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The path you walk
May seem confusing,
Full of insecurities
You may feel
Lost on your journey,
As if wandering
In the dark of night,
Not sure of where
You should be going.
But worry not,
For the Moon will
Light your path,
Providing the clarity
Your intuition needs
To guide your way
Through the darkness.
Use its gentle light
To walk your path,
And take your steps
Your hopes and dreams.
This post is part the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “the last photo you took”:
My last photo was of the Buck Moon on July 23, 2021 (the photo at the beginning of the post)
Today’s prompt is “hope” and I’d hoped to come up with something creative for such a good word, but I just ended up stuck with a couple of earworms instead. The songs wouldn’t leave my head, so I’m going to share these two inspirational songs (each with the same title) with you instead. If you end up with an earworm from them, I’m sorry. But it’s my hope you’ll find them inspiring.
First up is “High Hopes” from Panic! At The Disco, from the album “Pray For The Wicked”:
And second is the classic “High Hopes” by Frank Sinatra, from the movie “A Hole in the Head”:
This short musical post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “hope”:
There are times
When things seem dark,
And it feels like I’m
Trapped in a Nightmare
With no way to wake up.
But then you are there,
And the light of your smile,
The touch of your hand,
And the love in your eyes
Brighten the way,
Leading me back
Out of the darkness
Into the light of Hope.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “contains ‘igh’.”
“And then I saw it,” said Mickey, his golden eyes wide as saucers and his tail swishing back and forth. “The biggest ball of yarn you’ve ever seen!”
Lily and Pepper leaned forward eagerly, their ears perked. “Wow!” exclaimed Lily. “What did you do, Grampa?”
“I didn’t know what to make of it at first,” Mickey continued. “I’d never seen a ball of yarn that big before. I crept up on it cautiously, not sure what to expect from it. But it just sat there, unmoving, as if tempting me to do attack it.”
Lily and Pepper nodded excitedly. “And then what Grampa?” asked Pepper anxiously.
“I crept closer and closer, inching my way to the ball of yarn, waiting for it to do something, but it didn’t. Finally, I gave into the temptation and pounced on it! We went rolling around the floor as I kicked it and clawed at it, an occasional growl or yowl escaping from my throat. But my enemy wasn’t as weak and cowardly as I’d thought. The ball of yarn fought back! As we battled across the floor, I found myself becoming entangled in its strands. Then, before I knew what had happened, I’d become encased in it, only my head being free!”
Lily and Pepper gasped. “Oh, no!” they cried. “How did you get free?”
Just then the kittens’ mother came into the room and walked up to them. Misty eyed Mickey and sighed. “Telling them one of your old yarns again, Dad?” She shook her head and faced the kittens. “Come along, you two. It’s time for bed.”
“Aww,” they said as they followed their mother out of the room.
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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “yarn”:
Happy Memorial Day everyone! Have a great day enjoying the unofficial start of Summer, but also remember the reason for the day and keep those who gave their all for us in your thoughts.
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Aryn paused her horse and watched a dark spot on the horizon as it drifted around the peak of a mountain. She thought it was an eagle at first. As she watched, it moved off eastward, towards the farming village Aryn knew was nearby. As it did, Aryn’s sharp hearing picked up the distant sound of the bird’s hunting cry, and it wasn’t the sound of an eagle.
It was her quarry.
Aryn urged her horse into a gallop and took off towards the village, hoping to get there in time. As she rode, she wondered, not for the first time, just what she’d been thinking when she’d accepted the job offer.
She’d been approached by the city’s magistrate to help the outlying villages with a problem of their livestock being poached. The one doing the poaching, however, wasn’t a person but large bird of prey. And not just any bird of prey, but a giant, legendary bird that has used the area for its hunting grounds for centuries.
The magistrate had begged Aryn to help, but she wasn’t sure just what she could do to help. She’d never taken on a creature like that before. She had started to turn down the magistrate, but then he had promised her a hefty reward if she could get rid of the bird.
Aryn instantly accepted the offer.
And now here she was, rushing off towards this village to face a giant bird that could steal a full-grown cow with no problem (and even elephants, according to legend), with no plan or the vaguest idea of what she possibly could do to get rid of it.
As she neared the village, she spotted a heard of cow and bulls grazing in the distance. The next thing she knew, a large, dark form dropped down from the sky with a piercing shriek. Aryn watched in amazement as the giant bird scooped up a pair of cows in its huge talons and took off, heading back towards the mountain.
As Aryn watched the roc leave, she wondered just what she’d gotten herself into, and cursed her greed and reputation for getting her into this.
She urged the horse on into the village so she could talk with the residents and devise some sort of plan of action.
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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “roc”:
The dog’s long ears flopped in the breeze from the window as the car drove down the road. He panted in delight, enjoying the feel of the wind with his head stuck out the window. His excitement grew as he recognized where they were going. When the car finally parked and the dog was let out, he ran straight for the nearby lake and jumped in with a tremendous belly flop.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “flop”:
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