I’ve been writing postcards to my friend Kim since 2014. Changes to Australia Post operations this year (combined with life) have seen the number of postcards slowly dwindle.
With a renewed focus on combining self care, art and woo, I decided to buy a pack of colouring-in postcards today and take out one of the off-cut baggies of Calvino to see what might happen when they were shaken together.
Flowers and a gorgon happened. A typical sort of Friday!!
I am happy to call it not just a successful merging of the different areas of life I am focusing on and a beautiful postcard to send, but a productive day of rest day.
I’m back from the family holiday in New Zealand and I’ve been aching to get back into building poetry. The weekend just gone was my first back at my desk to do this in a long time.
As always it starts with a present for a friend and then spirals outward. This time it was an array of poems on zentangles and then surprisingly, some new paper I had come across.
Another piece of flash fiction from a Line A Day Journal prompt. This time I totally distorted the original seed: mutual respect sends his regrets.
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Mirrored in him are the empty places in me. I have hollowed him out as he hollowed me out. I have taken as much as what was taken. A fuck you, as I remember how to take on air again. As he forgets. And I walk from the water’s edge in silence. The echoes of mutual regret swallowed this time.
Every now and again, in the Line A Day Journal I write with Em, there’s a flash fiction prompt. These are turning into unexpected writing boons. This from the prompt: you’re digging in your garden and find a nugget of gold.
No one could explain to her how the smelting process had been imperfect. How a small amount of her heart had been spilled. Or how the grotesque nugget came to be buried among her carnations and sweetpeas.
Never give all of your heart away, she’d been warned when she was young. Always keep a piece for yourself. But they never spoke of a heart turning on itself.
Flowers lay uprooted and torn around her. Heavy-duty garden gloves torn and bloodied. Her breathe came in half-breathed sobs.
She would end what the malignant organ had started. No piece of it would remain.
And she dug.
“If it is not right do not do it; if it is not true do not say it.”
Emily Craven gifted me the little Typo journal above for Christmas in 2013. We have been writing in it every day since January 2014, responding to the journal prompts and the other prompts we’ve added to avoid the repetition of prompts like: ________ is a total babe.
Instagram and Twitter chronicle our our daily adventures and sometimes we’re lucky to have someone play along at home. We’ve been blessed this year to have Typo’s social media person on board with us.
AUGUST A to Z
August has a cluster of prompts (brain child of Em) to create an alphabetical list of advice. Rob Cook joined and it was one of the most interactive and fun set of prompts we’ve done. I missed out on writing them last year (it was the precursor to The Churn) so I’m looking forward to next year when I’ll be able to do a compare and contrast.
For now, advice a la 2016.
Always be your most authentic self.
Behave with kindness and integrity.
Care of yourself IS a priority.
Devote time, energy and focus to the pursuits you love.
Focus on the present; nothing can be done about the past and the future takes care of itself.
Go after your dreams; passion is your ally.
Hope keeps the glass half-full.
Judge no-one, especially yourself.
Keep the faith, especially when despair threatens to swallow you.
Listen to your favourite songs in the shower.
Meditate. Appreciate. Invigorate.
Never give up. It you can’t be your own cheer squad let your friends shake the pompoms for you.
Open to adventure, curiosity and absurdity.
Perfection is only found in imperfection.
Quiet time is essential – however or wherever you find it.
Rest. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. Bodies get old and tired.
Sing. Loudly. Offkey. For your own pleasure. Because you can.
Time travel will enrich your life.
Utilise your inherent skills and talents. This is how dreams bloom.
Voraciousness is not a sin. Celebrate your hungers.
Wing it. Sometimes the best plans, best ideas come together in motion.
X marks the spot. Know where your inner treasure is buried.
You are both your best friend and worst enemy. Choose wisely.
Zebras; because sometimes its good to be black and white.
If you were to collect your advice for life in an A-Z, how would it read?