My turbulent heart Entwined with yours Pulses in rhythm playing our own ballad Pull me close Hold me tight Don’t ever let go (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *Picture found on Pixabay
“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.”
—Winnie the Pooh
Looking out through the glass walls, I keep my distance. You see, the glass lets me observe life without getting my hands dirty.
Become a participant? Oh, no. Risk the safety of my glass sanctuary? I couldn’t possibly!
I’ve built perfection here. Everything in its place. Everything as it should be.
Some people say that I must be lonely. I have no time to be lonely. Maintaining perfection keeps me busy. I must tend to the Blue Bells next, for the rows are askew.
Later, I will lounge in my perfect straight-back chair and gaze through the perfect glass walls. I will watch as you go about the messy business of life. You love each other and hate each other. You birth children and neglect them. You give life and destroy it.
I have no need for such insanity.
I was like you, once. I loved and had my heart broken. I worked and toiled. My children grew and turned away from me. They have their own glass houses to build.
The stench of your evil does not penetrate my sanctuary. I can safely observe what most would call life.
*I seem to be ever more aware of the passage of time and life not lived or time wasted. I feel it slipping by me and I know I cannot slow its progress. Depression was the thief that stole much of my life from me. It shakes me to my core to realize that it took me this long to realize the precious jewel that is life.
*I originally wrote and posted this in 2018. Although not new, I felt it deserved a 2nd outing. I hope you enjoyed.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Happy Friday all! We all have our favorites, right? Favorite food, favorite music, etc. I have favorite blogs. Many, many favorites. 🙂 I decided that I need to be sharing these favorites with you. After all, they ARE wonderful and that’s why they are favorites, right?
So today is my first of many (I hope) favorites, that I wish to share with you. In no particular order, I’ll tell you a little about them and why they are my favorite blogs to visit. Please be sure to drop by and give their blog a look-see. You won’t be sorry and they might just become a favorite of yours too!
My very first favorite is Trent’s World (The Blog)
I start with Trent’s blog because he is one of the very first bloggers I connected with on WordPress. He’s always been kind, inspiring and helpful to me from day one. His blog is a treasure trove of short stories, not-so-short stories, prose, photography, art and various other things.
Trent does a Weekly Smile piece that is always fun to check out and participate in. Trent is a very active blogger and participates in a number of prompts and challenges here.
Trent now has 4 books in print and 5th one coming soon! He’s a prolific writer who weaves colorful and imaginative stories. You can check out his book titles and descriptions HERE.
So be sure to check out Trent’s blog. It’s worth your time and it may just become a favorite of yours too!
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
Next Friday, Playing Favorites Friday #2. Be sure to watch for it! 🙂
Ah, Spam. Yummy and filling, but not always a good thing when it’s cluttering up your mailbox!
I’ve done several posts on humorous spam that I’ve received. Those of you that are new to following me can find some of these HERE, HERE & HERE. Lately, I’ve received very few spam comments. On one hand, this is a good thing. But if you’re trying to write about spam, it doesn’t give you much to work with!
So I’m going to throw this out there to you. Check your spam folder and share with us your most comical spam comment! I’ve had some real winners.
Do you get much spam?
I saw it just on the other side of the meadow.
There has been a time when The Threshold was within me, barely restrained, bursting at the seams to get out and into the light of day.
Was this it? It had been so long since I’d seen it, I wasn’t sure. Sometimes it would appear just on the edge of my peripheral vision, vanishing when I looked directly at it. Other times it was like a warm hug, enveloping my entire being.
Carefully, I made my way across the dew laden grass. I didn’t dare blink, lest it disappear. Ignoring the chill of my bare feet, I approached as quietly as I could.
Standing before it, I reached out a tentative, trembling hand. What would it hold this time? What magic lay on the other side?
I took a deep breath and stepped across The Threshold.
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*The original version of this was written in 2016. I liked it quite a lot back then but have reworked it a little. I hope you enjoyed.