our feet. It opens doors, but as we see an opening widen, we realize that we are no longer looking at walls – and we never really were.

Going places – physical travel – has always been what does this for me.  Maybe it happens when I’m away because I am off balance. Sometimes it’s something specific in what I’ve seen in my travels, and sometimes it’s the people I’ve met, but I always return home to a seemingly changed world. Sometimes, however, what rebuilds us is just the recognition of things we haven’t seen – in what we’ve always known. It can happen when standing over the sink, washing the same dish we’ve washed a thousand times. And maybe, at those times, it happens specifically because we are grounded at home. Whatever it is, it rekindles and rebuilds the spirit.

Thought I’d try combining prompts today – I hope no one minds!

Dutch goes the Photo!‘s weekly prompt “The Human Spirit” and

The Daily Post‘s daily prompt “Rebuild”.

In the beginning – 3LineTales

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In the beginning, there was everything. It defied description, spanning all dimensions and all facets of possibility. But we insisted that it take shape; some form that we could grasp, manipulate, and order – forgetting to dissolve into it entirely, which would have ultimately served us better. Such are some days… good morning; here goes another!

 

Check out Sonya’s 3 Lines Tales weekly challenge! It’s fun to participate and see everyone else’s interpretation of her weekly photo prompt. 🙂

The photo is by NASA – see Sonya’s post (link above) for the full link.

Lines

I am no photographer, but these are some of my favourite lines… (for Dutch goes the Photo!’s Tuesday photo challenge).

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Lines that add beauty to any face,

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Lines that share their hope and heartbreak,

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Lines that stop you still in your tracks,

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And lines that open

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The infinite…

This is for Dutch goes the photo! ‘s Tuesday photo challenge. Check it out. Lots of fun and incredible photos – for photographers and non photographers alike (thankfully!).

 

Cool things to keep

There are times – hours, days, months if you’re lucky – when things seem to gel, and serendipity hovers one step ahead of you. Those times are precious. The past month has not been one of those.

However, I did want to share what I have found to be a really cool idea – it works well for me, and it may work well for others, too. Let me preface this by disclosing that I edit obsessively. It really is pathological. And one piece of advice that has been really helpful as I’ve fretted and despaired the loss of words, thoughts, angles, and concepts – has been ‘Don’t get attached to any particular sentence’ (I wish I could remember where I heard that first, and now I can’t find the exact quote). It’s been both painful and liberating to heed this advice. And I think I’ve hit upon a compromise that works: when I feel that for the sake of cohesion a certain sentence or paragraph or attribute needs to disappear, I copy and paste that part into a ‘Cool things to keep’ file, and let it sit (or fester). Then, if I decide to put it back in, it’s intact. If not, it can (and has) germinate into another story idea. It works well! I’ve now written a few new things after perusing this file.

It’s been a process to accept the need to cut while editing. It undoubtedly improves the final product, but man – is it ever torturous sometimes. I am one of those people who start with an image or a word, or – yes – a particular sentence – and build a whole story around that one idea. Having to cut the initial image or word or sentence that started the story is horrifying, quite frankly. And yet, it has sometimes cut the string that lets it fly in a better direction – or, er, out the window to disappear forever. Whichever.

Oh well, back to work. My collection of rejection letters needs some tending. Happy writing.