When Numbers Play Hopscotch

Although my body has never been flexible (can’t blame age for that one) I like to think I’m flexible in my thinking. But not always.

My opinions on important matters have remained constant – my position on gun safety, on child advocacy, on human rights.

And many things I used to love I have put on a shelf –  Bikram Yoga, pilates (well, not too much love for that one), Italian lessons, playing piano, playing a djembe, oil and acrylic painting.

Not writing. I will always write. Now, however, I am focusing on children’s stories instead of novels.

I am learning more about photoshop, embroidery, Netflix.

One thing I know for sure: Change is constant.

And damn, I love that about this world.

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Photoshopped for my children’s book, What Happened to Ten, a work in progress.

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When Pencils Need Sharpening

We were born. We didn’t have a choice.

We didn’t enroll for this class called “LIFE.”

Why would we ever want to “unenroll”?

We might miss something unexpected, something better.

Yes, some days all the hallways are the same.

They lead to the same old classroom,

the same old teachers.

Pencils get dull.

The roof leaks.

Trash cans get filled. Emptied.

But then on the big cork board in the hallway, we see something new.

“New construction in progress.

We are expanding!”

So even as we sneeze through the dusty air,

step over the nails,

hold our hands over our ears as the hammers pound

and the saws whiz

there’s a new spring in our step.

Something better is coming.

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I Heard But Couldn’t See

I heard but couldn’t see

blurred

vacant

distorted eyes

a loss of vision

in living life

my flawed decision

a deception

 a perception

distorted

I heard but couldn’t see

Three times

the clock chimed,

“revise”

“revise”

“revise”

tick tock – mind blocked

tick tock – unlock

And then I saw

eyes can shift

with temerity

into clarity

from the surreal

to reality

by making a change

 

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painting by CD-W

 

daily post prompt: Surreal

Fear of Change

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Why, birds, must you be angry?

your cawing, dawning, cries

on forceful wings

with hope of spring

your ire, it mystifies

Perhaps it is your season call

a changing time, alerting

so others heed

your time of need

through winter, disconcerting

Lay still your ruffled feathers

each change is not by choice

and yet you can

as you began

make known your thoughts in voice.

 

 

Artwork by Nicole Anderson

Are you flatlining?

Change can be hard. Change takes you out of your comfort zone, out from under your safe and warm blankie. Yes, change can sometimes be scary. But without it, how do we grow? How do we learn anything new? Without change, how can we gather a new awareness of ourselves and the world around us?

Go ahead and try something new, something different. What’s the worse that could happen?

 

How about going from this:

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To this?

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Or, would you rather be dormant?

 

 Dormant – daily word prompt