Petalouda

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Petalouda

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Write.

Dear beautiful people the time is now to write. There will never be any other time but now. Perhaps no one will like it and perhaps someone will hate it but it is better to have written than to never have written at all. You don’t even need to share it here, but share it with yourself at least, this time to begin a conversation with yourself that may one day help others.

Challenge

words

Petalouda in Words

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The search for words

g of birds Who scribble their words to use such a name name the group thus!

ind her But after *No truer words were ever spoken But upon hearing them

tle being I held in my arms. words can hardly describe the feeling in the

need to plan activities [key words: moving to France, shipping container,

our wonderful emails and kind words I hope you’re all well and feeling a h

beautiful voice she murmured words of reassurance. “The baby is coming,” s

. He is going to come.” Her words were like a soothing balm that poured I

s it too much for him. Some wordsof love: You are good. You are fine.

her people do the word. [keywords: depression, depressed, mothering affi

- another card, w/the sweetest words - certificate for 1 free night of babysi

ow in the “bad” stuff (my own words. She says it’s like photos, you don’t

eight to begin with. In other words, to have become overweight in the first

- though he didn’t say it in words, the love shining in his eyes made me f

d to squat near and speak to (words of wisdom - stay off the road) - likin

I’m not getting it right. The words aren’t coming the way they should. No on

n. You write... we perfecct words be Wild ---- [on the back of this tor

(modern greek) Related to the words for “petal,” “leaf,” “spreading out.”

@prose @MarkTwain #challenge #words #gratitude #vijournal #searchresults

Note: Doesn’t format correctly on mobile screen... needs at least 16 words per line. “Words” should be emphasized throughout.

Petalouda

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Big Sur

Something’s gotta give and that my friend is you. Be a friend. Try to help it; get it right. Give a little, and tread water till the wave swells, beneath your body skimming like a sleek fish in the blue deep. All you gotta do is roll with it. It’s effortless once you tap into the truth.

#streamofthought

Petalouda

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The Whirling Dirvishes (after Rumi)

In the spiral filing flare

of the skirts

there is a turning

in my heart,

a softening, an opening...

a blossom

appearing in

a fissure

of the rock

as I

surrender.

your eyes.

Can you hear

the song

within

your silence?

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Inspired by this video: https://vimeo.com/253251645 "Beyond the Noise," by The Study Society, which was shared via renowned Kirtan leader, Nikki Slade. A poem by Rumi is read by Kim Sham Richardson.

Challenge

Write something that you would never post on social media. Then share this challenge on social media.

Petalouda

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#nolikes

Seeking validation

Where are you, validation?

You are within.

#challenge @prose #socialmedia

Challenge

Say something honest.

Petalouda

93 reads

Parabola

I both crave and fear success. The craving of it unfurls like a fern sprouting within. The fear of it clenches like a raging, triumphant fist gripping my still-beating heart.

Petalouda

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Raven

Yesterday despression fell over me lightly, like the black wing of a great raven, hunkering down over its nest for the night.

Life is so wildly full and disorganized and seemingly out of my control.

The worst thing is I know I have no right to be dull and depressed. My life is great, is it not? I have nothing to complain about. All is well. We have what we need. Thanks to T. Thanks to T.

He is goodness, is he not? He is Adam Bede, isn’t it true? He keeps trucking along in spite of the mundane awfulness. He just gets on with it.

But not me. *I* was taught to imagine life as infinitely full of possibility; that we could be the tiny fleck of diamond on the great raven’s wing, soaring through the skies between the tallest evergreens. That’s what I expect from life.

Not this mundane, out-of-control awfulness. Not placid acceptance of us all being cogs in the wheel of some relentless, pointless machine.

However: I am only under the light, black wing of a raven; I have only to make my tiny way *onto* it, in order to soar

Challenge

Did you ever come across an incident where you realized how much you really love your life? I’d like to read some interesting real life incidents. Make it dramatic if you want, write something that’d stop the reader’s breath.

Petalouda

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Athens

It was some drug I had not taken. It took me, carried me far beyond the turquoise sea; my friend was mad or sad that night, but she was experienced and I was new; maybe that's why I only felt love. Pure, purest love. I travelled far above the highest layer of the universe, the dancers pumped and jumped in red blue and green; a colour prism converged in me. I was a momentary chalice. Some night club in Athens. The walls breathed and sighed as I climbed so high. Tears streamed. I understood the web of life in one instant.

#prose #challenge #lovelife #reallifeincident