I don’t know about anyone else, but today’s prompt made my blog sound more like a dressing room, than a part of the WordPress community. Let’s face it, folks! Unless your site has the Disney level membership, I’m not terribly confident that our personal blogs will ever truly, CHANGE the world!
If I can’t be of use in changing the world, just as I am… a blog won’t make any difference!
Rather than making up some ridiculous answer to the prompt, I focused on one particular word, which seemed to jump out at me…
Changes!
I found an updated version of that old David Bowie song, about changing the world, even if one is different.
Enjoy…
I don’t know why, but it just seemed to fit into today’s prompt, in a round about way!
When I saw the prompt question this morning, I nearly bowed out, as I don’t usually imagine myself in a universe other than the one I’m in.
But, in all fairness to the prompt, one can consider both dreams and visions to be universes, in themselves.
I have dreams of places that are fiction, which can be considered a separate universe! Those are the places that I write about, nearly every day! Some might be shared on my posts, here on WordPress. However, the book I’m attempting to publish, writes of a place that one might consider a universe.
Then, there are visions! Wooooo…. big scary word!
Before you start thinking I’ve gone round the bend, let me explain. Whenever I am reading scripture, I see visions within my mind that God reveals, allowing me to form a picture of what things were like long ago, or of things to come, when this world passes away. See, nothing scary, here.
While this might not make any sense to anyone but myself, at least I tried to answer the prompt question, so there’s that…
You do realize how much “Garbage” I would have to sift through, to even find an uninteresting story… need I remind you that media is behaving more like it is best to get it out there first, rather than correct. That being said, I am now finding myself in a dillemma, as I do NOT read the news, or watch most tv and movies.
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Some times, I stay off of these things because of anxiety. I find, for myself, that being stimulated by everybody else’s anger, violence, drama, cruelty, and superficial behavior, stresses me the heck out!
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I do not have to read or watch the news, in order to get my information, because my husband and friends all do, and then they talk about it. I can see the tension on their faces and hear the agitation in their voices, as they try to replay the story. They read about it, and see it on the boob tube, but are unable to do anything to make a difference. I guess that’s how news connects to my life, never mind trying to find an uninteresting story.
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And the thought that the media would ever deign to produce a story that has no interest… why would they do that? The world has been groomed to crave adrenaline, seek out action, and wallow in violence in order to happily exist.
Besides that, I am a child of the streets… a casualty of war, you might say…
I have seen things, and gone through moments that shaped me into a very hard person on the surface, while still quite fragile beneath all my armor.
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While I cannot scour the news, as the prompt suggested, I can scour the very environment around me for my uninteresting story. One does not have to go far beyond their own front doors, in these times, to see stories unfold right before their eyes… whether it connects to them, is a whole different topic that we don’t have time for today.
So, I will treat you to a brief uninteresting story that I saw unfold, and it really did connect to my life…
I was walking in the park the other day, happily feeding my local squirrel kingdom. As I walked the path, I noticed a woman walking the same path, but moving in my direction. I discovered that she was also dropping peanuts for the local wildlife, just as I’d been doing. It encouraged me to see someone else doing a very simple deed, with no one there to pat them on the back. She derives the same pleasure as I do, maybe, from giving food to others.
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I may not have much, but a small morsel can go a long way for a tiny creature…
Give where you can, when you can, with what you can… even if it is a peanut. Sometimes big things come from small beginnings.
I hope this was enough of an answer for you, WordPress. It wasn’t the easiest question to work with, but I did what I could. For everyone who stayed long enough to read this in its entirety, breakfast is on me…
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The watermelon is totally in season, so it is super sweet…
Nobody does this prompt question justice, like Julie Andrews can! Literally, I thin that every single verse hits home on my list of happy. Think about it…
Raindrops on roses… soft and delicate
Whiskers on kittens… they tickle
Bright copper kettle’s… tea, coffee or cocoa… mmmmm
Warm woolen mittens… playing in snow
Brown paper packages, tied up with string… presents! Who doesn’t love presents!?!
Cream colored ponies… ponies!!!
Crisp apple strudels… to go with my coffee
Doorbells… loved ones
Sleigh bells… Santa!
Schnitzel with noodles… ok, I’ve never actually eaten this, but I’m sure it tastes good.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings… breathtaking!
Girls in white dresses, with blue satin sashes… so pure and innocent.
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes… try to catch them in your mouth, too!
Silver white winters that melt into spring… all those new buds, birds chirping, and the smell of fresh spring air… aaahhhhhhh, pure bliss!
As you can see, the list only came to 14… 15, if you want to count schnitzel and noodles as 2. If Julie can make us feel happy without needing to come up with 30 different things, I shall follow her example.
Listening for God’s voice on a regular basis, is my habit of choice!
It offers me so much joy, because He reminds me of his promises.
Though it be only a whisper, I can hear His words clear and true…
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. ‘” — Jeremiah 29:11
If you can’t see me, I fear you couldn’t hear anything I described for you over the sound of my raging waters!
Hopefully, you can read my prompt response, even though you can’t see my face.
My hope is that you’ll notice when I pass by, without even needing to use your eyes. Draw close enough and you should feel the spray of HIS perfect grace and mercy, splashing across your face when we flow past.
Journey With Me! 