Ha ha! Windbag! What a great word for today! We have lots…of examples of windbags over here, without mentioning names, lol. Blowing lots of hot air; just full of it; flying high on hot air, itself. In fact, hot air is the only thing keeping it afloat, like a kite. The kite won’t work without all of the air buoying it from underneath. Without the air, the kite can’t fly, but take the air out from under its wings and the kite stays grounded…food for thought?
I could be cloistered in The Cloisters
That beautiful structure
Standing in the center of a gorgeous park
At the highest point in Manhattan
A park so peaceful
A place so open
A world so green
Looking out over the Hudson River
With the sun shining on the water.
I could look out
From the top of the stone ramparts
Filled with history
That tell the story
Of a massive battle.
Fought closer to home
Than we could feel
From our classrooms in the West.
Where. We. Are.
When it is no longer far away
We have no choice
But to take note.
History. Is. Now.
Make it what you want
The future to reflect on.
I know what you’re thinking. What the heck does she mean by settling out? You’re right. It makes no sense. Times are so strange. I honestly wish that tomorrow was January 1st, 2021. 2020 has been a wipe, ha ha. Can we just skip to the good part? Anyways, let’s get started.
During COVID-19 everything has changed. Life is still topsy turvy here in NYC and I’m sure it’s crazy elsewhere, too. I’m finally settling in. I’m finally in a groove. This is all taking place…just when we are now starting to talk about re-opening. I’m still getting used to this new normal. I’m not ready to start a new phase of change (although I will have to adapt regardless and I’m prepared to do so). So I’ve settled in…but what about the next part? What about…settling…out? By that I mean how do we progress towards re-opening and changing our way of life for the 2nd time in a very recent period. How do we feel comfortable in such a chaotic and dangerous world/situation? We’ll have no choice. Life must go on, but how do we, in ourselves, prepare ourselves for the unknown and possible danger of the next phase. We must be brave. We must educate ourselves about how to be safe while moving around the city now. What will this new world look like? Will we be quarantined again? So that’s what I mean by settling out. Going out into the world again with whatever confidence in the face of fear that we can after upending our lives by quarantining (which I agree, has been good to do and may be best to continue). For the record, I don’t want the world to go back to the way things were before. Clearly that was not working, and we need to move forward in a different, more positive manner.
Although I am very well aware of the fact that the phrase settling out isn’t a logical term or a regular one, to me it perfectly captures the way that I’m feeling. How are you feeling?
What an interesting word for today! Swiss. Ha ha, the first thing that comes to mind is swiss cheese, which brings me to something I’ve been looking at buying recently. In this quarantine I find myself wanting comfort foods more and more. Soooo…pancakes. Grilled cheese sandwiches. Cereal. Yummy! We all need a little comfort and nostalgia right now. Some people do it by baking bread. Apparently I do it by making the aforementioned foods. Sooooo…enter the Nostalgia grilled cheese toaster. I know, this has got to be one of the least profound posts I may have written, but I had to be honest about what this specific word brought up right away. I get no kickbacks or funds for this, but just in case you’re interested, here’s the link to the one on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Nostalgia-TCS2-Easy-Clean-Adjustable-Toasting/dp/B0744M3SB4. I hope, during this extremely difficult time, that everyone finds some form of comfort and something to feel grateful for. Happy Sunday, you all out there. Try to have a happy Sunday.
Truth. What is true? Let’s ruminate on that for a moment. The first thing that came to mind when I read today’s prompt word truth, is about something that has absolutely nothing to do with the word true. In fact, I’m not even sure I can accurately describe it, but I’ll try. Truth is…complex. What is true for me may not be true for you. That’s crazy, right? I mean, how many different truths could there possibly be? The TRUTH is…I think there are many.
What is true?
Is it a feeling,
Is it linear?
Is it one size fits all?
Is there really only one truth?
How will we ever know?
Science can answer many of our questions,
About that I am certain.
Logic is absolutely real.
Emotion is magic.
It grows and changes.
It can make you do the most daring things.
It can do the opposite.
Emotions are different for each one of us.
Our hearts feel different.
Our minds interpret the same feelings differently.
So is there one universal truth for everyone?
I’ll leave that open for you to decide for yourself.
Emotional truth is different for everyone.
Everyone is having a different experience.
It’s quite fascinating,
The key thing to do,
Is to listen.
Be true to you.
Photo credit: Francesca Saraco, Burst
Today I forced myself to get out for a brief walk in the park to give my body some much-needed exercise. The scenery did not disappoint! I’ve been …Calm during the Madness
Today I forced myself to get out for a brief walk in the park to give my body some much-needed exercise. The scenery did not disappoint! I’ve been writing a fair amount during my quarantining due to Covid-19 in NYC and social distancing, but today I needed a break. I hope the picture I took at my local park makes you happy!
Can’t is a word that I often said.
Can’t is a word that was stuck in my head.
Can’t was a cop-out,
A way to get by,
While letting life,
Pass me right by.
But what if I could,
Asks the engine inside.
What if I found,
I could no longer hide?
Then what would happen?
Would I look up at the sky?
Would I grab the opportunities
That were passing me by?
Would I fly like an eagle,
Or soar like a bird?
Or would I be afraid
They would think I’m absurd?
But if I’m like a bird
I belong in the sky.
Not stuck on the ground,
So eager to fly.
My wings are not broken,
They’re simply afraid,
But now I must try
For what I was made.
Wow! I have learned a new word today. I did not know what infrangible meant until this ragtag prompt and I think that the word is beyond fitting for today. As the microscope on NYC gets more focused and life becomes more tough as the days go just living here, I think this word is extremely important for not only NY’ers, but around the world. As the newer cases are showing, none of us are untouchable. The best we can do is be diligent, strong, and keep our distance from one another. I also find that the entertainment world has seriously stepped up to help keep the world laughing, singing, and happy as much as is humanly possible during this time. I could not be more appreciative of that, as life here becomes more stressful. BUT…here’s to the heroes and the helpers. They are trying tirelessly to heal the world, and they deserve the world in return.
We must be unbreakable.
Our spirit must soar,
So high that we are like the moon,
Throughout the darkest of times.
Look up to the sky.
And send love,
To all of those on the front lines,
Who are fighting for us.
We are forever thankful.
Photo credit: Sanaan Mazhar with Pexels.