Very clever ๐! What really is a horse of another color anyway?! I enjoyed this post, it's unique and not the usual thing. Nice to see another take on expressing one's self.
Write โ๏ธ on indeed!
Joy Jun 18, 2024 at 5:35pm In response to "My Take"
Love this!
Your muse is literarily enjoyable and amusing. A rare find, I have to say.
Then, I, too, learned to cook after I was married, thanks to my mother-in-law. Before, I wasn't even allowed into the kitchen. Later, I didn't burn any house down but I might probably have come close to it, but my goof-ups weren't enough for severe burns. I can now cook just about anything.
What beautiful and inspiring words! Thank you for sharing! However, be sure to also share where you got this from as I ran it through a plagiarism checker and you know what I found.
I'm not saying not to post things like that. It's a very meaningful thing to write. I'm just saying to be sure you post where it came from originally, even if you added some of your own and/or had AI write a good bit of it for you (which should also be mentioned). And, naturally, be sure not to enter things like this into contests.
Anyway, thank you for sharing this! I hope you post it on the Newsfeed (with a disclaimer, of course). It may help someone in need.
I needed this a few days ago, yesterday, and already this morning. Thank you for it. For no particular reason I clicked on Blogging. My entry is good also. It is right below yours.
I sometimes have strange but profound dreams. Here is one of them that came a few weeks ago:
In this dream I am trying to get back home and I have found the street that looks familiar and takes me to my grandmother's house, where I know to turn down the side street which will lead me to my parent's home. I am confident I am on the right street. But suddenly the view outside the car changes. Instead of the trees and homes I remember there appear commercial buildings all over. I do not recognize this place. My grandmother's house is not seen where it should be. I am full of anxiety, for I do not now know where to turn. I decide to stop my car and go into one of the shops that have appeared so I can ask directions. I carefully write down on a little piece of paper my address that I remember clearly to show them. I pick a shop through whose windows I see many women sewing on machines, they are obviously intently working,like in a tailor shop. I enter, but suddenly all their faces freeze in fear. Intuitively I know they are afraid of me. They are suspicious that I have come to harm them. They see me as foreign, even alien. I try quietly to tell them I just want directions home. I hold up my address written on the small piece of paper. They do not speak, they gaze at me still with suspicion. Suddenly, I hear a scurrying, as if two of them are going to get someone else. Then they come back with a man dressed all in white. He has on a round hat in white like the Sufi Masters wear sometimes. Instantly I know that he is not afraid of me. He is smiling, his face radiant, glowing. I feel no fear in him, only love and compassion. I hold up my paper with the address I remember for home. He does not look at that. He looks into my eyes and he says: "You will be alright because you have peace in your pocket." I am startled and think "what a thing to say?" Then sudenly I look down and am surprised to see that the dress I am wearing has a pocket on the side of my right hand. On the pocket has been beautifully sewn in white thread the written word "Peace". I am speechless. I never knew it was there. He smiles as I look up at his face again. Suddenly, all the others melt away, as if they never existed. I see only his face of Light. There are no more words between us. I wake up suddenly from what was a deep sleep. And I feel immediately that something profound has visited my soul. Such dreams as this are in a different kind of light from ordinary dreams. You will know the difference when they happen to you.
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