"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
AnotherDreamer That is funny although it may be embarrassing and tragic to you. You could elaborate and make a story of it in the comedy genre. Kåre เลียม Enga Yes, I can see how rumors can hurt a person. Sorry it happened to you, too.
I'm not a drama queen nor am I a calm personality. I'm high energy which some people find challenging. That energy level is what keeps me going. I agree calm centers can be quite deceiving.
I fell for a rumor recently. WHY I didn't fact check it knowing the source, I can't say. But, my brother, reading from his phone, said...."Now they did it."
Did what?
They put a male in the female boxing ring at the Olympics and he killed a girl."
"WHAT?"
I freaked out and wrote a letter to the board at the Olympics. A rant. After hitting send, I googled it. That never happened! The guy IS a girl.... and ....no one died.
Hillary's emails are a good example of unfounded rumors based partially on truth (the emails existed) that made it even harder to debunk... even 8 years later. How much harm did it do? We'll never know.
I've been accused of this-and-that more than once. Folks tried to breakup friendships and labelled me in the process... I left after the third or fourth incident. I didn't go back.
The result? I trust strangers with greater ease than those who should have known me best.
Prompt:
“Snowfall rouses your inner child to dream and play once more.” — Angie Weiland-Crosby
I've got snow on the brain... as does mother nature. Let this quote inspire you!
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Neither my inner child nor my outer one have seen snowfall in the last couple of decades, but then, this is what I get for living in South FL.
In memory, I shall never forget those flakes like white cotton puffs falling on my head and covering our then-yard like a quilt. It was as if the snow was saying to earth, "Hush, you nature's child; time to stay silent in your crib. It's my turn, now!"
So here's something short.
Snowfall
in the silent realm of winter's hush
dances of flakes start to rush
from heaven's height, a gentle call
a ballet of white, a snowfall
each flake becomes a masterpiece,
in fleeting joy, falls with ease
and snow pirouettes in loving grace
blankets the earth in an embrace
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