Heart vs Muscle – SoC

I’ve stepped up to bat with the bit in my mouth, but I know that no one has bet on me.

They’d rather bet on the ‘bot at the pitcher’s mound.

I’ll show them that the heart is what they need.


This little ditty was for the Stream of Consciousness prompt for this weekend.

Female Overload – SoC

There is always a degree of separation involved in any kind of family living style. It can vary greatly on the amount of people you live with, the age of those people and how much space you have as a whole in which to live. Cultural norms for a family also effect this.

Living with a bunch of sisters also makes changes to privacy and separation.

Don’t forget that we’re always here
Even when you’ve just woken up.
Girls around every corner
Right where you least expect it!
Ever will you have to have emotional control
Even when you feel like a troll.
 

My poor youngest sibling, my younger brother, spent most of his childhood and teenage years being the only guy in a house of seven females (mother included there). Even with pets, we females always outnumbered them!

Now, as an adult, he still lives with more females as he shares an apartment with one of our sisters and a cat who is also a girl. He’s got some backup from our nephews, though, as we have more of them than we have nieces (boys: 7, girls: 3); when it comes to, as my mother calls them her grand-dogs and grand-cats (my brother and his wife can’t have children and so have dogs) we once again have more females than males (girl pets: 6, boy pets: 3).

My younger brother is also the least likely to get angry (I have never seen him truly angry and am kind of afraid of what it would take) and the first to forgive.

This little post was inspired by the Stream of Consciousness prompt for this weekend.

It’s Your Choice – SoC

The day will move along
And show me what it may
Keep from or give away
Even as I sleep.
 
So do not dawdle
Here nor there
And keep in mind
Pipes lead anywhere,
Even down the many paths of life.
 

You can allow your life to shape you or you can shape your life.

This little bit was inspired by the Streams of Consciousness prompt for this weekend.

Don’t Move, Don’t Stop – SoC

Stream of consciousness

Not knowing where to go

Lost within the mind of slow

Not certain just which direction to take

And so remain in this fallen state.

Now is not the time to act

the mind whispers to the heart

Not knowing the folly taking part

Or maybe not caring

Too scared to act

The heart, never leading

Only following this track.

So the body does not move

And the mind does not grow

And the heart, over time, continues to slow.

Do not get caught

In this delicate trap

Or you as well will be facing this rap.


Written for the Stream of Consciousness prompt found from lindaghill.

That Time Again – SoC

A moment in time to check,
Registration takes longer than you’d think,
Even with everything going digital and online.
 
You better make sure you have enough paper!
Or double check on the amount of pencils ready.
Unless you’ve also forgotten about your books?
 
Remember to check your shoes
Especially the ones with holes in them,
And make sure your socks are new as well.
Do you remember getting ready like this
Yet it seems so much more involved this year.
?
 

It’s that time again. Time for school to start for the kids. This afternoon will likely be dedicated to going through the school supplies that we keep as extras throughout the years and making sure their shoes will last until we’re able to get them new ones next week. (And if we need to get new gym shoes as well…)

Once this is done, only three more days until the first day of school. Then I’ll be all lonely at the house and trade sad looks with our dog (who still whimpers whenever the kids leave the house without her.)

This tiny post was inspired by the Stream of Consciousness from Linda G. Hill this week.

Pay Attention – SoC

We often find ourselves sitting and reading something, or maybe watching something. What are we reading? What are we watching? Are we using any kind of discernment in our choices? What kind of choices are we making?

How will what you watch impact you?

I sometimes find myself reading and not really remembering what I was even looking at. I don’t know the plot, I don’t know the characters and I don’t even know the name of the story I’m reading through. So why am I reading it? Because I don’t want to sit and stare at a wall, of course.

Although, if I’m not retaining any information from whatever it is I’m reading/watching, then how different is that from staring at a wall?

Is there any other point in what I’m doing? Probably not, I just want to do something for the sake of doing it even if that something isn’t something that I’m actively thinking about.

