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Mother’s Day

5.9.21

Action: Arranging flowers
Word: Pinwheel
Word Count: 98

Mother’s Day

Swooning with sensual delight, I arrange the honey-scented blooms in a crystal vase. The lavender, white, dusky pink lilacs are her favorite flowers.

While hands primp and fluff, thoughts revolve counterclockwise.

A family outing to an amusement park. She bought each of us a pinwheel as a souvenir. Fascinated by the spinner, I recall blowing on the colorful spokes, entertained by the clicky-clack sound of their gathering momentum.

The same sound those playing cards made when we embedded them in our bicycle tires and noisily raced each other down the neighborhood street.

Life’s wheels just keep on turning.

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Wind Chimes

Action: Listening to wind chimes
Word: Drop
Word Count: 99

Wind Chimes

Reclining on the porch love seat, I slip into dreamlike reverie as a breeze wafts softly across my face, teasing the wind chimes to sing their song.

Those tickling bells, their random tones, more heavenly to my ears than a Bach fugue.

The king of structure, Bach created musical patterns that conform to precise mathematical principles. Complex and exquisite, his melodies flow in perfect harmony.

In a world of chaos, confusion and uncertainty, his compositions promise order, clarity, and comforting resolution.

Why, then, do the wind chimes’ aimless, unpredictable tunes move me so reverently to drop to my knees?

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Kite Flying

5.7.21

Action: Flying a kite
Word: Box
Word Count: 100

Kite Flying

Radiant sun. Cobalt sky. Cotton clouds. Brisk breeze. A perfect day for kite flying. He couldn’t wait to give his birthday present its maiden voyage.

Running the shoreline, he launched his private plane. Ocean air swiftly hoisted its rainbow sail.

Boy and toy soared free, like the birds, defying gravity’s pull. The kite’s wagging tail, an irrepressible puppy.

Dancing on the wind, the tether suddenly snapped. Transfixed, the boy froze as his beloved friend waved goodbye and disappeared.

Dejected, he gathered his frayed lifeline and the empty gift box. Shaking the sand from his shoes, he walked home in tears.

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Lost

Action: Blinking eyes
Word: Purple
Word Count: 99

Lost

The foreign landscape feels strange. Unfamiliar. Its unmapped terrain allures yet terrifies. No recognizable landmark appears to show the way.

Where is she?

Treading unknown territory, her every step forward is another step further into confusion and uncertainty.

Beyond her field of vision, pretty purple blossoms wave their friendly hello; perhaps accessible, but still, they seem out of reach.

Lost in this wilderness, she looks skyward in search of True North’s guiding light. Her imploring prayer remains unheard as myriad blinking eyes mischievously twinkle their unspoken secrets.

They provide no compass. She will have to stumble in the dark.

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Puzzling

Action: Doing a puzzle
Word: Circle
Word Count: 100

Puzzling

Gazing upon the heap of dusty fragments, she feels defeated before she starts. Such drudgery organizing this chaotic pile. A daunting but necessary task if she wants to play the game.

Best to make it bite-sized. Erect the walls, find the cornerstones, build the framework.

So much effort, just to begin.

It gets easier. As each piece slips into place, a dopamine rush inspires her to keep going.

Once complete, a momentary satisfaction does reward. Then the picture gets broken apart and circles back to the heap from whence it came, stowed in a cardboard box, awaiting its next player.

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Water’s Fall

Action: Taking a shower
Word: Toy
Word Count: 99

Water’s Fall

She can’t think about it anymore.

Turning the knob from C to H, she toyed with the temperature, tipping her toes in. Can she withstand the heat?

A waterfall cascaded over her upturned face, forcing her eyes shut.

She didn’t want to see, anyway.

Her scalp tingled as suds washed away yesterday’s debris. She wondered if a more powerful showerhead might better numb her brain.

Water’s steady flow cleansed sticky toxins from her veins. Detached, she stared as sloughed off cells swirled in familiar patterns then disappeared down the drain.

How will she resist that magnetic invitation to follow?

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Flamethrower

Action: Lighting a fire
Word: Bridge
Word Count: 98

Flamethrower

Foment had been smoldering, hidden from view for years, biting its cloven tongue of fire until the perfect match came along to ignite it.

The flame was thrown.

Naturally, the volcano erupted, spewed molten lava, scorching everything in its wake. Tread cautiously over those charred remains. Nascent combustion of glowing embers is still a living threat.

We can try to build a bridge over the chasm between before and after, but bombs yet lurk beneath the surface; their potential detonation abides in our collective mind field.

The search now begins for what can be rescued from the ashes.

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Namaste

Action: Doing yoga
Word: Nail
Word Count: 98

Namaste

The teacher’s soothing voice prompts instant immersion into the flow of stillness. Awareness heightens. Breath deepens. Essence awakens. Practice begins.

Decades of devotion to pretzel positions and odd angles have taught me to balance on a pinhead and align my limbs, straight as a nail, steel strong.

Outside class, it is not quite that simple. Easier to be knocked off center, rocked off course. To feel more like putty than iron.

Still, the accumulated years of effort enable me to experience the organic oneness of energetic movement.

The universal pulse.

The heartbeat of being.

The aum of life.

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Magic Carpet

Action: Playing the piano
Word: Grass
Word count: 98

Magic Carpet

The daily routine was never mundane. Each time she lifted the piano lid, a fresh quiver of excitement flashed through her body.

Eighty-eight keys to the kingdom; a blessed bestowal. Their playing a promised gateway to the celestial music of the spheres.

As fingers flowed down the river of lilting harmony, her mind drifted gently toward a childhood memory.

A beautiful summer day alone in the meadow, she sat on a rock whistling a blade of grass, a playful kazoo. Even then, her little tunes beckoned the angels.

Now, she wonders, which key opens the door to Paradise?

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Christmas Present

Action: Unwrapping a gift
Word: Life
Word Count: 100

Christmas Present

The silver foil’s glittery snowflakes refracted brilliant tree lights. The package sparkled and shimmered; a matching ribbon twinkled its stars.

Excited anticipation welled up. What might this gift be?

She paused, reflecting upon the dominoes of Christmases past now colliding, knocking over the years leading up to this moment.

How often had blissful fantasies crashed into painful reality? Promises unkept. Dreams unfulfilled. Talents shackled. Loves lost.

This child’s game cannot be played by the faint of heart.

Too pretty to open, she was slow to unwrap it. If she had learned anything in life, all that glitters is not gold.