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A little bit of fiction….just as I imagined it using the words for this prompt:
Wordle 349


Sunday Whirl prompt : kiss-scream-sticky-spill-lift-curl-laugh-spin-plant-hit-pass-screen


Every Sunday evening the whole family curled up in front of the fire while granddaddy told us about his childhood on the farm.
“I was a bit mischievous at times. I would pass behind my sister, pinching her behind just to make her scream.
“Kids didn’t use sunscreen then. There was no such thing and nobody thought about being out in the great outdoors hours on end in the sun. That’s just the way it was back then. You would come back inside all sweaty and sticky and Mom would tell us to wash our hands for dinner.
“Mom would always let me drink the cream at the top of the milk bottle. Every morning she would pass the bottle on to me before anyone noticed. Oh! that cream was so good.
“Anyway, when I grew up, I was about 10 by then, Sally and her family moved next pasture down the hill. I spent a lot of time with Sally for a few years.
“Quite a few times I lifted Sally up on my favorite horse. I would sit behind her while we had a bit of a spin around the coral.
“Sometimes I would kiss her on the cheek and she would giggle and laugh. I loved that and I think she did too. One day my sister caught me stealing a kiss like that and she spilled the beans on me. Mom didn’t say anything to me. The next morning she passed me the milk bottle with a big smile.
“Well, anyway, we also planted stuff like sunflowers and collected the seeds at the end of the season. Sometimes we didn’t hit it off good with the planting though, not enough rain or too much rain.

Hélène ©willowpoetry



Evening Reflection:

Life of all that is
In one little seed
Is born Life of all matter

Planted within my Soul
Will grow
As it is intended

Be wary of what you plant
Within your Temple
Keep only the seeds of Light
For they may grow
Into Temples of Strengths within themselves

Hélène ©willowpoetry





Magic Smile

Written for:

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays, and short fiction.

Your line for this week is:
I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward.
“His smile was like some kind of magic.”

Magic Smile

His smile was like some kind of magic
One glance into his eyes
He had me under his spell

I swooned
Fell into his embrace
Light as a feather
He carried me away

Consciously aware
Surrounded by
Celestial Beings
Bathing in a Golden Light

Was this Heaven?
Did I die?

Then I saw him
His smile,
My guardian angel
His presence
Revealing to me
The realm
Of our Oneness.


How do I breathe


Morning Reflection:   How do I Breathe

Living a conscious life never demands that I know what the flow will bring. Following the nudges and fulfilling the request is what makes me conscious and aware of every waking moment of the day.

My sleeping state is also characterized accordingly. I do not need to think about sleeping when I am actually sleeping. Sleeping is all I do and it is taken care of.

Health refreshes me during my restful state. The outcome is then the act of rejuvenating my cellular consciousness.

While the breath is happening, life is vibrant. The breath serves as my guide. The breath nourishes each and every cell of my earthly being as well as my body residing in the domain of the Universal Consciousness. When I think that I am living, yet I do not pay attention to the life given breath, my life is not consciously lived. It is a reminder to me that the breath is truly and always my guide.

What is life without breath.  Hélène©willowpoetry



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