But am I really not absorbing anything?

I’ve found myself lost in plenty of books before, but to be lost in the sense that I don’t even know how I got to the point in that story that I look up and find myself in? That also, sadly, has been a common occurance in my life. Usually because I’m really too tired to be doing anything. In such a case, sometimes I wish someone would just come alone and shut the laptop in front of me, or the book cover or switch the t.v. off. Of course, this might snap me awake and not in a pleasant move.

“Why did you do that? I was watching/reading that!”

“Really? It looked like you were zombiefying yourself there and it wasn’t going to be pleasant when you randomly start reading it out loud and leave the rest of us to wonder where the brain that we know you had at some point in your life turned to such drivel.”

So I ask you, what is it that you wish to accomplish from reading when you’re not really even aware of what it is your holding in your hands?

Trying to keep yourself awake? Because it looks like your failing at that.

Maybe you should close your book/laptop/turn off the t.v. and get some actual sleep?


If it isn’t obvious yet, I’m tired after this week. Very tired.

Inspired by this Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. The rules:

  1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

  2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

  3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

  4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people will come and read your post! The way to ping back, is to just copy and paste the URL of my post somewhere on your post. Then your URL will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. For example, in your post you can copy and paste the following: This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/  The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

  5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

  6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

  7. Have fun!

Ten Years – Repeat

Looking out over the view before me fills me with more than I had ever thought possible. Something so awe-inspiring and breath-taking and yet so very ominous staring back at me in the night. I had never thought that I would ever see such a sight and upon being presented with it I am filled with melancholy. What will such a thing be spoken of in years to come? How will this night be remembered?

What will life be like once such a sight comes to us once more?

It has been almost 10 years since I saw such a sight in the night sky as a full blood-red moon gazing back at me and I have seen the world change and grow and yet backslide all at the same time. History is forever moving forward and yet backward at the same time. Wars and bombs and killings and people lost who are now found. Burglaries and hostage situations and people in power caring more about what they want and their own images than the people below them.

History repeats itself because no one ever seems to learn from the mistakes of the past. We seem to feel like we who have come next are far ore wiser than those of the past because we ‘know more’ or ‘have better technology’ or a hundred other different excuses to simply start everything all over again.

Natural history, the history of everything else that isn’t human, repeats itself because they are set in a pattern that only changes because of the interaction of humanity within it.

Looking up at the blood-red moon I wonder what will happen int he next ten years before I see another.

Written for FreeWriteFriday: http://kellieelmore.com/2013/10/18/fwf-free-write-friday-image-prompt-with-guest-host-mark-schutter/

Born With Hope

Written for FreeWritingFriday prompt:

Baby’s are more than just little fighters and little children that we can hold in our arms and pretend that we can protect them from all the evil in the world. They are our world and it is possible for them to grow up and even start a world of their own.

My baby sister was born in distress. The umbilical cord was wrapped twice around her neck when she was born and the placenta had ruptured before that. If she had been born only a few years earlier, both she and my mother would have died. They would have left one child still unborn (my youngest sibling, my brother) and six other children with only one parent who didn’t really know what to do with five daughters and one son right smack dab in the middle. All were under the age of 10.

They lived and because they lived others have been able to enter into this world as well. My baby sister is getting married in one month to a young man who is perfect for her and she for him. This could have not happened if only she had been born several years earlier when medical science wouldn’t have been able to save her and my mother. She survived because she was born when and where the Lord wanted her born. not all children are thus blessed in this life, but I pray that your nephew may be as blessed as my sister and live a long life, maybe even create another world all together when he has children someday,

There is always hope. Medical science would not have come as far as it had if the people who are brave enough to try something knew did not have hope and faith. A little prayer never hurts either. Best of love to Baby Khole and his family.

Prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2013/10/11/fwf-free-write-friday-special-edition-teamkhole/