Love is sharing your popcorn.
Charles Schultz
I recently found this quotation and thought it was cute so am sharing for One-Liner Wednesday. I also can’t help thinking about the person I have lately been sharing my popcorn with…. ❤
Love Is…
Food
“Perfection” and a Poem
The prompt word for today’s SoCS is “perfection.” Perfection is illusive and elusive; I think it is hardly possible for a human to achieve true perfection. For example, an eating disorder manifests by fixating on one’s body and trying to make it “perfect.” Perfect doesn’t exist, and even if one were to achieve it, the difficulty is in keeping it.
I write about that because, I am embarrassed to admit, I had a lot of difficulty with eating-disordered thoughts and behaviors this morning. I could hardly get my mind off of it, and it was so prevalent in my thoughts that I started to cry. Thankfully, the worst of it has stopped, and I did not cancel going out to lunch with a friend. I think that companionship was what I needed, to not be alone, even if the activity involved food.
I was able to write this Chaucerian stanza earlier today, even in the midst of that horrific time being ridiculously triggered.
I will proclaim what God has done for me:
He has bestowed on me a sense of worth,
That He made me on purpose, beautifully.
Even in suffering, there is some mirth,
Knowing that it gives aid to friends on Earth.
God’s made this life worth living even now,
He helps me trust through all that He allows.
Overcoming
Ronovan gives us the inspiring prompt “Overcome” as the theme for sijos this week. It was hard to write about in only 1 sijo, but I decided to write about overcoming an eating disorder.
Food was the enemy; there was nothing more terrifying,
It was quite a war, even now there are times when I’m still fighting,
You never get through the door, to the new world — you are the door.
New Year Cake!
My last photo for December, and for all of 2022:
Table Full
For “What Do You See” #161:
Table full Of food to share with all, Gathered 'round to share companionship Over brunch, With coffees and waffles, And all manner of tasty goodness Not only Food but togetherness: Bonds strengthened, forever remembered.
Stream of Consciousness and Pie
For SoCS: “on your/my plate.”
Today I didn’t have much on my plate. It being Saturday, that’s laundry day in my house, but I am one of those weird people who likes to do laundry. 🙂 Other than that, the day had mostly pleasant things to offer. One of the most pleasant things was the pie on my plate for lunch. I ate pumpkin pie and berry pie, plus a little bit of cheesy potatoes and some homemade applesauce, so pie was basically the main dish. Best of all, I don’t even regret it. Take that, anorexia!
Speaking of which, the eating disorder does come up all the time, but it’s mostly thoughts and feelings, not actions so much. It used to be like a full-time job, just managing that disease so that I wouldn’t end up in 24/7 care again (yes, again). Talk about having a lot on your plate! In 24/7 care, pretty much all you do is eat and go to therapy and eat and do more therapy and eat, LOL.
I was going to go to the café again today to write, as writing poems was another item on my plate today, but I did not do that. Poetry writing is an integral part of my day, whether or not I post. I have a good (in my opinion) poem to share with you, but unfortunately it is not done.
It’s fun eating bunches of pie,
Stomach and sweet tooth to satisfy,
But better is writing some poems,
Because then I feel like I’m home.
Sorry my brain doesn’t seem to be working well enough to write more than a little quatrain for SoC!
writer’s block
is really a shame
dot dot dot
…
…
stay tuned
for more writing
but not too close to now
tomorrow at the earliest
I think
Wordless Wednesday
I guess I’ll just leave this here….
Morning in the Evening
Today’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday prompt was “morning,” yet here it is very firmly evening and I am finally trying to respond. I often write poems about the morning-time, simply because I am a morning person and find it more inspiring. In fact, lately, after about 4 p.m. I have been wishing that the day could just end. Maybe that’s the depression talking. My friend thinks I’m becoming better because I have expressed interest in things like getting another job, but I don’t really think I’m getting better. That has nothing to do with the morning, but this is SoC so anything goes.
I have written a few short poems today but nothing having to do with the morning. Not even mourning. I did write one about growing (or lack thereof). It’s not good.
In the morning I get to go to Mass! We are celebrating Christ the King Sunday, and then next Sunday, the season of Advent begins!
Uggggghhhhh I really want to share a poem with you guys; that’s what this blog is supposed to be about.
The morning time is favorite time of day,
The afternoon I’ll often wish away
If I’m at home; sometimes I get to work,
My duties I try so hard not to shirk.
And I will get free ice cream anyway.
YAY!
Kneaded
I feel hesitant to post anything today, but here is a shadorma I wrote yesterday, inspired by a talk at my women’s group.
dough of days:
needed gratitude
kneaded in,
taking time,
so that even in the heat
spirit is rising
Since I shared that, I’m now linking with DVerse OLN. Might as well. 🙂
Autumn Festival
Today I have my sijo a few days early! For Ronovan Writes’s current prompt, Maze, and his prompt from last week, which was Festival.
Crowds of people throng, to celebrate with lights and music,
Maybe hayrides and corn mazes, the changing of the season:
Carved pumpkins accompany hot apple crisp and spiced drinks.
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