I dream of flying. I envision soaring across the skies without the aid of an airplane and powered by my own sheer will. In fact, my overactive imagination wonders about this scenario far too often.
Empowered with the ability to fly, I would search land and sea for opportunities to protect and serve. I would spot the villains, fight for those less fortunate, uphold my falling bosom, measure for justice, and broker world peace.
Of course, to achieve these great feats, I would need the ultimate set of practical yet stylish amenities. A state of the art communications satellite would be disguised as a jeweled crown with matching bracelets. Those light yet sturdy metallic bracelets would be connected to a state of the art defense system. That cleverly designed system would include the latest editions of that handy lasso of revelation and sturdy shield to repel and amaze any antagonists. The package would not be complete without a smart yet commanding uniform.
My dream to fly may not be unique and perhaps derivative. And catching a flight on a major US airline may be an easier way to travel. But I continue to wonder what it would be like to command this super power, if for only one day.
About this post: I am creating something everyday this month. For Day 8, I wrote “I Wonder to Fly,” from the prompt: “If you could have a superpower, even for one day, what would it be and why?” courtesy of Lenn of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. I captured the video during a recent flight to the southwest.
My eyes flutter open to the dim lights of a strange room. I find myself lying on my back looking up at a slat of wood. Reaching out, I scratch the underside of the drawer above mine. My eyes search toward the light and my leg kicks inside my blue footie. Music plays and laughter emanates from afar. I hear their breath. My nostrils flare for savory scents. Saliva drips as my fangs emerge. I howl for food.
About this post: I am taking part in #NaBloPoMo18 and #Create30. I doodled the image of my view from a drawer using Artrage. I wrote the using the prompt: “What is your earliest memory?” I kept to my earliest memory, though I may have embellished a bit.
I love you. Your vast patience for others who carp tends to get you lost in circles. Continue to swim using your scales to weigh, measure, and cope with the fluidity of life. Lively as you can, resist the urge to eddy in the still waters. Stream through the flotsam and jetsam bobbing for your attention. Focus on the horizon and stroke with the reserved power of your creative soul.
P.S. Yes, I know you are stuck in the pond. Just keep swimming.
About this post: I am taking part in #NaBloPoMo18 and #Create30. I captured the image of my Aunt B’s koi pond a few years back. I wrote the letter this morning using the prompt: “Write a letter to yourself a year from now. What things are happening right now that you don’t want yourself to forget?” courtesy of Hareem of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. Check out her blog at https://thislahori.mom/.
About: This is my entry for day #3 for #NaBloPoMo18 and #Create30. I doodled this image “Clawing Hope” (#daddyissues) using ArtRage this afternoon, then I wrote the (overly) emotional post using two prompts:
“What are you hanging on to? A belief? A person? A situation? Your past?” a prompt courtesy of DaniJane of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. Check out her blog at https://danijaneblog.wordpress.com/.
About: This is my entry for day #2 for #NaBloPoMo18 and #Create30. I captured this whimsical image while walking the streets of Sacramento a few weeks ago. I wrote the post today in under 60 seconds using the timed one word prompt over at oneword™. See https://www.oneword.com/.
Crazy orange man. President-to-be-man. Not normal man. Nazi-enabling man. Help us, man.
I wrote this brief post in 60 seconds using oneword™, a website designed to provide the user with a timed writing prompt. While on that site, simply click “go” and one word appears with a text box. My word was “lunatic”. What was yours?
After I wrote the post, I created the image using ArtRage on my tablet. The image does not represent the written word. I could not bring myself to doodle the images that were running through my mind. I’m trying to stay positive. Rather the written word and the post paired together represent my concerns to our current political climate.