Even the unlikeliest people can change our perspectives. If only we’d listen.
Found this on Pinterest – Sylvia Plath has a way with words. Could there be a better way of saying it?
National Blog Posting Month – #Day16
Category: NaBloPoMo
A Touch of Mystery
Since I already posted my warmth photo in different light, for mystery, I decided to take a new approach.
The most mysterious thing to me is the human mind. Nothing too technical; it just baffles me how people sometimes work and think. For instance, it’s Saturday – which is officially a holiday – but I see a lot of my colleagues working as they do on a warm Tuesday afternoon. There’s always work to do, yes, but it matters how you prioritize your work and personal life. But here they are, emerged in their daily tasks, as if working through the weekend will reduce the workload.
So here’s the mystery: why do people work throughout the weekend, when instead, they could be enjoying cold coffee on the beach?
I guess I’ll never see their logic.
Also, I’ve edited the photo to give it a touch of mystery – what do you think?
National Blog Posting Month – #Day15
Warm Dinner on a Cold Night
Warmth – for me, it’s food. Ever since I got a camera, I’ve been trying out new recipes, just so I can photograph them.
And one of my favourite foods of all time – the ever-satiating corn. I just love to roast and eat it off the cob.
There it was boiling away, while I, prepped up the details – and when it was finally done, I bought it out to the table – and the power went off. It didn’t help that it had just rained and natural light was almost zero.
That’s when the flashlight came into play. After this shot, I could eat in peace and really feel the warm corn spreading warmth down my throat on a wet night.
Catching up on the Photography 101 Challenge: Warmth. Also, National blog Posting Month – #Day14 | Weekly Photo Challenge: Warmth.
Reality Strikes
“Dad!”
He rushed to his childhood hero. Relief spread through him as he held his father’s firm shoulders under his palms.
“Thank goodness,” he wheezed. “Weird dream! We were in an accident.”
Raised eyebrows.
He gulped, “A truck ran us over.”
“That was no dream.”
A mild horror story for my Flash Fiction collection. Also, National Blog Posting Month – #Day13
Well, If You Must…
Cleaning is a tedious task. I hate cleaning and setting things in order. My room in particular. Chaos is peace; when everything’s in order, I just lose myself.
Besides, who’d clean, instead of all the other things you can do? I’d rather sit and stare into space, or procrastinate, or sleep, or listen to some music. Anything to get away from the chore.
So you can imagine my thrill when I stumbled upon this little poem.
Dust If You Must — Kassie Webb
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Such a simple thought — spend time doing what matters — yet so full of meaning.
What do you guys think of this poem?
National Blog Posting Month – #Day12
The Chaos Within 