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Karma Free Writing will be offering 27 Days of Karma Free Writing Prompts starting on the 1st day of Spring. These writing prompts are designed to stimulate the creative process for writing your personal story - and beyond.
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About Me
Retired from teaching. An occasional class of my choosing. No Internet. No obligations. Endless days of sunshine stretching on forever. Writing my plays and screenplays. Practicing my craft. A warm climate. And no financial worries. The perfect life. Good health. Close friendships. A wonderful lover and deep connection: spiritually and physically. Gardening. Trips to Hawaii, Costa Rica, Alaska in June, London, the Amalfi Coast. Good health. Good health. Good health. Emotional and physical. Profound sleep, no interruptions. Appreciation. Meditative practice consistent. Inner peace and tranquility. Love. In every single shape and permutation in every place I reside in the interior and exterior. Riches, vitality, good health. Consistent exercise. Completion of projects. A conscious presence in this world and the next. Remembered after I leave.
ReplyDeleteCan I come with you????
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young, I thought that I'd have found solutions to three things by this time in my life.
ReplyDeleteI was to find a way to end hunger and those fairly easy-to-cure childhood diseases...they were connected in my head. I would have found a way to address the mal-distribution of wealth in the world. And I would have stopped global nuclear proliferation.
I've not gotten around to any of these things.
Through a series of byzantine and not very interesting twists and turns I ended up in the god business. Not the mean god business. Not the kind where you have a media empire and you get to say nasty things about people unfortunate enough to live on fault lines or near poorly constructed levees.
No I was in the god business that worked with the mangled, the dying and the grieving.
It was a great job!
It's not that the dying are better than those of us who are not dying right now, or that they have any sort of wisdom or special messages to give us. But when people are mangled, dying and grieving they are just more of who they are. There's a pretty low bullshit factor.
I woke up one day and realized I was getting old. I thought, if I don't do something else with my life, I'm not going to do anything but work with the dying, get old and die.
I went to work at a seminary. Once I got there I found out ministers in the US are in a mess...they're all dying!
By this time in my life I thought I would have accomplished great things on a global perspective. I have done some things that have helped in little ways. I worked with migrant farmworkers in North Carolina...I even had an angry farmer hold a cocked shotgun to my nose...I created a grief camp for kids, I've helped some of these unhappy ministers rekindle their joy.
But really...I want to be a back up singer in a soul band and write.
I've got good hair to be a backup singer in a soul band.
And a nice big round tush that would sparkle and shimmy if it were covered in sequins.
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ReplyDeletehey inkydinkyparlezvous : «I've got good hair to be a backup singer in a soul band.»
ReplyDeleteLove it, Looks like you already have the fans, Start the band !
ps : Jos, I loved this one so much... THANKS
Wonderful prompt. Enjoying everyone's work.
ReplyDeleteThere is a silky-smooth order to everything in my life now. I glide through the hours, through the days.
ReplyDeleteEverything from the silverware drawers to the tax receipts fall naturally into place. No shelves are filled with a jumble of technical manuals for three generations of computers and printers and home networking systems. There is only one shelf of current manuals, and they are in alphabetical order. There are no bins with tangled microphones and AC plugs and adapters; these are all sorted out into cabinets with labeled drawers.
I’ve retired from teaching with a robust pension that just keeps giving and giving regardless of the economy’s ups and downs. I have even more money than when I worked. The inflow and outflow of money is conscious and graceful. There are no mad dashes to the bank to cover a check that might bounce because I forgot to write down a large point-of-sale purchase the previous week. The money comes in, and the money goes out, stress-free and abundant. Ahhhh. Breathe in, breathe out.
My schedule and the children’s schedules are transparent and effortlessly observed. Stacy and I never space out her field trips and get accusing 7 a.m. phone calls from club sponsors. Nate never has to get tense wondering whether I’ll get him to the honors chemistry qualifying exam on time. The vicious receptionist at the orthodontist never gets to call and say, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to charge you for your child’s missed appointment.”
My short-term memory has turned a corner, and now instead of blurting out embarrassing errors, such as wrong names for people I know well, I find myself delightfully accurate in everything I say. I always know what the date is, and I would never for a moment think that Meryl Streep played Cruella DeVille. My internist has hinted that she would like to refer me to her neurologist friend who is doing a study on 64-year-olds who experience spontaneous remission of early signs of dementia.
I have lots of free time these days. I never have to waste time looking for keys or bills or permission slips or AC cords. I don’t have to drudge away at rectifying errors because TA DAH, I am spot on. Who would have thought life could be so easy?
inkydinkyparlezvous: maybe your work with the 'mangled, dying and grieving" is what qualifies you now to be a soul singer.
ReplyDeleteJan: you beautifully captured the pace of life. Especially liked the lines about the orthodontist office calling and the study on spontaneous remission of early signs of dementia. Those details make the story pop.
Joanna: would love to hear more about "profound sleep." What an image!
It was Autumn
ReplyDeleteThe gypsy lady handed me a jar filled with water
...and magic
Covered in a black cloth
I carried the jar with me for seven days and seven nights
It was the last night
A major energy release - M A S S I V E
All kinds of stories
An explosion of fantastic ambiguities
With deep respect - I took the jar back to the gypsy
She," wordly, " in being
New, i had never look inside
With expertise hands and magical operation
she uncovered the jar - unveiling a subliminal message
An unborn child
a fetus
None of it made sense
It didn't have to
I was healed - I understood
Timing
I had finally released you to the Universe
"Blessings"
Joanna: "Riches, vitality, good health." Loved this riff and every word of your post. Admire your talent for summing it up effortlessly.
ReplyDeleteInkydinkyparlezvous: From the stories you have shared, you definitely have what it takes to be a true soul singer!
Jan: "Everything from the silverware drawers to the tax receipts fall naturally into place." Incredible overview of mundane in a poetic manner. Nailed one of my looming To Do's (balance overdraft checking!)
Sorry folks for falling behind.. Sounds like a dog ate my homework excuse, but my email was tampered with, and it took the wind out of sails for a minute to get back in.
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The sun would be shining and birds would be chirping everyday in my heart. I'd feel at peace, nothing to prove to myself or anybody else. I imagine a stream bubbling next to my white picket fenced house and garden. I'd bask in the sun, and white bunnies would hop around me, as I lay in the grass.
I’d ride wild horses and paint my own porch. I would spend time with my niece—hugging her, reading to her, playing with her. I'd read and write for a local newspaper. I'd play my instruments and perform in Church. I'd sprint barefooted to greet my loved ones, my own family as they returned from running errands.
I'd bring flowers to my grandfather’s grave.
I’d go see a musical in New York City with Mom and old friends. I’d be free to swing in a hammock for hours on end.