Daily Prompt – Jan 7 – Sanctuary of Solitude

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”

A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

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[One again playing catch up so I might do several of these over the next couple days….or not.]

Guess I have to admit to retreating to my bedroom. Not always because I need to escape, mind. It’s a place I go to get things done without anyone interrupting. Not that it works well for that, cuz the door is always open to anyone who walks in or calls from one or the other phone, or both at the same time, which can get busy, or whatever (however) has a mind to need something only I can give, so it’s not actually a place I can go for privacy, but it goes have that warm, back to the womb feeling. I can wrap up in my favorite super soft fleece throw and the “kids” I.E. my seven adorable, demanding, play-with-me little dogs via for a place of prominence next to me, basically pinning me in place until I can convince them to give me breathing room <g>

All in all, it works for me. My own company bores me. I need the interruptions, I guess.

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When Blog Grows Up….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”

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Well, since my blog is about whatever I want to write at the moment in time, guess I’d like this site to be a place of indulgence, debate and expanding minds by sharing thoughts. Both mine and the folks who comment. Sharing ideas is the beginning of acceptance. That’s what the end game of this site could and should be.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”

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We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

That’s a hard one. I don’t cry much. When I’m pushed to tears it’s more than likely that one of my seven children have done something thoughtless or cruel. Yes, they can do that. They’re kids.

That’s not to say they can’t be wonderful and thoughtful as well. Lord in his heaven knows I adore each and every one of them. They are my eternal joy and my everlasting hell. You folks with adult kids, or even younger ones, likely know what I’m saying, hey?

But this entry is supposed to be about the joy, and after last year, Oct 31st, 2013  through the beginning of Oct this year, the joy has started coming in. We’ve bought the house that replaced the one destroyed in the flood at long last, after a YEAR of going through the process, well I’m thrilled, but no tears. Sorry.

Guess it could be because my babies get upset if they see me crying. And then the phones start to ringing cuz the kids, well the girls,  have a hotline that could put law enforcement to shame.

But wait. Got it…..wait for it, dear readers, this is a good one.  I do believe the thing that makes me cry for happy is romantic comedy. Yeah, you know those sappy final scenes where the couple have gotten through the hell that is their romance and lovely dovey commence. That chokes me up big time [cheeky grin] Hey, you asked.