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10-Year-Letter
I got the idea in my head to write a letter to my fifteen-year old self a couple days ago as a healing practice for me and I thought it would be worth sharing it.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 6 months ago in HumansEmpathy With A Vowel
The bards of old had it right. Once upon a time there was no names for musical things, no strikes of chord, drumbeats or unified efforts, an array of meaning that doesn't exist in genres. The point was to resonate with an earthly wonder, a far reach to the atmosphere for words to bring forward a sound that matched the clouds. Or any living force that moved nature. Spread your wings, fly a bit was to empathize with a vowel and howl louder than any animal. To make vocal chords disappear and blend as sound in an arrangement known as music. There was only one purpose – to express yourself. To lift your head and send them to chaos, to roll them to the ground, or to lift their spirits to the air. Or just have people forget their troubles for a while. To find your voice is all that matters. So, once upon a time whether it was a bard of old, a thing with wings or ancient wisdom leaving it's stamp on time, an orb was left behind. One to bring wonder to song. Forget is my middle name.
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 6 months ago in HumansGoodbye kiss
When I was pondering what to title the subtitle to this journal entry, article, blog post-whatever you want to call this piece, I originally labeled this “The trauma of abandonment” but then I realized why is everything the ‘trauma of’ because yes, even though the result to things is traumatic, what happens to us is still the reality of it. Reality is what causes the trauma, so I changed the subtitle to “The reality of abandonment” which indeed is traumatic. For example, the similarities to being in a horrific car accident, you can’t control that it happened to you, it’s not your fault that the cars collided in inspectable timing, but it’s the aftermath that you have to live with. The sad result and reality of what happened.
Natasha CollazoPublished 6 months ago in HumansI'm So Much More Interesting When My Life is Boring.
I've been struggling with putting this post together, do I write a poem, the writing for which I'd like to be known? Do I write a reflective essay because 100 and one year and the changing of my vocal plus status are massive adjustments for me? Do I express my true, full thoughts on a year and one hundred stories on this platform? Am I putting too much pressure on myself for a perceived milestone that doesn't really mean much? Yes the answer to that last one is a resounding yes.
…With Every Fiber of Your Being
If there was a chance that you could earn an actual living doing the thing you most love to do in the world… The thing you would pay to do… You'd be foolish not to pursue it with every fiber of your being. #advicetomydaughter
Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 7 months ago in HumansCareful Who Puts the Cuffs on You This Season
Suddenly Cuffing Season is being discussed everywhere: Facebook has over a dozen Cuffing groups, YouTube has dozens of videos on the subject, including a video of the 2014 ‘Cuffin’ Season’ song by Fabolos.
Judey KalchikPublished 7 months ago in HumansMugly Actions
Something I saw on the Discord app recently really bothered me. Maybe I’m overreacting, maybe not. You guys tell me. You see, it was a conversation between two Top Creators from Vocal, who did not have the decency to take their private chat to messages, so one can only assume they wanted others to see.
Mother CombsPublished 7 months ago in HumansLove Language
I stirred from my sleep, bleary-eyed and confused, to the tunneled sound of not-so-distant cries that felt like I was still in a dream. I sat up and rubbed my eyes as I tried to orient myself. Having him home with us still felt incredibly surreal. I moved slowly, cautious not to tug too much at the still-numb scar at the bottom of my softened belly.
Lucero KingPublished 7 months ago in HumansDear Auntie Heather
Below is my response to Heather Hubler's "Write Me a Letter Challenge." Although I said above this was "my" response, it's seems I've been relegated to editor status while my cat has taken over the task:
Cathy holmesPublished 7 months ago in HumansThat Time Doris Day Hit the Fan
My older brother let me in on secret joke when I was eight years old. It was a visual bit of comedy, all its humorous genius revealed with paper and pencil. The day after he showed this joke to me I demonstrated it for the kids in my grade three class while the teacher was out of the room. I had the best venue: the blackboard.
Marie WilsonPublished 7 months ago in HumansThe Loudly Silent End
I stood a few feet behind the occupied bench, enjoying the new morning after a glorious yellow sunrise. I could hear the sea breeze rustling the palm trees, the barking sea lions, and the cawing seagulls. The soft sand was cool and damp beneath my bare feet, since the sun hadn’t yet scorched the morning dew from beneath the tree’s fronds.
Bekah JimenezPublished 8 months ago in HumansEntering my Autumn Years
Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. ~ John Lennon Well, here it is. After close to 27 full years in the Public Service, I’m on the cusp of retirement. In fact, 74 days from the time of this writing, I will work my last day as a public servant. And then, on the First Day of Winter, 27 years to the day since I worked my very first shift as a correctional officer, I will become a pensioner.
Shelley CarrollPublished 8 months ago in Humans