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Infrangible

A Ragtag Daily Word Prompt

Missy on the Deck in my Backyard

It’s a beautiful, sunny Spring morning. I’m sitting outside enjoying my coffee and the company of my dogs as I sit and write. I turned up the music on youtube so I can hear it outside.

Music can be calming, uplifting, energizing – there is a song for every emotion. It is an universal language. Maybe that’s why there are so many videos out there during this time of self-isolation.

While self-isolating, being outside is good for body and soul. I love taking the dogs for a walk. For the first time I’m able to sit out in the sunshine albeit while wearing my winter coat. The dogs are nearby, basking in the sun.

Our world has changed drastically, yet life goes on. The sun still shines, the seasons change, and the birds are singing. We are finding ways to be together while being alone. We are adapting to the new normal. There are people taking advantage, scamming, and hoarding, but they were always there. There are far more people reaching out with kindness and compassion to help in any way they can.

The frontline workers putting their lives at risk every single day to keep our lives as normal as possible. They are heroes.

It’s incredible to see how much the human body and spirit can take during a time like this. With thousands of tragic losses it’s hard to believe that life will ever get better. LIfe will get better. Until then we will bend, but we will not break. The human spirit has endured through wars, disasters, and pandemics. We will, in general, survive this.

This too shall pass. We will carry on. We will recover and life will once again return to normal. We are infrangible.

Until this is over I’ll be waiting in the sunshine with my music, my dogs and a great cup of coffee.

Stay safe my friends!

Pedestrian

A Ragtag Daily Word Prompt

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When I was a child I found news to be so pedestrian.

Now that I’m an adult, and especially during this pandemic, I find the news to be anything but dull.

Eyes of the Forest

A Ragtag Daily Word Prompt

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The police said a hiker found him. He lay lifeless on the forest floor on a soft bed of pine needles. He looked like a rag doll; his legs askew, one arm bent awkwardly behind him. He must have fallen from the cliff above.

The police did not suspect foul play, but they still needed to ask questions. Lisa told the police that they had a fight. It ended with Alan driving off, tires screeching. Lisa wasn’t surprised that he had gone to the woods. He loved to go there to pick mushrooms and contemplate life.

The forest invited contemplation. It felt otherworldly as the sun filtered through the trees. The echo of birds chirping and small critters rustling in the leaves. Twigs crackling underfoot. This was not the habitat of men.

It belonged to the woodland creatures. When people showed up they stood still. Transfixed by their presence, they waited and watched, sniffing the air.

A week later, Lisa went to visit the site of the accident. Yellow crime scene tape hung in tatters. Looking around, she saw a rock and sat down. She was deep in thought, as the denizens of the forest eyed her warily.

To the passersby, Lisa’s grief was apparent. Her downcast eyes revealed her pain as she struggled to control her emotions. She wiped her eyes with a tissue.

She sat there for a while. Onlookers glancing her way as they passed by. Her hair hung down like a widow’s veil partially covering her face. She dropped the tissue. A whisper of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Lisa has a secret. No one knows except the watching eyes of the forest.