Category: Writing
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A Moon Wink- Day 12 SOLSC
The moon gave a wink yielding to Earth’s allure- celestial tease. On my way home from exercising tonight, the moon caught my eye. It was a very slim sliver in the sky. It made me think the moon had closed it eye to wink at the earth. It’s shape and position were beautiful. As the…
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5,4,3,2,1…Weekly Reflection – Day 8 SOLSC
So it is Friday which means time for my weekly reflection. I do this each week so it can be my slice this Friday. 5 Smiles 🙂 1. Wrote for the first 8 days of the challenge . 2. Two sunny, 70 degree days in the beginning of March (uncommon for Upstate NY) 3. Surprising…
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Tomorrow brings…who?- Day 7 SOLSC
Yesterday was sunny and Springy I was energetic and light. Today was gray, misty, wet I was slow, humdrum, flat. I personify each day’s weather. Tomorrow will be who? Poetic form: Nonet ( a 9 line poem – each line contains a descending syllable count from 9,8,7….1)
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#2nd year Slicer- Day 4 SOLSC
Honestly, I don’t like to draw attention to myself. I don’t like to be in the spotlight or have it anywhere near me. I prefer to hang out in the background-quietly, unnoticed- as I take in all that is around me. Much more of an observer than a performer. I am pushing myself to step…
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Luxuriating in a Lazy Saturday- Day 2 SOLSC
Letting go of the list of to do’s Listening to my body’s call for rest Leaning into the warmth of healing from the heating pad Lifting a warm mug of chai to my lips while Lolling wrapped in a fuzzy sherpa blanket Lapping up the last pages of my current read Loafing watching the first…
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Challenge or Invitation?- Day 1 SOLSC
Slice of Life Challenge Story Challenge begins today. Something about the word “challenge” is freezing up my brain. Challenge brings up my fighting instincts, survival instincts, warrior instincts. That word prepares me for a battle. Yes, it is just a word, but it has power. Reading the word -“challenge”- my creative pathways surrender to my…
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Fear or Fun?
Brown crunchy leaf barely hanging on. Brisk wind makes it shiver, loosen. Does fear rise in its being? Knowing that it’s release signals end of life. Grasping the branch but forced to let go- die. Bright gold leaf celebrates it’s budding to end. Elegant color emblazons the treetops. Does fun rise in your being? Knowing…
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The Truth is a Midnight Drum
The truth is a midnight drum in that it beat, beat , beats through my unconscious mind. Conjuring into a rhythmic vision that dance, dance, dances me through its candor. Awakening, the beating strain repeat, repeat, repeats in my brain bringing truth to the light of day. I was in a notebooking funk over the…
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Old-Fashioned Mail Joy
Joy over a bright green envelope piled in daily mail addressed in tipsy cursive letters indicating it is more than junk recognizing the black loops, slants and dots as a dear old friend’s identifiable, treasured scrawl ripping open the envelope to eagerly read life’s news Going to the mailbox yesterday, I had this small gift…
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A Place to Think
a wood-chipped trail meandering through the woods releases free spaces in my mind to fill with creative vibes, a large boulder blanketed with moss marooned by the end of a stream is the perfect place to perch and let my thoughts be carried by the current of my brain waves, the sunbeams dappling across my…
Doodads and Doodles 