I am alive!
my dear poets and storytellers, after spending two weeks walking around like a (coughing) corpse, I’m nearly feeling like myself
again. How are things with you and yours? I hope everyone is healthy of flesh
and spirit. These days, the former seems to be always threatened and the latter
suffers because of it. As some of you already know, my entire immediate
family was down with either COVID or severe colds. Everyone else is fine now,
except me—things tend to take longer when one’s immune system isn’t all there.
because when it rains it pours
viruses, Rommy’s husband and her youngest
have been touched by the COVID monster. Rommy (her
enviable immune system) and her oldest child are standing
strong. Still, send healing words/energy/wishes her way. My sweet Rommy’s 50th
birthday is coming up (on
the 27th), and I’m certain that a healthy family
would be a really good gift.
in mind, today’s optional prompt—thought
of by our Rommy—invites us to shape our words around the idea of “medicine for
the body and/or soul”. I’m really excited about the prose and poetry this topic
might brew to life. Because of rather obvious reason, healing and such often
spills into my ink. I will enjoy reading the medicine you write.
As always, if
prompt isn’t for you, please share a piece of your choosing. Let it be new or
old, fiction or nonfiction, short or longish (prose pieces should
be 369 words or fewer). Share the direct link to
your post. One link per participant. After you add your words, visit other
writers, sip their inked thoughts, and let them know that they do for you.
next week, Rosemary will invite us to write poetry and prose inspired by our own landscapes.
and last, but never least, save some healing wishes (and actions) for our Green Mother