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Cast your nets

Daily Prompt: Voyage

Cast upon the world your nets of hopeful wealth and reel back your bounty.  What treasures do you behold, captured in the knotted sinew?

I cast out my net each evening before I go to bed. As I drift off to sleep I wonder what I will see come morning light. The treasures that come late in the night through my dreams are not all mine to keep, so they flow right on through the openings.  Those that remain are memories of you.

Of times when we laughed at silly childish things.  Of the dancing in circles while others joined in celebration of the simpler times in our lives.  These fragments of us are what is caught in the evening net.

In the morning, I cast the net out again hoping to capture more wealth.  I am not a greedy person!  Through the day I go about my business with everyday things.  The mundane, meaningful life of adults in a complex world.  My mind doesn’t think back to the net for the entire day, until after sunset.

As the sun is setting I retrieve my net for the second time.  Inside it a different bounty awaits.  For inside the blackened threads are the golden words of wisdom.  These remind me that I have survived today.  Through the void of dissociation and depersonalization of self, all the words repeat the same message — You are you, regardless of your name.

My net is filled with a wealth not of money, but of memories.  From there I can pull from all that I need to sustain my voyage of life.

Shared to my other blog: A Girl Named Laura




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He loves my curves

I’m 47 years old, a mother of four and married to a man who thinks I’m beautiful!  Life should be great.  Yet, the nagging thoughts of those bumps, rolls and shall we call them ‘curves’ can cause me great personal pain.

As I look back on the photos of my 20’s I see my younger body, with the tight tummy, the tiny little breasts and the tighter butt.  Now though through a combination of age, bad diet and lack of exercise I’m about 2x the size I was back then.  I was a 5, now I’m a 10/12 in dress sizes.

There was a time I use to really beat myself up over my new curves.  I stopped doing that, most days.  Instead I see myself the way my family does, especially my husband.


He’s always adored this body, no matter how big those curves got.  He mentions that I still have great hips with a waist curve he can’t get enough of.  So for women out there that are looking into their mirrors and see only the negative, look again.  Those curves are what make us women.  They define our beauty.  For every curve there is a reason for it being in just that right place.

So be proud, and never regret not having the straight body…because women let’s be honest even those girls have curves, they are just more subtle.

Written for Daily Prompt: Curves

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Hey that’s mine!

Have you ever walked out to the parking lot only to realize that you’ve lost your car?  It stirs a moment of incredible worry for some people.  Of course you do eventually find the vehicle, and with a sigh of relief you drive home or to your next destination.

Now consider this.   Perhaps it was your bike that you’ve lost.  You had chained it up as safely as you could using the best gauge of metal, wrapped in thick plastic and with a custom keycode.  It should be in the same place when you return, but it isn’t.  It’s gone!

In our community this is called borrowing.  It’s outright stealing, but the difference is that the individual who took your bike just needs it to go from point A to point B.  They do not want to sell it.

I’m not sure what is going on in peoples’ minds today towards value of property, or of self. It all seems to be steady slipping away.  Is that what we have become?  Are we developing into such a society that we proceed to infer that we own everything, and that everything can be bartered for.

There are many things in life you cannot borrow, yet we make reference to that phrase all the time. “Can I borrow you for just a minute?”, is a favorite of mine.  Actually no, you can’t because once my minute is gone, it’s gone.

Borrowing, to me has become an excuse for not taking responsibility for your own self.  It’s a poor excuse, but one that has become prolific.  So please, stop borrowing!  Ask politely to use other peoples time, energy, resources, and possessions, then give it back.  If you don’t return the borrowed items, then you have stolen it from the individual who generously gave it to you.


Written in response to The Daily Post: Borrowed

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Love letters are dead

It’s spring!  Well it’s supposed to be by now, but here in Sarnia, Ontario we received six inches of heavy wet snow.  Just two days ago we were all wearing sweaters.  Yes this is a typical Canadian spring.  The weather reminded me of how quickly things change, yet stay the same.

As the weather warms our natural instincts to clean our “nests” kicks in.  We inevitably sift through the dusty buried boxes found in our antics, alcoves and closets; checking for what is good, and what is ready to be donated. Stored away we will discover items drawing us to memories from days gone. Some items will filled our hearts and eyes with tears of joy, or sadness as we let our mind meander back to yesteryear.

Are love letters dead?  Have they disappeared like most everything else with any human touch in this modern world of technology?  Our written words have been replaced with blogs, emails, the simple single letter text like “K”, and emoticons.

YouTube video: Young couples attempt to write a love letter.

Handwriting is becoming a lost art!  Children in grade school are no longer taught how to write cursive, let alone how to read it.  Instead everything is typed out on computers.  The emotional sense of pouring your heart out in words onto paper has been replaced with machine driven corrections such as, the back-space key, and the auto corrector (which is not very smart).  Missing are the tears stains, the misaligned words as they leap off the predesigned lines in hasty writings, the scribbling and crossing out of words as our thoughts race across the paper.  Gone is the sense of personality behind the curve of the characters.

As the age of technology has brought us closer around the world, it has left us without the emotions derived from holding the words written by our loved ones.  The physical touch of the paper.  The yellowing stains that tell us that this was a piece of our history, all gone.

I wonder if in 100 years from now if anyone will know how to write in cursive.  Will it be some new historical lesson in our schools for scholars to study like ancient text?  I hope not.

Keeping memories alive

Receiving a simple handwritten letter from anyone is something to be treasured.  I hope if you undercover one you remember the importance of the words written.  Do not place these delicate memories back inside a darkened box, only to be forgotten; instead place them in a frame and hang them on the walls of your home.  For those words hold a special message written just for you.  The length of the letter isn’t as important as the words contained with.  This person wrote to let you know of their intention.  Be it about love, sorrow, loss, dreams, an invitation or something else, the message was personal.  It was written for your eyes.

Spring is here!  Let’s bring back the old before it is too late. Write a letter to someone, anyone.  I know postage for a single stamp is 80 cents in Canada, but for that few pennies a lifetime of memories can be made. Isn’t it worth it to our loved ones to keep our history alive for generations to come?

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