Surely It Is For My Benefit

Poked and prodded, blood taken and shots given…I resemble a pincushion these days. Surely, it is for my benefit…

– Written for Day 25 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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Midday Walk

The ducks and geese played tag in the afternoon sun as it sparkled across the river like diamonds.

– Written for Day 24 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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Mistaken

Cute furry kitty feet stretched across my arm while I typed. I thought that meant I was allowed to pet them. My inappropriate behavior was quickly corrected, and I have the claw marks on my hand to show for it.

– Written for Day 23 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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Night Play

Leftover raindrops play on windowpanes, refracting morning sunbeams; evidence of nature’s overnight shenanigans.

– Written for Day 22 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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The Neighborhood

Friendly neighbors smile and say hello. Some stop to pet the dog. They want nothing in return. This is a good place to call home.

– Written for Day 21 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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The Perfect Shot

Waiting patiently, still, positioned just so, sweat trickles down my temples. I watch birds and insects flutter in and out of my frame. The sun is bright, and the grass is itchy, but I will stay just a few moments longer with finger poised on the button depressed halfway. I wait for the perfect shot, and sometimes I am rewarded for my dedication.

– Written for Day 20 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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False Start

The morning sun shone through the large office window. The a/c unit hummed. My computer monitors in front of me were ready for the day’s work. I could think of nothing more interesting than the back of my eyelids.

– Written for Day 19 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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