6 Sentence Story Time. In Edgelike Fashion.

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I return here, briefly, to participate in Thursday’s premier bloghop, 6 Sentence Stories. Thank you zoe, for being the hostess of this creative, fun, challenging….vexing weekly exercise. That’s right, vexing. See, some of us, those who build the blocks we call “writers”, find the challenge of writing a little story-ette in only 6 sentences (no more, no less) somewhat daunting.

Cue of the week? Did someone say “Fault“?…

Trading barbs like ancient Mesopotamian traders on the shores of the Euphrates River, the 2 forever friends stood steadfast, their toes digging into metaphorical sand, each trying in vain to make the other understand their point of view.

Their differences, their conflict, manifesting according to their respective worldviews, had driven a wedge between them, the chasm of conflict blinding each to the other’s grievance.

There was no seeing what the other was seeing, no feeling what the other was feeling, understanding a foreign concept because, while each walked through the same life, life manifested itself differently, as foreign to one as it was for the other.

The years that grew their friendship, that shored up the ties that bound them, now seemed stretched beyond measure. A gulf so wide neither one recognized they’d already converged at the crossroads.

Choice rarely comes wrapped in pretty paper, the difficult choice… when it is what it is for one, and it is what it is for the other, neither is to blame because neither is at fault.

 

 

 

 

Yeah, put ’em Here at the Edge. All 6 Sentences.

So.  You may or may not have a writing process. I used to. I think. Or maybe I had a special time to write. Yeah, that rings a bell. Any-who, it’s 7:50 pm this Thursday evening, the 1st day of the 6 Sentence Story Bloghop hosted by the wonderful Ivy Walker. Whatsay we begin by giving Ms. Walker a rousing round of applause. She’s still hostessing strong and this week she has certainly challenged me with the word cue of the week: “TAP”. Use this word in any of it’s definitions, acronyms, you name it as long as there are 6 sentences with this cue word appearing somewhere among them, you’re golden.

She faltered in front of the non descript, narrow shelving, standing with the weight of her indecision resting  squarely, if not fully, in her left leg.

Why was this so difficult? No one needs to translate the label, no interpreter is needed to describe what her own eyes were clearly seeing but maybe that was the problem, the choices.

There’s always the option to turn around and return to the reliable, steadfast staples, the tried and true familiar, surrounding us, embracing us, day after day.

What were these breadlike “things”, these baked goods with the odd names? Look at this one, surely a misspelling, as no one, on purpose, would use that many “a”s in the spelling of a name?!

At the first tap of my foot on the industrial tiled floor of the tired supermarket, I reached for the bag that read “Guaaaracha” and thought, why not, misspelling or not, the oddly shaped, squared off ovals of breadlike bread appeared to have a light coating of sugar atop them.

The pavlovian response was unmistakable, certain to overpower last minute indecision fortified by a latent fear of the unknown, my path now leading me to checkout…

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Girlie’s Bedside TToT

I was given the opportunity to live impeccably today. Whether or not I do is my choice. As is my custom each morning, I wrote morning words. There have been the occaisonal groupings of these words that I’ve felt compelled to share here at GirlieOnTheEdge. This morning’s words were such a grouping and with a little addition of a pronoun or two, they are for you all too:) And so, a (partial) peek into the not yet fully caffeinated brain of a clark…

“…! I realize now that the saying “all that it is is what it is” is tricky indeed. While it is succinct in its meaning, the implication is there for an allowable disregard to responsibility. To self. How? Well, if the tonal has anything to do with the interpretation, you might insist that there is nothing to do about “it”. Whatever the “it” represents. Which is to say one’s immediate life (circumstances). True statement only in part. I wonder sometimes that life simply isn’t a matter of difficult choices and acceptance. That it consists of “making the best” of each and every day. Which on face value is the challenge we all face. To wake up another day is to accept the challenge of “doing it again”. What’s so difficult about that? Each successive day should be the only day (as we are promised no tomorrow). Such a gift. Who am I to squander? If this were my last day on earth, what, what in the world would I choose to do? Now the catch to asking this question is….I know, the tonal screaming, “well, you haven’t… you have to go to the grocery store…. Time filled with only the commercials. Where’s the movie, the TV program? Filler material has its purpose but it should never be the focus. So let’s focus. Let’s parse the advertisements and enjoy the feature presentation. If it’s not to your liking then re-write the script. It’s your script. It’s my script. Responsibilities? It boils down to being in the moment, being aware of the moment and where you are in the moment. Your place, your relationship to it and those who may be involved in it. It’s about enjoying each breath we take, appreciating what our 5 senses are gifting us. It’s about putting worry, panic and fear aside, if only for 1 minute at a time. You’d be surprised by how quickly time adds up.”

Yes, it is a recurrent theme with me. The challenge each day to make it a better day by being of the day, free from fear, doubt and the usual “suspects”.

While absent many months from the web stage, I’ve never forgotten the many individuals I’ve come to know, their words, their offering of friendship and encouragement. I search for the vehicle by which I may “pay it forward”, and by returning to those that which was offered me. If I ever doubt there is still goodness in the world I have only to look to these folks for reassurance. I am thankful 10x over for this.

