I love when I am walking and see a dog. The bad part is, right when the dog gets close, its owner pulls it away, so as not to “bother” me. But it’s like, “No, I want to be bothered by your dog!”
I am feeling extra depressed today, so am Just Jotting. Maybe I will go to the coffee shop. Part of my depression is that I’m not getting enough hours at work, but I’m not sure how functional I’d be at work, anyway. I image-searched “sad coffee” and found this:
I feel so tired, but I have to go to work in an hour. In addition, I can’t seem to write anything even vaguely poetic.
I can be thankful that I get to go to work (especially since lately there haven’t been as many hours because we haven’t been busy, so they haven’t needed me as much). I am also thankful for the women’s group at my church, which just happened. It is better to go than not to go.
Even with food and coffee, I’m still so tired.
Sitting here trying to write, I can be thankful for words, For the coffee and the gentle breeze, on this sunny weekday -- And the warmth of friends who are like family, in sweet memories.
A sijo for Ronovan Writes’s prompt.
For DVerse Poetics: Cheers!, we are to write inspired by a drink. I’m glad that it wasn’t limited to alcoholic beverages because I don’t drink; in fact, I find the mere smell of alcohol repulsive.
Other people have written gorgeous poems involving wine, but this is mine. 😅 I write what I know, haha. Comments are appreciated.
Starbucks is my bar. I walked straight there, after Getting my heart broken (again) I needed a hot, tall (handsome?) Dark roast immediately that morning, And time to cry and write. The salt from my tears Under the rims of my glasses Made me look somewhat on the rocks.
Linda’s SoCS prompt today is “your favorite word.” I’m not yet sure of my favorite word, but one of my favorite phrases is “Free Coffee” (the other is “Perpetual Adoration,” but I think only other Catholics will even know what that is).
After thinking about it, I can’t tell which word is my favorite for its sound, but definitely one of my favorites as to its meaning is Hope. That’s why I wrote this acrostic, with a nod to Emily Dickinson.
Hope is a beautiful treasure,
Is worth more than most wondrous gifts:
The way people can keep going, the
Thing that keeps from despair’s pit;
With great love I hold mine, and see
Feathers like those on angels’ wings.
Note: According to Dickinson, hope has feathers. Also, ducks have feathers; geese have feathers. I don’t think that is a coincidence. 🙂
My last photo from October is below. I took myself to the coffee shop down the street from my house and wrote there for 2 hours. Thankfully, even though I can’t drive, I can walk there, or else my house would be like a prison. As it is, my mind would be a prison without the ability to write so much.
The second-to-last photo was that same page, before I had started to fill up the page. If you can read my tiny writing, you may notice that I had written a quadrille for DVerse, but unfortunately I don’t like it enough to share it. 🙂
P.S. Happy All Saints Day to those who celebrate!
My response (at the last minute) for Sadje’s WDYS #157. I just had to write something or other for this picture! This is just silly and festive. 🙂
Pumpkin-spice latte:*
Without it I’ll play some tricks
Til I get my treat
* I’m more of a cold-brew person
And here’s a shadorma:
Mischievous
Little munchkins come,
Munching on
Candy corn,
Dressed as witches, ghosts galore —
Jack-o-lanterns glow
As I mentioned in my previous post, today is the feast of the Exaltation of the Cross. This got me thinking not only about Jesus and his suffering on the cross but his life. We hear so often, “Jesus died for you” that it can get boring and trite, even for believers. What I think is much more radical is: Jesus lived for you.
People have pointed out to me, someone who suffers from severe, chronic depression, “The Bible says Jesus was ‘exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death.'” True, but that was one night. Try about 50% of the nights in the past 2 decades. Also, yes, he suffered a TON physically on the Cross and on the way to it — but that was only a few days of his 33 years. I’m not trying to complain, but the truth is that sometimes I think I’ve got it worse.
What amazes me more than the dying and rising again, quite frankly, is that he did live for 33 years. And he chose to be born! If I had the choice, I wouldn’t choose to be born. Plus, he chose to be born into a poor family, rather than a rich merchant or a noble family. He easily could have had a life of extreme comfort (at least, relative to that time period), but he didn’t. He didn’t even have coffee! Or bacon, for that matter. Coffee is one of my daily consolations; I literally wake up to drink coffee, rather than drinking coffee to wake up. Also, Jesus never got married. If I live long enough and find someone willing to marry me, I hope to get married. He went without that.
33 years, in a time without all the technology and modern amenities that we have today. No running water, no air conditioning, and Jesus was poor even in relation to the society of that day. That’s what impresses me most.
Thoughts? I am interested to hear your take on this, even if you found it really offensive. 🙂
For this week’s One-Liner Wednesday, I have a “midweek meme.” I have shared “midweek music memes,” and today I have the equally-alliterative Midweek Math Memes.
Coffee is amazing.
Potatoes are also amazing.
Pineapple on pizza is debatable.
Each week, Fandango posts a provocative question and invites us to answer it. I don’t think I’ve ever posted a response, but I couldn’t help it with this one. this week’s question is:
What will your last day on Earth be like?
So, without getting too dark, regular readers of this blog will understand that I’ve thought about this question quite a bit.
“Without getting too dark,” she writes immediately before inserting a very Memento Mori picture.
If I’m lucky, I won’t know that it’s my last day, but I am hoping that it would include not necessarily much that is different from what I usually do: writing, some reading, the rosary…. Ideally, I would also get to go to Mass and sit outside in the sun for a little while. One thing I used to do quite often was go to a coffee shop and sit outside. I enjoyed watching all the little birds. Sometimes they were derpy, and they were always cute and entertaining. I would want to watch the derpy little birds and drink some really good coffee.
P.S. There are little red squiggles under the word “derpy.” “Squiggles” is a fun word. It rhymes with “giggles.” Maybe I’ll write a limerick.
My free-verse response to Brian’s prompt, “back to basics.” It also uses today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day, tenebrific.
I'm afraid of the future. Every day seems more tenebrific, Potentially terrifying, not terrific Drought and shortages, Heartbreak not far away Later will this be sufficient? I profoundly feel deficient, How much of what there is can stay? But I have enough: Food, water (coffee), Physical and mental shelter And even Love and Hope For today.
Side note: The word “tenebrific” reminded me of the Holy Week liturgy called Tenebrae, plus the word “terrific!” 😀
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