She had a set of wishes. She wrote them down in her journal, each entry detailed out in her precise handwriting. When she was a little girl she wished that she would be happily married when she grew up. Not…
View writingWe had a set of dishes…. My rhyming brain went right to my large supply of China and dishware I am now trying to get rid of… We had a set of wishes, And also a set of dishes…. Much…
View writingHmmm, the above topic is of interest to me! What comes first, wishes or vision? What does wish really mean? As a verb, "feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable: want something…
View writing“We had a set of wishes.” Set here, not just one. It’s “we” as well. We is society? Just a family? A couple? To wish. To want to happen. I wish I were more beautiful. That’s a funny phrase, the…
View writingShe could see the box had once been a shoe box probably a pair of Mary Janes. That was Aunt Lu's shoe of choice for as long as Violet could remember. She could see what it once was now as…
View writingI have a set of wishes, how should I use them? I won’t wish for love, no matter how many wishes I have. I have been waiting patiently for love to come to me. I don’t wish for it, because…
View writingThe bad thought “I’ll break up with him if the show goes.” I stepped into the thought, like water on the floor, not realising it had been leaking from the kitchen countertop of my brain for a while. It’s not…
View writingI had the pen in my hand, sitting in the one chair in an empty apartment near Fairfax with parquet wood floors, and it hovered an inch above the paper where the word “Tenant” was written. Tenant tenant. I’d be…
View writing“Why was I born?” I thought it was the name of an old song and looked it up. It was indeed, Jerome Kern, late 20’s, sung by Frank Sinatra (I just listened to that youtube, surprised and impressed again at…
View writingThis is why I was born...for days like this. The sun warm on your back and just a slight breeze. Big fluffy white clouds and blue sky. The birds in the trees are talking just to you. "Who are you?",…
View writingWhy was I born? Is there some purpose to my life? Am I here for a reason? These existential questions can be interesting to explore. I know some people who feel they were put on this planet for a specific…
View writingTo ripen is to come to the state of being when one gathers and gains nourishment from what one has gathered…to gather the fruit at that point when it is sweetest to eat….to be fully nourished by the feeling deep…
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