Ride The Wild Horse

Passionately Writing

Category: Daily Prompt

Take What You Need

“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.”

— Gertrude Stein

 

Sometimes I feel that this is true, but honestly no two people respond in exactly the same way.  Therefore this statement is false.

Imagine a day at the library.  We go to the library for information that we need.  If we focus we will eventually find it within a required time. How can you lose?

The internet makes information much easier to find at any time.  Therefore a whole day is not required to find it.  How can you lose?

Social networking on the other hand might just take all day. We follow people allowing their influence.  What happens? We react to whatever is said and done.  It takes restraint and discipline to not succumb to any one thing. However, most people don’t practice common sense.  What do they have to lose?

Did I give you too much information?  Let’s just use whatever common sense we possess.

“Don’t leave hold of your common sense. Think about what you’re doing and how the technology can enhance it. Don’t think about technology first. “


– Esther Dyson

 

 

 

Conversational Exchange to Audio Book

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On the Rocks

Left in the Lurch

Left in the Lurch

Photos of the same subject from different perspectives.

If my blog is ever recorded in an audio book I would be surprised and appreciative all at once.  My daughter Olivia is who I’d chose as the narrator (if Robert Downey Jr. is not available).  I consider my daughter to be exceptionally gifted (as I do Robert Downey Jr.).

I ask a great deal from my Daughter as I give her my very best.  I just know that she would give me the same. (Even Robert Downey Jr. warms me with his choice of words and his ability to enjoy his work.)

Maybe I should tell you that my daughter is present while I type tonight. (She said, “Hi”.)

“You have stolen my heart”

“We watch the seasons pull up its own stakes.”

Our time together was but a season.

Sweltering and mesmerizing,

It’s perfume  lingering.

You won’t let me pretend.

Of course I still try to deceive you.

A new season lurks,

An ending,

A new start for us both,

 my dear heart.

I wallowed in your power over me;

this season is not ours,

nor the last: and the one before,

yet my heart overflows for you,

as  it learns that you are now no longer without.

Complete song: “Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional.

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy-eyed, too early to say goodnight…

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well
Sleep well
Sleep well
Sleep well
Sleep well

You have stolen my….
You have stolen my….
You have stolen my….
You have stolen my heart….

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart……..

Moods

Out of control.  My mind.  Yeah that’s it.  A big open space like a body of water.  Roomy and spacious.  Unencumbered or uninhibited by anything.  Unlike a time before today. I am at play.  Playing hard.  Not like before.  It’s very different.  There was no room to play or to deviate. Everything cramped its space. […]

Empowered by default

“A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

Jean de La Fontaine
 
 

Let’s see. Honestly, I have been lost most of my life. At the end of each wrong turn invaluable lessons manifested. Simply put, I rambled through my life until I reached the age of thirty. Then at age 30 I asked better questions and truly did not settle for easy answers. But that’s a long story, so let me remember a time before I asked better questions.
Many treasured experiences came by way of my family vacation trips. In my early twenties we took annual trips to Florida to shop, relax, shop, explore, shop and visit new tourist attractions. It was on those shopping trips that the designated driver was put to the test. That’s me.
Hardly conscious of my inexperience, the immeasurable delight of getting behind the wheel just gave me wings to fly and be free. Simply put this made me really happy. My confidence was impenetrable.
Rental cars smelled clean and felt spanking new. Fuel was more than a tank full of gas but a purse filled with shopping money. It is an unnatural and addictive high for me.
Everybody, cousins, aunts, mother and siblings counted on me for a safe deliverance to their endless list of places to visit. They were merciless.
However, I was always in a world of my own. I could care less for the lists, traffic, misplaced confidences or hidden agendas. The road always befriended me.
Maps would be in my lap and the passenger’s hands. It was quite easy to explain where I was going, but the difficulty came when we ended up in the middle of nowhere. Voices would boom out loud and scream, “You should have listened to me,” quite irritatingly.
Well along the way of each wrong turn we passed places we would have never seen. Sites unthinkable, attractions not listed on our maps and more importantly bigger stores and malls that carried better bargains and quality items. Each passenger, including me, would scream out loudly, “Look where…is,” or “we would never have found this if we didn’t get lost.”
I love my family but, those days are gone forever! Now I’d much rather let them drive themselves. However, I can never forget those wings to fly and be free.

 

 

 

Wrong Turns

When was the last time you got lost? Was it an enjoyable experience, or a stressful one? Tell us all about it.

 

 

A List

Happy

Happy

Michelle Dockery

Michelle Dockery

Instant Celebrity

If you could be a famous person for a day, who would you be? Why?

“You can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else.”

They make me angry. All of them. I am the odd one out. “Be well” is what they suggest. Are they a picture of health?

I am confused.

My business seems to be the topic of today. Never too old or boring enough to forget. What’s wrong with them?

Halt. Back up. Pay attention. There is something you’ve missed. How could you have not noticed what’s been happening all around you?

It’s strange to see and it really is about me. Honestly, I’m shocked and truly in a state of disbelief.

What’s happening now?

I’ve shared my thoughts and my problems. I somehow roused their thoughts, feelings and emotions too. They are reacting to me.

What did I say?

Halt. Back up. Pay attention. There is something I’ve missed. What did I do?

There is a problem. You must not be careless with what you say. You must notice that it produces a ripple effect.

What’s happening now?

Day 8

Day 8

One faces the future with one´s past.

– Pearl S. Buck

 

I am not divorced from my past.  I am in company with it forever, and it acquaints me with the present.  My reponses today reflect my experiences yesterday.  And those roots rest in the past.

Every day offers me preparation for the future, for the lessons to come, without which I´d not offer my full measure to the design which contains my development.

My experiences, past and present, are not coincidental.  I am introduced to those experiences that are consistent with my talents and the right lessons designated for the part I am requested to play in life.  I can remember that no experience will attract me that are beyond my capabilities to handle.

All is well.  I´m ready for whatever comes today. My yesterdays have prepared me.

180 Days

6 months to go.

6 months to go.

Writing Here, Writing Now

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Open

A healing heart,

Loved at every turn,

The hard case is disintegrating,

Melting away to expose me,

Gleaming brightly.

Happier now,

An open mind,

No longer lost,

This is my time!

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now