Why I Blog ~ Prompt from Mind Bump

suggested by Spelling Search

"Why do you write your blog?"

I blog because I hope to find and be found.
I hope to find bloggers and be found by bloggers
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I hope to find the wisdom within
And the wisdom beyond
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Blogging is my affirmation of
The season
The cycle
Of happiness
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I blog because I hope to give
Some precious gift to someone
In a time of dark loneliness
But I need not know the gift is received
Only that a little of me travels on
Somewhere
Like a light
Is all that matters
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Blogging is my understanding
Of tangible eternity
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One Photo Could Be My Life ~ Prompt from Mind Bump

suggested by Testube

"If you had to select only one photograph from your photo albums to represent your life, which photograph would you choose?"

Winging my way home to the early dawn of an Australian spring, (from a whirlwind Autumn in Saskatchewan, Canada), and as I approached the last airwaves before landing in Melbourne, I took a photo of the Victorian Alps, huddled in the northeast landscapes of Victoria.

The raining colour I had left behind in Canada still resonated in my wistful spirit. So, seeing far below a blue, misted world quilted with fancy, melting snowy icing was quite a shock for the flying soul. Taking the photo helped make the culture shock tangible. But I had to wrestle to get a clear image. You see, I was seated near a window, but halfway down the plane. That meant all scenic views were crossed with a single, silver-plated, gleaming wing of the aircraft.

If I struggled for too long to get the perfect shot, I knew the beauty would be gone in just a moment. So the wing had to be there, somehow. Thinking quickly, maybe desperately, I turned the camera slightly so that the wing of the plane angled diametrically, symmetrically; beauty cleanly divided into two self-contained parts with a sliver of silver.

The final photo could be so symbolic of all that I am. Imagine pearling white clouds, patches of pale blue sky meeting the blues of earth; cloudy pockets of snow deftly icing random peaks. And then a wing, like a silver lining struggling for a place in this world of magical mystery, struggling to fly in it, through it and over it; maybe carrying a little memory to the heady bustle of urban Melbourne.

That is me! A kind of Jonathan Livingston Seagull tweeked with just a hint of airbrushing; maybe limping a little on one wing at times, but always flying above the clouds; seeing worlds beyond the routine of traffic lights and time frames. After all, in the space of one flight, I had travelled from Autumn to Spring!

Anything is possible when you fly!

Are bloggers the rockstars of tomorrow? ~ Prompt from Mind Bump

suggested by The Occasional Editorialist

"Are bloggers the rockstars of tomorrow?"

Bloggers are musicians in the orchestra of Universal Songlines
They are Stations along the Underground Railway
They are Flags hoisted in Tomorrow's Galaxies
But they Walk in the Moccasins of Yesterday's Wisdoms
Sometimes sighing for lost Edens
Sometimes dreaming of Edens to be
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The Internet is a Leveller
Anyone can blog a Heart Song
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There is even room for transitory Rock Stars!

Describe your first memory of the rain ~ Prompt from Mind Bump

suggested by Gothic Home

"Describe your first memory of the rain."

It was just a tiny room achingly squeezed between my mother's open world front room and my brother's awakening to a sprawling garden. My room peeped onto a fence, a linear fragment of damp greens and a narrow pathway from somewhere to somewhere.

And then the rains came.

A dreaming, quiet 5 year old can find wonder and magic in an old, dusty window pane etched in rain.
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Just a pane of glass
Cobwebbed, stained and forgotten
Smudged, blurred, tainted life
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Just a little rain
Fragile, trembling, silvered streams
Jigsaw shapes beyond
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Just a little dream
Luminous pulses wander
Mixing and matching
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