I’m stumped, at a loss for the flow of words. …but what will I write?
I could share a joke, pass along a favorite recipe, pen the words to a poem.
I could send a Tweet, create a blog post, find the words to include in a card to someone special.
I could compose my thoughts for an opinion column, complete my lesson plans, help a student with a book report.
I could make my grocery list, fill out an application, sign up to volunteer.
Whether it’s emotion, fact, or need, the power of words gives value to the write.
Keeping up with college night life was becoming a financial strain.
“I’m not sure I can swing the concert, ” I admitted to my friend.
“You just HAVE to go, but you need cash. What are you going to do?”
“I’ve seen signs to donate at the plasma center downtown. If I do that I’ll walk out with $50.”
“I don’t know…I’ve heard bad things can happen…”
“Nah, I got this! See you tonight!”
My blood is drawn; I’m just waiting for the process to be over. The cool sensation in my arm as the blood is returned makes me nervous.
I show the bruising on my arm to my friend later and start to feel faint. Was it worth it?
As in all things, there is a beginning, a time of unknown. Learning of your county’s history provides an amazing, nearly unfathomable example of bravery, courage, ingenuity, and heart behind a desire as strong as exploration to unknown lands with hope for a better future. Facing challenges with a united front demonstrates the strength that is found in support by others alongside you.
Strike out on your own with a new idea, find supporters for encouragement, be the start of pushing forward with something you believe in. Let the 13 remind you of possibilities in taking steps toward a dream.
The beauty found in prairie life is often in the eye of the beholder. I wouldn’t trade the wildflowers in bloom, the magnificent sunsets, the peaceful quiet, and the feeling of freedom for anything. As weather often threatens, we were taking precautions on this stormy night. Living in tornado alley made us wise to the skies. However, this was a night beyond caution – the tornado was in sight. After prayer and seeking shelter, we could do nothing else but wait. Thankfully this time was a brief encounter, a tap on the shoulder reminding us that we are not in control.
Photography by Thomas Zimmerman
Summer Blog #3
100 Word Challenge has been a delight to bring to my students over the past two years. Julia Skinner has a developed a wonderful way to promote young writers! Each week a new prompt is given by words or picture and the young writer’s can take off with it however they desire. Sometime descriptive, practicing the use of dialogue, trying a hand at poetry, sharing a personal experience – 100WC opens a window of endless possibility. It really does become a challenge in more ways than one. Yes, a challenge to write in such a way that it would be selected and honored for the weekly Showcase, but also a challenge to limit word count. From what I’ve seen, as my young writers improve in skill, style, and flow, it becomes harder and harder to figure out how to capture thoughts in so few words. Several of my students have bridged one week to the next to continue a story line by ending a week with “to be continued…”. This in itself is another challenge because the future prompts are unknown. If a writer can continue the story line with actually unconnected prompts, that is certainly high creativity at work!
I’ve known about 100WC for Grown Ups but haven’t involved myself with it until now. What am I waiting for? It’s my turn!
So, here it is. The prompt for week #155:
…as time passes…
As time passes I have become more appreciative and thankful for everything that has come my way and even for those things yet to come. I’ve caught reflections into my life from books and movies I’ve seen this summer. One thought that has been profound for me is that one’s past kept quiet remains that way and becomes a loss of learning and self unless shared. Whether painful or joyful, sad or happy, lasting or fleeting, these experiences shared have value. Change always happens but a treasured memory shared remains as an extension of yourself to others.