Thursday, April 17, 2014
For this week's prose assignment I chose to write about someone finding a key. This story came to me late last night as I was drifting off to sleep.
Charity pauses, her hand on the knob of the door. She takes a deep breath as if to steel herself for what comes next. She glances both left and right without really seeing the beautiful wood paneling or the various works of art on the walls. She seems as though she’s not sure if she is hoping for someone to come upon her or if she really wants to open the door. Her tawny brown eyes narrow and her generous mouth thins as she seems to fight tears.
Charity reaches over absently and plays with the wide silver bracelet on her left arm in what seems a nervous habit. This piece looks sturdy and unadorned with no seeming beginning or end. She takes another deep breath and slowly turns the knob. Charity reaches in as she steps through the door and flips the light switch on the wall next to the door automatically.
The overhead lights flicker and come to life illuminating what one would assume was a study. Charity looks over her shoulder back into the hall and shuts the door behind her, closing herself in. She stares for a moment at the large room. There are several bookcases lining the walls and more artwork gracing them as well. In the center of the room is a large antique pedestal desk.
One in the room charity does not hesitate, heading directly to the desk. Pulling out the leather executive chair she glances once more at the door then sits and starts pulling out drawers. She pulls out all the items drawer by drawer, examining the insides of the drawers, looking for a hidden compartment. She hurries but takes the time to replace all the pens, files, papers, envelopes, etc back where she found them. In the bottom right drawer, she hesitates, running her fingers over the decorative scrolling on the front. She gently presses on a small circle in the center of the decorative work. A small section swings out revealing a small compartment.
Inside the small cubby is a unique, small key. The key looks more like a round charm with four small prongs making it look almost like a small table. A shadow falls over her as the door to the hallway opens and he is there. He doesn’t say a word, just stands in the doorway watching Charity.
Charity sees ‘him’ standing there. The one she was racing against to find this key. She takes the key and slips it into the recessed points that are so small they can really only be felt. The bracelet slips off her wrist. She is free.
Friday, April 04, 2014
Write about a reflection in the mirror.
Reflections in a Mirror
A young woman stops as she sees her reflection in the mirror. At first she starts to turn away and then with a guilty look around she stops and takes a better look. There she is in all her glory. She is slender but curved, somewhere on the short side, but still cute in all. Her hair is full and shines in the light. She notices her eyes and pleasing face and smiles. She does not see the shine that comes into her eyes, or how she lights up with the smile. She doesn’t stop to see all that before she looks at the rest of her. The chest, oh why couldn’t it be more? It’s so small, barely needs any support at all. Her smile fades a bit and the eyes lose their glow. And then there’s her hips and thighs oh my. Why oh why are they so grossly big? They are always larger by a size or two than any other part of her body. The smile is gone and a line creases her brow. She sighs as she turns away, wishing for more.
A woman steps up to that mirror. She stops to stare for a long while. She notices the lines that crinkle around eyes and mouth. She notices her cheeks are plumper and that her face is a little… well, droopy. She also looks farther south as one tends to do. She smiles a little at the chest which it seems has grown and fills out the blouse nicely. She sighs though over her hips and thighs. It seems that nothing, not weights or swimming or dancing will ever change their shape that is a size or two larger than the rest of her is. But she smiles for she remembers the things she has done. That life is more than just the size of her waist. She’s loved and laughed and fought and cried in this body of hers. But why can’t she just tame those curves, make those thighs and hips thinner? Surely life would be better at least clothes would fit better then. She leaves the mirror with a sigh and regrets all the times she didn’t go to the gym, work out harder or longer.
A woman steps up to a mirror and sees a person who takes care. She takes care of her family, her friends and even strangers from time to time. She sees the laugh lines around her smiling eyes and mouth and smiles. This woman notices that perhaps it’s time for a touch up on the roots, why look any older than you feel? She decides, then and there, to make that appointment when she’s done here. She looks at her form and smiles wider. She’s looking good, sure she “could” stand to lose a few pounds but look at all her body has taken her through. She’s been married a good number of years now. She still feels that zing when she sees her husband. She has helped friends, loved, lived done some amazing things like trying rock climbing or going cruising with family. She lives a simple life most of the time and sometimes thinks it’s probably boring to others. This is her life reflected and she owns it. She leaves the mirror with these final words ringing in her ears; looking good kid.
