Inspiring to be Inspired

Today was a truly productive day.  We all have those days when we feel like a slug-a-bug.  If you’re wondering what that is; it’s me on a day when I aspire to do nothing and I achieve it fairly well.  It’s not hard to achieve nothing, but it’s awfully hard to achieve several things in one day.  However, I managed to accomplish something like that today.

I started my day at six o’clock this morning.  I know, I was a little devastated at the time of wakefulness myself.  I didn’t want to get up, but I had so much on my things to do list, which I didn’t write down because I’m special like that.  I had laundry, a presentation to give in virtual land, and I had to go to the doctor this afternoon.  I didn’t quite hop out the bed all bright-eyed and bushytailed, and I resent those who do, by the way.

I accomplished all of my tasks including writing two six-sentence stories that I will share with you here.

However, I wanted to say that when I got up this morning, I didn’t know that I would be in a position to offer inspiration as well as receive it.  FSCJ asked that I do a presentation for their She Inspires program.  I was so elated to be asked, so I readily said yes forgetting all about my implicit horror of public speaking.  I was ecstatic that it was in virtual land instead of on stage in front of a room full of people that even though I couldn’t see them, their individual faces, or even the shade of their clothes, as I am visually impaired and can only see about enough to truly get me in big trouble; I would know they were there.  Being in what I call virtual land, I’d be at home, in my comfort zone, and even if they are there, all I can see and kind of know about are those who fit in the zoomed-in portion of my screen.  Believe me, not many can fit there.

During the hour-long presentation/interview, the questions that were asked made me realize that I have accomplished much in my short time on this earth.  It also made me realize that I’m happy with who I am and all my lovely flaws.

We were made to be.  We were put here to learn and grow and yes, endure.  There are so many foundations that hold us to this world and offer us comfort, life, and hope.  All we have to do is look around us.  Of course, I didn’t get to say any of that, as I was telling bits and pieces of my life story, but I felt it in those moments, as the ladies and gentleman asked questions, made comments, laughed, and talked with me.  there was a kind of positive spirit that rose from and within all of us during that hour spent together, talking about the ordinary happenings of our days that makes us extraordinary.  We don’t have to be superstars to the rest of the world if we are superstars in our own little corner of it.  Today, those women and man made me feel like a superstar of my little corner of the world and in those moments of being the one who was supposed to inspire; I was inspired.  It was a lovely feeling and a wonderful hour.  It’s an hour I will treasure for a long time to come.  When I get down and feel sorrow, I will remember those moments of shared inspiration to build myself up again.

I wanted to share a bit of my work with you.  A writing group I attend does six-sentence stories, and Girly on the Edges Blog also offers prompts for these.  Today, I received my prompt for Endurance from Girly on the Edge’s blog, and the other was from Charlotta from Writer’s Mastermind.  I hope you enjoy them, and till next we meet, stay well. Happy reading and/or writing! & Keep creating!

Endurance

The day was gloomy and the storm blew through, whistling through the desolation of the house left behind nearly a century ago.  The house knew a hard history of war, family woes, and eventually, abandonment.  Its family left it, alone, leaving it to whither away with the winds and rains of time.  Solemnity in its stance, a solitary soldier on a battlefield no one longed to fight for.  It held strong and sturdy, its battle scars worn like a badge of pride that should have withered away with its paint, windows, and winsome flourishes.  Its foundation enduring the storms and waiting, lonely, for someone to pick up the mantle of commanding officer, so it could become what it was always meant to be, once more.

Entranced

I soar through the sky, spinning the fall leaves around in a flurry of color and grace, when I see it, lovely and ethereal in the distance.  It’s a glass house that looks like frosted cake; I have to get closer; I need to taste it on my tongue to discover its flavor.  Drawn ever closer, it entices, seducing me nearer.  Entranced, I never look away; nothing’s left to perception but white icing on hillocks of wedges of A-framed cake.  I lick my lips; it’s going to happen; I’m going to be the first to get my licks in.  Suddenly, the miasmas desire is lifted, a haze to clear the mind and soul, and I recognize the manic flutter of thousands, no, millions of wings that look just like mine, trapping and converting fairies’ wings’ to frosting on a beguiling glass house that would never offer freedom.

CSA