In response to a post from the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff, who runs the Friday Fictioneers group (which I have not consistently contributed to this year, shame on me…) here is my contribution to the prompt, suggested by Dawn Landau over at Tales From The Motherland of 50 things to be grateful for as part of flooding the internet with gratitude.
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To join us for this project: 1) Write your post and publish it (please copy and paste the instructions from this post, into yours) 2) Click on the blue frog. 3) That will take you to another window, where you can past the URL to your post. (folks have trouble with this, but it’s not that hard. 4)Follow the prompts, and your post will be added to the Blog Party List. The inLinkz will be open until January 3, 2017
Also, please note the following from Rochelle:
Please note that only blog posts that include a list of 50 (or an attempt to write 50) things that made you feel Happy or 50 things that you are Grateful for, will be included. Please don’t add a link to a post that isn’t part of this exercise; I will remove it. Aside from that one caveat, there is no such thing as too much positivity. Share your happy thoughts, your gratitude; be creative; be happy and grateful, and help us flood the blogosphere with both!
As I look back on this year, and the past few years as well, I am grateful for the following:
Number 11: The privilege of staying at a faith community long enough for both my boys to graduate and being a spiritual leader to a group of kids growing up from pre-school and younger to their high school graduation
Number 12: for doctors who suggest allergy shots which have given me relief during the fall to winter transition
Number 13: for allergy meds
Number 14: the ability to get out of bed in the morning and do something meaningful
Number 15: the awesome and at times overwhelming privilege of being a spiritual leader to a group of people in one place for over 16 years
Number 17: the chance to keep learning, even hard things, and growing as a person
Number 18: a local book club that I joined this year
Number 19: a house that I own (even though I have to pay for the upkeep)
Number 20: cars that work (generally)
Number 21: a group of budding mechanics who have worked on my cars as they learn the trade of auto mechanics and have saved me perhaps a thousand dollars in labor!
Number 24: The ability to express gratitude, something that I have had trouble doing from time to time.
Number 31: The ability to right, I mean write…
Number 32: The ability to think for myself (at least on a regular basis)
Number 33: The ability to care and to want to make a difference in another person’s life in meaningful and positive ways
Number 34: The ability to laugh, not at another’s expense, but as a way of not taking oneself too seriously and enjoying light hearted moments.
Number 35: Kids. The profound simpleness of children brings smiles and laughter out of me. (I also am ready for grandchildren…but that is a future hope).
Number 36: The majesticness of large cats. Tigers make me speechless. Lions make me wonder. Leopards amaze me.
Number 44 – Flight Simming. I have been a flight simmer for over 20 years. It is one of the ways I relax.
Writing, the fun kind of writing that let’s your brain breathe in new air, has taken a back seat for a couple of months, well I am letting my brain breathe again with this installment of Friday Fictioneers. As always a “thank you” to Rochelle for her creative leadership of this creative group.
100 Words of flash fiction… here we come!
The weekend of speeches and toasts, honors and awards, (“The Knicks game and the Rangers game in Brooklyn were the best,” he said to his wife) was over. Mass had been celebrated and the slight hangover was gone. A final trip, a final day in the office was before him.
As the day drew to an end, he looked out at the window, and deeply thought of one case on his first beat… the murdered young man in Queens… that had never been solved.
A sigh rippled through his soul as he walked out the door for the last time.
As the group slowly walked through the former home of Dorothy Martin, long time community music teacher who had passed ten years earlier, one of the group, a graying man who was about 70 stopped in front of the oh so familiar spinet.
His visage clearly changed as his mind and heart went back 50 years, to one particular day when they, teacher and student, were alone in the house. As he struggled with the Mozart minuet, she touched his tense hands and more than the music flowed.
“Dad…DAD! Doesn’t the house look nice?”
Tears of time was the response.
Good Thursday everyone! The confluence of this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo, the season of change and transition this time of year brings, (my oldest is now a college freshman, and the start of school for my youngest and my wife), plus warm memories of Labor Day with a previous faith community, and the reminder from the “Promises” of 12 Step tradition, brings me to my take on this week’s Fictioneers’ prompt.
We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. (Due acknowledgement is given to AA for all copyright ownership)
Sitting before the fire, my family experienced a sudden rush of silence which took away the warmth of the flickering influence before us, replaced by a different kind of heat – of memory, of conflict.
Dad said, “This is a different final night for us. Steph goes off to college next week and the circle is changing as life changes. Tonight is a night in which we let go so we can go forward. So tonight we write a note of forgiveness to someone we truly need to forgive. Love must rule and not conflict.”
The warmth of love came quickly.
Good Wednesday morning all! I just checked and it has been over three months since I last posted my contribution to the wonderful Friday Fictioneers group! Seriously?
Well “summer” is about over and school will begin the earliest that it ever has here in our part of Indiana and so the wife and youngest will soon be back at it while the oldest gets ready to head to college for his first year. It has been be a good summer and I am grateful for a great deal.
Okay, enough catching up.
Here is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers and thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her leadership and this week’s photo prompt.
Hi everyone! After a five week absence it is good to be back with my take on the always fun and challenging Friday Fictioneers! Thanks Rochelle for your work and thanks Erin Leary for the wonderful photo prompt!
The dampness on the rough rail matched Sally’s damp spirit. With the funeral now six months in the past and the will recently probated and read all that was left for Sally and her two siblings was to sell the farm.
As she walked along the texture of the morning air matched a memory that suddenly came to life.
“Sssally Hendersssson, you are ssstill alive?”
Turning to look behind her, she saw the black shrouded figure point a long bony finger at her.
“Yes I am Balthar, I am immortal just like you.”
Facing the ghoulish figure, Sally quickly pointed her own long bony finger and he vanished with a scream.
Tony was truly in a good mood after a productive week of work. Jan was getting Ashley from daycare this week and so Tony figured he had some time to have some fun before they got home.
With the diving helmet on turned on the turntable and classic scratchiness of vinyl came to life “She packed my bags last night, pre-flight…”
Soon he was in outer space “Oh no, no, no, I’m a rocket man…”
Suddenly he heard Jan’s voice
“Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Copyright of all quoted lyrics are to their respective writers and owners.