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As always an optional gratitude section is included at the end.
Here are this week’s questions:
1. Did you ever keep a diary? No.
2. Do you use a calendar that is NOT on a computer/smartphone? Sometimes
3. When was the last time you wrote a letter…… using pen and paper, not a computer. Last week.
4. If you had a column of 10 figures, could you add them up or would you need a calculator? Yes.
Gratitude: I am grateful I had a family visit with a surprise of my oldest granddaughter! She is a pediatrician in CO about six hours away.🥰🎉
“This week the theme is to find a song that carries a message of empowerment. Take some time to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this music challenge, and even better, read as many of them as you can as you will probably find many enjoyable songs and it is quite possible that you will learn a thing or two. Share your music with others and post a video, try do some research and let everyone know something about the song that you post. Tell everyone why you like the song, whether it was a hit, or what you think the song is about. Show the lyrics, let’s all listen to our favorite songs and explore some new music. Try to find a song that fits the theme, then write your post and create a pingback, or you can just place your link in the comments section.”
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My first thought was a memory of riding with my daughter and granddaughter in the car when this song came on the radio. My granddaughter was seven years old and belted out the chorus to this song, “Roar” by Katy Perry. She is twenty this year and has lived up to the message her entire life. The video is worth looking up and watching!👍🏻
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath Scared to rock the boat and make a mess So I sat quietly, agreed politely I guess that I forgot I had a choice I let you push me past the breaking point I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up (hey) Already brushing off the dust You hear my voice, you hear that sound Like thunder, gonna shake the ground You held me down, but I got up (hey) Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar Louder, louder than a lion ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Now I’m floatin’ like a butterfly Stinging like a bee, I earned my stripes I went from zero, to my own hero
You held me down, but I got up (hey) Already brushing off the dust You hear my voice, you hear that sound Like thunder, gonna shake the ground You held me down, but I got up (hey) Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar Louder, louder than a lion ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you’ll hear me roar) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar Louder, louder than a lion ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you’ll hear me roar) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Sara loved him in a clinch and Joe was also loving the cinch. He was always pleasant, never a grinch. But then she gave him a pinch. Joe startled with a flinch. Sara said, “you need to lose an inch”, tugged on his belt like a winch. Joe defensively backed up in a squinch.
Joe was losing and now the silence of the others at the table was getting louder. It was known Joe was a fairly new player, but today his lack of money irritated the older poker lovers. They all had seen the change in him, his excited beginning and now his slow demeanor. It seemed every hand kept losing and he was running out of cash. Suddenly Joe noticed the flowers design on the playing cards. It showed a pattern in the winners’ hands. Once he figured it all out he realized losing was not his fault. He wondered who else in the group knew about it. All this time he had been cheated.
For this Prosery Prompt, I’ve chosen the following line
“I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts” From “Jaguar Song.” Read the entire poem here.
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Trying to sleep, I roll over, my sight turned away from the window. Closed blinds don’t keep the outside safety lighting from my room and I don’t use drapes. As a result the entire room is alight. My habit of covering my head with the covers helps me simulate darkness. The lack of light doesn’t keep my imagination from seeing it; however my mind works when it refuses to slow and let me sleep. “It” roams around, unchecked, as if to speak, “I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”. I know it’s ridiculous, at least in the daylight hours, but at night, the darkest of my day, I hear it. I’ve tried to scare it off, rising up suddenly and flipping my covers. Of course I see nothing and settle back into my cocoon, trying to think of something pleasant, and sleep.
Follow the folklore and discover a world of adventure, was the older man’s advice. “Stories!” The pleas of his grandchildren with wonder and excitement on their faces, was always received with love. As their only grandparent, he denied them nothing. He would be at home, sitting casually, emit a fake sigh of impatience and then begin to strum his guitar. The children gathered round like little bees to a hive. The sky was the limit to grandfather’s tales of his youth.
The Bag Lady 
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