Yesterday I was almost late to work because I got caught behind a huge funeral procession on the highway. This morning I forgot to turn the house alarm off before going outside, thus scaring my daughter half to death…
Think maybe my intuition and imagination are a tad bit entangled without a proper outlet?
Lol! 😉
As I rev up the old writing machine, feeling the sluggishness of the gears, the stiffness of disuse, listening to the grinding of rusted pieces beneath the surface of things, I can’t help wondering if this exercise is as pointless as any other…? Is there any thought worth sharing here, any voice worth listening to? Is there any part of my experience today that an’Other could relate to?
And the laughter moves within, like gas bubbles in my intestines, swelling and growing, eager to be released in a fit of uncontrollable hoots and giggles… For Now has finally arrived for many of the masses – the endless, timeless Now…
Late last summer, I finally moved. Living with my daughter now and her two children, in a house we can call our own. A “dream” come true – a multi-generational living space I can call my “forever home.” It even included a chair, the one thing I’d yearned for more than any other; a place to sit on the main floor, away from my sleeping space…
At the same time, I started training my own replacement at work. The first attempt was a dismal failure, resulting in conflict, and firings, and worse. The second attempt hasn’t fared much better, though the threat lingers on, temporarily on hold while the economy shuts down…
But the changes within Me ran even deeper than that, reorganizing overnight in a profound way I could not articulate. Nor did I want to, as there seemed no point. I had nothing of value to share, and no voice volunteering to speak. I unpacked only enough to resume the daily grind, then sat back and watched my new life unwind…
Took me months to realize I wasn’t even driving the vehicle anymore, content to sit back and silently observe. Rarely engaging with any outside force, I became the Watcher of all things Me; amused, frustrated, compassionate to a point, but virtually emotionless at my core. Or perhaps dispassionate is a better choice of words. I felt things, to be sure, as deeply as I ever had, but those feelings were not sufficient to move me anymore. I watched. Things happened. I thought, briefly, casually, without embracing any causes. And more things happened, while I watched them conform…
It no longer mattered whether the thoughts created the things, or the things generated the thoughts; I was caught in a cycle of “in” mirroring “out.” And I named it off-handedly as us language people do: the endless, timeless Now. For that is exactly how it felt!
Only now, with the world on pause, and the people feeling lost, have I found a common cause to relate with you all. For so many others at home and abroad are reaching out to describe this state of Nothing-ness while Time marches on.
It is really quite peaceful when you stop trying to stir the pot and muck it up. Thoughts and feelings wash over me in waves, impersonal but moving, indistinguishable as they roll away to lose themselves in the warm seas surrounding me. An ocean ever-changing with the motion of the tides, but monotonous as far as my human eyes can see. And all I need do is think thoughts that ignite activity somewhere near me. A brief visit from another denizen of the deep, or a storm washing over its surface will shake things up for me.
No time to be bored here; no need to be scared. A simple experience of day after day. And suddenly seasons have changed, sort of anyway. (There was, after all, that snowstorm this May!). I’ve watched moon after moon cycle through, aware that Time passes without carrying me, too.
Welcome… a voice whispers. Welcome, my friends…
… to the Endless, Timeless Now that I’ve been living in.
Get to it, friends and fellow writers… 😁
Our word this month is:
You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.
Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.
Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!
The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.
Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.
RULES
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Anyone else feel up to the challenge of writing a short story/poem from the second person point of view? That would be narrating the story to “you,” as my blessed grammar teachers are helping me understand… I’m including the link to rawgod’s example story because I couldn’t reblog it for some reason.
TRIGGER WARNING: the subject matter involves rape, so if this triggers you, please do not follow this link…
https://wordartbyrawgod.wordpress.com/2019/06/14/you/
Please post links to your stories in the comments section, so we can all appreciate your efforts! 😁
Here we go again… 😁
Our word this month is:
You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.
Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.
Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!
The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.
Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.
RULES
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I can’t reblog for some reason, so I’m trying the “share” button instead…
Just letting you all know that WordPress and I are having issues yet again. *sigh* I cannot like your posts from email or from your actual sites. I cannot always comment. In fact, for most of you who I follow, a new glitch has occurred…
Now, when I go to your site, I am offered the option to follow you, even though I still receive your emails directly in my inbox. If I click on that, thinking I’ve been booted again, it asks me to sign in to my WordPress account, and then fails to recognize my password when I try. The only reason I can post this explanation (if it does, indeed, post), is because I am permanently logged into my site.
Technology is not, and has never been, my friend. It is a necessary “evil” for interacting in today’s world. And honestly, I’m tired of trying to make it work for me. I accept it as the tyrant and tormentor it is, and do my best to find a way to creatively side-step its ever-changing rules and expectations. This post is another attempt to do just that…
But I love what you all have been writing lately, even if I can’t express that in real-time. 😁
New month, new topic! 😀
Our word this month is:
You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.
Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.
Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!
The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.
Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.
RULES
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There are several poets I know of who follow my blog. Anyone interested in a challenge? 😁
the otherhood of one 