In my life I’ve been all three women reflected here. I know which one I strive for because she is complete and happy. Her size is just a reminder of how far she’s travelled in this life and has no bearing on her sense of self worth. She is not perfect, nor does she need to be. I smile at the woman in the mirror. She is me.
Friday, March 28, 2014
blog # 1
I loved all the articles. They all had good information and made me think about why I want to write and how personal blogs, essays or short stories, etc daily can help with creativity, anxiety and keep the mind active. Keeping the mind active is one of the keys to living a healthy and happy life. One of my big fears is of living without being aware, such as with Alzheimer’s or dementia. I also have trouble focusing on many days and seem to be sleepwalking through my life.
The lifehack article www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/
all-the-time.html motivated me the most. I signed up for the figment newsletter and subject a day email. I think this will help me to start writing at least a little daily, which always helps me to focus and calms me. I think it will help me to be more productive in other areas of my life as well and perhaps to find more creative ways of dealing with life in general.
The other site I really enjoyed was the one dealing with the personal essay. davehood59.wordpress.com/2010/05/02/
I’ve never tried this outside of Spark People blogs. I might want to explore this style of writing more as well.
Blog # 2
My reason for taking this class:
I am a writer. This is one of the few creative outlets I have. I am a huge fan of the written word. I have enjoyed writing since I was in high school but have never really done anything with it outside of a few newsletter articles. I have spurts of creativity, but have had a several year long drought recently. I want, no, need to find my creativity and joy of writing again. This class is offering a way to explore several types of writing I’ve never tried. I mostly write fiction, a few poems and the aforementioned newsletter articles so writing on a more personal level is going to be something new. It kind of has me nervous but still excited to get started.
Monday, February 17, 2014
I love taking part in challenges and blogging (so why am I not blogging more? Good question.) So this weekend's challenge includes writing myself a love letter. I'm going to give a bit of background first, because writing this is a little more difficult than I thought it would be.
I was taught that the Bible says to love thy neighbor. The rest of the sentence was conveniently left out... as thyself. So I was taught to think of everyone else before me. Their needs ALWAYS take precedence to mine, or at least they should. Thinking of myself, talking about my accomplishments is "bragging" and a Christian Lady doesn't brag". So it has taken some time for me to understand that I am worth loving, that I am a wonderful complete person in and of myself. I don't need anyone else's approval to be loved. I am love worthy just because I am alive. I care about others and have a huge amount of empathy. So learning to love myself is something I'm still working on, but I am more comfortable with myself now.
A friend in a similar blog said that her actions didn't show love for herself. I too didn't take good care of my physical body. I ate poorly, I didn't exercise (after I stopped clubbing) and I allowed myself to balloon up in weight over the years, partially at least because I didn't care about me. I also tended to go with the flow and eat whatever others around me were eating. I had a roommate that ate nothing but fried foods and drank nothing but soda (diet of course). I went along and soon I had gained over 50 lbs.
So now I am speaking up. I am not following the crowd with my eating. I am beginning to believe that I am worth loving, just because I exist.
I just wanted to let you know how awesome I think you are. You are not perfect and that is OK. You don't need to be perfect. You are perfect in your imperfection. Yes, you tend to be sedentary (I often thought/think of this as lazy). But you are dealing with life the best you can. You are doing more than you have ever done, excepting those few years in high school on the swim team.
You exercise more days than not now. You are planning for your future adventures with your husband and friends. You are actively seeking new exercises you CAN do. Yes I know that walking is boring sometimes, but it IS something you CAN do. It has also brought you this far towards living a healthy life. Keep it up!
You are a great friend. You truly care about others, but don't forget that you need to take care of yourself too. I am so proud of you for speaking up and sticking to your guns on food. You have stuck with a gluten free diet for almost a year. You have let others know and they care enough to at least try to serve gluten free foods. This is just the beginning. You can speak up for yourself and what you need. If those around you don't understand, they can be replaced (if truly necessary).
Remember always that I love you.
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