I worry of climate change and global warming. I don’t know that the atypical warm temperatures this past week have anything to do with global warming, but I sure am enjoying 75 degrees in February!

I give thanks when I can be self aware of lessons being taught to me, shown me. About my own self. Often, seemingly, ordinary, mundane events occur that hold lessons. If only we are astute enough to recognize them. I am thankful for my senses this week, my self awareness. I recognize that analogous to this is the awareness that surely there was something I missed!

the Wakefield Doctrine. What in the world would I do without it!

Music.

Hearing birds singing way early in the mornings about the advent of spring and new life. It’s here people! It’s almost here:)

Clark’s book Almira because it is true. There is always more to the story.

The fact that daylight savings time is only 2 weeks away AND that it will be daylight savings time when my birthday arrives days later. Bonus!

Transition. It happens more than we like sometimes. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, it forces us to adapt and that, is ever opportunity. I’m thankful for Lizzi Lewis, her friendship, her writing and her creation of a bloghop that is perpetual. We have a new steward(ess) of Lizzi’s gift. Thank goodness! Did I list 10? Today, it’s not about the number, it’s about the thanks.

 

The Silver Surfer…it’s Six Sentence Thursday

It’s Thursday so why not write a 6 Sentence story. Well, maybe not a story. Maybe a 6 sentence fragment. Yeah, that’s it. Fragment. It’s Zoe’s thing, ya know and a darned good thing too. She offers the challenge every week to any and all to throw some letters, a few words, up on the screen, today’s version of pen and paper. 6 sentences. No more, no less.  So here it goes….

The silver haired surfer gazed hungrily at the roiling waves tempting, teasing, taunting him.
Propped sloppily in an ancient chair, like an oft used stage prop soon destined to be cataloged and archived amidst other relics in a warehouse not of his choosing, he let slip a tear. There were no blinds or curtains on the window, all the more to torment eyes long used to the stinging of salt and sea spray the same salt and sea spray that glazed the panes of clear glass just beyond his reach. The energy was still there, coursing through a frame twisted, like an aged juniper tree welded to a coastline ravaged by decades of storms, every element nature can inflict. This day, he would have given his one remaining leg for the opportunity to walk out of the 2 story faded stucco building. And then he would run, run across sand swept hot asphalt, a lover to his beloved, thankful for burning sand beneath his soles, small price to pay for the chance to embrace the ocean one last time.

 

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A Birthday TToT Wish…from The Edge

Hello. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. It’s a late night edition of Lizzi’s bloghop, the Ten Things of Thankful. And I have 10. Truth be told, I have at least 10 thankfuls daily but for some reason, on a weekly basis, wreaking of writer’s block affliction, I succumb to sitting blandly, white screen of a mind blank, neurons firing nothing to get my fingers to tap a tap tap upon this keyboard. And then, driving this afternoon listening to Metallica’s Hardwired To Self Destruct, the cobwebs disintegrated and I realized damn! I love this CD!

My thankfuls are all Kevin Bacon’d. Where do I begin? Wait! It doesn’t matter ‘cuz of 6 degrees of separation 🙂 So my first TToT that came to mind this afternoon was my Secret Santa at work.  E gave me (among other “secret” fantastic gifts) the new Metallica CD. Most excellent. I love it. This thought, in turn, reminded me, “yeah, I work with a great group of people“. So #2 TToT it is.

Driving, volume of the music such that only a respectable Metallica loving person would still think insufficent, I thought how much I missed listening to “the old stuff”. Gone are the days of dueling guitarists (of the harder variety). I was caught up in the revelry of the revery of reminiscing of my earlier, musical days. Coming in at 3rd & 4th TToT respectively, but not necessarily in order of preference, (depends on my mood) are Glen Tipton & K.K. Downing and Adrian Smith & Dave Murray, respectively.

Earlier in the day, I was in conversation with a person close to me. His dad has dementia and, not unexpectedly, will tell the same story over and over or he’ll suddenly get emotional when talking about his little dog. D and I got to talking about how, maybe because we’re older, we both can get emotional about some of the more simple things, like our dogs, or hearing a particular song. And then I remembered, not for the first time, that today would have been my dad’s 99th birthday. He is a TToT, 5th and only. His muscial gift of sitting down to a piano and simply….playing, is TToT#6. His birthday reminds me of 2 other TToTs: David Bowie and Elvis. Today is their birthday too. Happy Birthday, Gentlemen.

A mere dusting of snow yesterday is a huge 9th TToT! Lo and behold, there is 1 TToT remaining to complete the 10. The 10th TToT? …..the gift of another 24 hours. The day that is both first and last. This day.

 

 

Lessons, Learning, Peeking Around the Edge

Sunday. Morning. Been up for a coupla hours. Morning has always been a treasure left undiscovered. Eagerly anticipated as it was the one part of the day I could completely indulge. The space between each line uncharted territory beckoning to be discovered/revealed.  When did it stop being the most enjoyable part of my day? When did sitting comfortably, pad and pen in hand, (replaced now with white screen and keyboard) cease to be that solitary walk along the deserted beach, scoping tide washed sand for shells and sea glass and driftwood?

