This prompt from Fandango is all about the quote. I love this quote as it is about faith, not religion. I believe in a higher power of some sort, call it Mother Nature, Father Earth, Science, whatever there is a “force” greater than myself. So this quote has always been a favorite of mine.
“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” –Rabindranath Tagore
In addition I want to take a moment to thank those whose blogs I read that inspire me everyday. Those who take the time to comment on my writing – whether good or bad I want to know what you think. And even those who just drop by to read occasionally instead of following. You all make my day!
I am hoping for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow… I am going through a doctor prescribed med change and sleeping a LOT. So I am falling further behind. In hopes to catch up I may do a couple of simple posts… this is one of them. This is a great version of this song from Wizard of Oz…
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – somewhere
A fun fact… most of the big ones I have at some time covered with a portion of a post. So, I am going back to a special thing I did that I can barely remember but I had a love hate relationship with it. Back in the day (early 70s), at least around here, there was a class you could take through parks and rec that was a skill I have used zero times in my life.
Both my sister and I took a class for baton twirling. It was very big for baton twirlers to be at the state fair talent search, and the occasional marching band, but your average citizen does not need that skill. I loved the class because my mom used to twirl a baton in her marching band and made it look so easy. I wanted to be just like mom.
Gravity had other plans for me and I dropped the baton more times than I caught it. And there were the bruises from this metal stick with heavy rubber knobs on it falling and hitting me in various places. I was black and blue all over my arms.
Now in 2020, nearly 50 years later, I wonder if any towns still offer classes like that for kids in the summer or any time of year really. Of course now a days, you would get a visit from child protective services if you had a child with that many bruises. It was an experience that was not a life changer, but I can look back and smile at how hard I tried to be like mom.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #24 – a fun fact
There are several reasons I write. The obvious one is for enjoyment. I like stretching my creative muscles a bit to see what I can come up with. I challenge myself with daily prompts and the occasional photo prompt. I don’t know how true it is but they say keeping your brain active is good for your health as well.
One of the main reasons I write though is to get out what is inside of my head. Ever since I was an awkward teenager I have put my doubts, fears and dreams into poems. It is still an outlet for me. And especially in these last 10 years I have had a LOT to process. So I write.
There is also the hope that my darkest times turned around to “good” will let someone out there know there is hope that things can get better. If I can even just reach one person and give them a bright spot or a bit of hope, I feel I have accomplished something.
And there is one final thing I didn’t expect. The blogging community. I have made some friends and I had no idea there would be such an easy connection with the community. My readers are a great bunch of people and I thank you all for reading.