Tag: Writing
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Opposite Land…
Mini fantasies can be pretend visits to unknown worlds that satisfy some interior itch. Recently I thought about spending a day in Opposite Land, turning nagging complaints into expressions of joy. But Opposite Land is all-inclusive. Every switch is toggled to the other side, not just a chosen few like in the child’s Opposite Day…
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One Hundred Percent…
I love/hate the ubiquitous response “a hundred percent.” It efficiently communicates a strong point, but it’s a bit lazy. Much like “same,” “seriously,” and going way back, “far out.” One hundred is nice and round, two zeros next to a one like eyes looking around a corner. 100% means 100 of 100 is represented. It…
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ELAN Blog Sabbatical…
ELAN Blog is taking a brief “sabbatical,” even though it is unpaid, while I dedicate this week to revising draft three of novel number two. Thanks for continuing to read this WordPress Monday post and Friday quote and my Substack Wednesday essays if you subscribe to those. You’ll find fresh words and thoughts on all…
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Hang In There…
I love going to Zumba classes, even the super energetic ones where the best I can do is flail and stomp in the back corner, throwing ego to the wind when the rest of the class is going in the opposite direction. I hate going to Zumba class. Just like I love/hate walking a few…
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Onion Catcher…
The other day half of an onion I was chopping rolled off the counter. My thigh knew exactly how to catch it – no thinking involved, just a reflex that saved it from landing on the no doubt dirty floor. Our amazingly complicated bodies that carry our hearts and minds and souls around do so…
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Stand…
If you were to take one stand, just one, what would it be? During my growing up time I felt a need to sharpen my edges to discover and then present to the world a clear image of the person I was becoming. We all, in our journey toward actualization, try on various beliefs, opinions,…
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Mis-Takes…
One of my life hacks is to take the unfamiliar way to see what I can see. I recently got “lost” on a three-mile loop around the perimeter of Memorial Park because I veered onto an unknown path that was an interior loop. Lots more steps, no gain in my quest to circumnavigate the park.…
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Birds…
In this post spot we have considered horses and birds and airplanes and even go-carts to imagine thrusting headlong into an unknown future. Flying without the benefit of a machine seems the most freeing. Oh, to be a bird, flitting far above the worries of this world, a tiny birdbrain giving no thought to the…
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No Doze…
I’m crawling out from a mental hole after a disappointing and life-draining time of NOs; worldly stabs suggesting I am not worthy, not enough, not valued. Not true, my brain tells my heart. So, I’ll emerge from the doze and move on toward that which I feel called to do, even reengage with the world.…
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Holding Grief…
A spot in my heart is holding grief for all affected by the horrific California fires. I’m not there with them or among them, but I can pray that they receive help when and where needed, gather courage to face a ravaged view of the future, hold hope for renewal and rest in comfort from…
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