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Poetry 15th, March 2021

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  Hello! One of my favorite things to do nowadays is watch the play of the sun as it hits the trees and casts shadows across the road. There's this special time of the evening where it's particularly beautiful. It's a magical moment where the world seems to hold its breath and anything can happen. It's a moment where the world seems to stop; a moment trapped in time. My response to this month's prompt came from my observations of this time of day. As always, please feel free to use the prompt below to generate your own creativity.  Here is the prompt: Last week, I took my red Lord of the Rings notebook and my red pen (I really like red. Don't know if you can tell.) and went outside. I found a place where I could watch the road by my house and just sat, observed and listened. I must have sat there for a good half an hour; it was so peaceful! Out of that time came this poem. Now, I'd like to hear from you! When was the last time you simply sat outside, observe

Making the World More Beautiful

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     This quote has stuck in my head since my mom first read Miss Rumphius  to me when I was a child.      To me, it's a challenge to leave the world more beautiful than it was before. To leave something beautiful behind. It can be an act of kindness, coming alongside someone that needs help, making a meal for someone... Really anything.       For Miss Rumphius, it was planting lupines everywhere. For the Phoenix Fiction Writers, it's art and writing. Not familiar with this group? Let me introduce you.     The Phoenix Fiction Writers are a group of eleven speculative fiction writers dedicated to creating beautiful and meaningful stories. Their stories are not only engaging, but also challenging. These are stories that leave you thinking and chewing over what they have to say long after you finish.      If you want to know what I think about their stories, there are some reviews I've done for them under the "Review" tab on the blog or you can check out my reviews o

Living at the Speed of a Flower

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 Hello March!      I'm at the age where the months seem both to drag on forever and fly past with the speed of a jet simultaneously. I don't know if having busy months contributes to those feelings or if it just results from something else.       I like to look forward, sometimes a couple months ahead, sometimes years into the future, but last year and this past month, even, has been teaching me to slow down and take it a day at a time. I call it living at the speed of a flower. What do I mean by that?      When I was very little, I didn't keep time by a calendar. I kept time by what was going on around me. I always knew that it was March when I saw daffodils blooming. Before that, it was simply winter, but daffodils were a herald of Spring.     Flowers aren't in a hurry. They don't have to be anywhere. Their job is simply to grow. They are reliant on the rain and good soil, but they don't have a will of their own. They don't start thinking one day, "Go