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Jalál (Glory), 12 Rahmat (Mercy) 176 B.E. - Saturday, July 6, 2019
PROMPT: July 6th - Make a list of five things you wish you could be a master of. Be sure to explain why you chose what you did.  List Can I list money five times? Alright, all joking aside let me see if I can think of five things that I want to be master of. Of late, I've felt that I'm not the mast of anything, except perhaps disaster. However, after the earthquake we felt last night, I realize I'm not even the master of disaster. It wasn't a big earthquake, just enough to cause the ground and buildings to move a little. I was sitting in my walking, and it swayed a bit with the floor.  My imagination. I would like to be able to focus it more on writing rather then the vain imaginings of what might happen in my life in the near future. My emotions. Specifically the depression that tends to rear its ugly little head in moments of personal crisis, both real and imagined. Money. I want enough money to pay the bills, without worrying about whether or not the power company is going to turn the electricity off. Without having to put off paying one bill so I can pay another that is equally important, and has became urgent. Sleep. I would like to be able to go to sleep within five or ten minutes and sleep for, at least, five hours without waking up every hour or so. I would like to be able to do this without going to the doctor for medication. At 72, I already take several medications, and I don't need any more. Language. I want the ability to speak any language on earth by just hearing it spoken by someone else.
DAY 2421: Creative Saturday Word Prompt: summer, roses, Full Buck Moon, efflorescence, ruby, aroma, tree. Under the Full Buck Moon Under the Full Buck Moon the roses of summer bloom spreading the efflorescence of their ruby beauty through city gardens and verdant tree lined lanes, while scenting the air with the aroma of rain.
Day 2025: Prompt “As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind” Prose, poem, or story: How do the song or the windmills of your own mind affect and inspire you? Windmills The windmills of my mind keep burning, I keep learning, the waters of my imagination keeps churning, and the millstone of my thoughts keep grinding out odes the the All-Glorious Lord and the expanding universe of knowledge. |
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