Who do I have to thank for sitting me down, right now and asking? Christina Perri? Pinterest for sending me links that might interest me? That Pinterest shared with me GirlieOnTheEdge’s post “Of Metal and Mayhem” from 2 years ago featuring Ms. Perri singing “Jar of Hearts” is no coincidence (actually it is but let’s roll with it). Whatever the cue that illicits emotional content, I believe I owe it to myself to follow the trail. Cueing the song for the 4th time, chorus now indelibly etched into my brain for the day.

Reminders. How important are they? Very, yes? Of course. Without them we might miss that important drs. appointment or job interview or teacher parent meeting. Daily reminders. We all need them. I don’t want to talk about those reminders though. I want to explore the “holyshitIforgotabouttheohyeah,can’tbelieveIforgotIcouldIforget” reminders. Life shit. Get where I’m going? Inside of your head, reflective, self assessing, time to review, pull down the shade, find a comfy chair and…review. Remember. Remember the stuff you told yourself not to forget.

As on most Saturday nights, I call into the Wakefield Doctrine Saturday Night Call in Show. Typically, especially these last couple of years, it’s Clark (your host), myself and more recently and consistenly, Cynthia. Now wait a darn minute! Nuh, huh…it is too very enjoyable and humorfilled and….informative.  When it’s only us clarks, there is much identification going on, many reveals and “aha’s” and in general “no shits!” and yes, it can be a wild time lol. Who says a three way conversation among clarks is boring. It’s not always about the Doctrine ya know. Well, actually how can it not be?

As I suspected, I’ve veered a bit off course. Retrospection, if done properly can be a valuable tool. Recollection without the indulgence of feeling bad, can be a valuable tool. Remembering to remember can be a valuable tool. Thanks to Clark last night, I remembered some things that naturally I’d forgotten. Funny, I made a comment about being in denial (the usual life shit, where am I, what am I, why, why not) and Clark pointed out that when an individual is in a state of denial, they are not consciously aware they’re in denial. Example? If someone sees white, when it is black. They see only white. They do not know it is black because for that person, it is white. So how much of what I see or don’t see has it’s roots embedded in denial? How can I know I’m in a state of denial? Does that imply someone, other than myself, should be telling me how it really is? How’s that for a big ole can of squirming, radioactive worms?! LOL

I’m fairly certain I’ve lost most folks. In fact, I may have even lost the clarks! It’s a rambling, self indulgent kinda day today – it’s a reminder today. To look so that I can see without prejudice, that which is in front of me, surrounding me. What is it I refuse to see? Cannot recognize? When will I know, how can I know those times I’m in denial? Can I rescue my own self? Gee, thank you brother. You’ve always got my back 😀

One of my favorite TV characters, a clark, was all about finding the truth. He insisted the “truth was out there”.  Am I ready for the truth? I know this clip will totally resonate with my people. Here’s to a TToT weekend for yes, this is a TToT post. The thankfuls? They’re out there. Just have to find them.

I’m Just a Girlie…and Thankful at the Edge

Greetings on this howling, sleety Saturday morning. I’m Girlie, your hostess for this post. And, hopefully more frequent, subsequent posts. As a clark, I have the ability (most times!) to push back panic. To step aside and let the blast of whatever emotion threatens to send me off and onto a path of distraction. You see, I have once again found myself, on this 17th day of December, having done nothing – nada – nunca for the upcoming Christmas weekend! In my defense, there was an event that caused the world to turn on its axis (and not in a good way). In spite of that, I am here to give thanks, for there is so much for which to be thankful.

Lizzi’s post was the first TToT I’ve read today. She is the creatoress of this bloghop and imo, an exceptional writer. I am thankful to have met her aquaintence both in the vw and irl.

I am grateful and thankful for the circumstances however, fortuitious?, that led me to my present place of employment. Tack on #3 to this as I’ve recently been touched by the generosity of my co-workers, the inclusion into the community there. It’s a good feeling.

4th day of…Advent calendars. THANK YOU Phyllis. You know you can never stop sending them, right? 😀

5th of bourbon, NOT! Nasty stuff, bleck!! To be part of trying to make another’s life…better.

6th on the MerryGoRound is the mild weather overall so far and excluding the last 3 days and…well…the fact that winter is almost over! I agree with Clark. Once the days start getting longer we are on the road home, baby 😀

7th wonder. I have people like Cyndi and Val and Lisa and Kristi and Zoe, Kerry and Pat who check in on me pretty regularly. When I’ve participated that is 🙂

8th I am thankful for the reminders of how short life can be. The reminders to live in the present. The reminders that to give is to receive. Not just now, during Christmas time, but always.

Nine No, not a certain nephew’s favorite movie that a certain aunt gave to him and his brother 🙂 It is the 2nd to last, but assuredly not least, thankful. My parents. Their lives were all the example I ever needed in order to live a good life.

10. Always a thankful..each day I wake up and do it again. My own groundhog day, it’s the opportunity to get it right, do it better, be...better.

Peace…