Celestial Predestination

Imprinted memories of a home I’ve never seen flash behind my eyes and my awakening begins. Earth served only as a sort of nursery school. Now it’s time for my extraction, and I am prepared. I scan the horizon for the vessel.

– Written for YeahWrite.me Microprose Challenge #312. Prompt was to answer the question “What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?” WC 42. Photo from Pixabay.

The Tracks

Watching the past pass away with its lights and shadows, I leave it all behind. I leave them all behind. Down these tracks, a new life waits.

– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #15. Photo prompt. CC 140. Photo from Pexels.com.


Wisdom Of Age

The older I get, the more I have an appreciation for the bad choices my parents made. I am not glad they made them, and I certainly would prefer if the ones that affected me negatively had not happened, but I appreciate the fact that we don’t always know our bad choices are bad choices until after we make them. I understand why age can often be associated with wisdom. Simply existing year after year on this revolving ball in space tends to make one wiser by default. Experience equals wisdom for many. I’d like to think it does for me, at least.

– Written for Day 17 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.