night blues
I went to a lovely party yesterday, for a 90th birthday party, in a beautiful garden.
someone said
we all contain all the archetypes
which archetype do you reject?
you say no, I contain no mother no father
no murderer no priest
rich woman poor woman beggar woman thief
doctor lawyer indian chief
princess is the role I reject
as a child as a girl
fearing to be used
fearing to be taken
wanting to be mine not his
not his ever
not chattel
not property
not owned
divorcee is a role I reject
realize I scorn it
then turn my face from abuse
and embrace it fully
lonely is hard
alone is easy
what is the difference?
my uncle says
I’ve never been alone before
I’ve always been the most
important person in someone’s life before
at least he thought so
which archetype do you reject?
we all contain all the archetypes
all the stories
all the stories that we know
if the only story that we know
is of poverty and despair
and hiding and war
discrimination and hatred
while the lighted box shows happiness
elsewhere while we suffer
the arch of the rainbow
may not be a story
that can be imagined
all the stories that we know
and tell
tell
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I will add this to the Ragtag Daily Prompt #54: reflection. Because it fits.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt #53: zing.
My daughter was home for the weekend and I was trying to make a pancake elephant with the last bit of batter. But it isn’t. I think it’s a zing. Quite possibly a stinging insect or amoeba…. It was delicious.
For Mindlovesmisery’s Sunday Writing Prompt: “Take a walk“. Writing from another’s point of view.
Stepping out
We’re trying to get our steps in today. Mother thinks we’re too high too much and wants us to practice being more grounded. Silly mum, but we’re trying to humor her. Down to the beach, no shoes, keeping track. Step counters, we’ll walk all day…

Ooooo, what has my sis got? I am heading over. Dang! She ate it already! I don’t see anything in the water. Bit murky here.

Wait, but who is that? We agreed to walk, but if that one comes this way! No way! I am out of here.

Rats, mum is still watching. She’s got her fierce look on, don’t mess with her.

And look, people! And those awful four legs. It’s not that I’m scared, mind you, but their mouths give me the creeps. All those stalagmites in there. No smoothness and their faces have all those expressions!

And there goes dad, heading by, checking on us. Jeez.

Ok, ok, we’ll walk.

This is Black Door Alley. They played yesterday for the Concerts on the Dock, a Port Townsend Main Street Program in the summer. Thursday from 5-8, live band and food carts, sponsored by local businesses and all ages present. There was a 95 year old dancing….she’s not in this picture…. This was taken during the last song.

I can’t do that with my neck.
Nor jump this high:

I am at the District 5020 Rotary Youth Exchange Conference. World wide over 8000 students go on exchange to learn about another country and add to international peace and understanding every year.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: superstition.
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