Mojo Monday
Welcome to the first Mojo Monday writing prompt. A reminder of how this works. From time to time I will post a writing prompt with the aim of getting your creative juices flowing again. The accompanying image should help to amp up your brain’s creative process.
Picture yourself sitting on this bench – what’s the weather like? What time of the day is it? Now picture the person you would like to see seated on this bench beside you. Is it someone you know well? Are they in your life right now? Or are they a face from the past? What do you want to say to them? What do you think they would say back to you? When the hour is up, how do you think you will feel? Write as much or as little as you would like on your blog and then leave a link to the post in the comments below. If you don’t have a blog, but still wish to take part, you are more than welcome to do so. Just add your thoughts in the comments too.
I am looking forward to seeing what you come up with!
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On this bench, looking over the ocean, listening to the waves break, the only person from the any time that I want to talk to for an hour is my mom. She died in 2001 and I still want to pick up the phone and talk to her at least twice a week. She was the hub of my very large family. Although she was mostly a stay-at-home mom, she was so smart about politics and current events. I got my love of both from her. She would have torn up Facebook and Twitter! I miss her every day.
If we were together on the bench and could talk to someone else – probably Thomas Jefferson, to find out what the Founding Framers really had in mind.
The only drawback is that an hour wouldn’t be enough.
Jane
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Hi Jane, thanks so much for sharing your story. My mother is exactly who I wish I could see and talk to again too. I miss her terribly every day.
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I’d want to sit with my deceased parents and hear how things are for them and get their perspectives on so many things from where they are now.
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I’m torn between my husband, and the women from my past who I never knew, but am so curious to discover. But assuming Zsolt wanted to go and fish while I watched that beautiful coastline, I’d like to talk to one of the women who first sailed over to Canada (I have a few in my family), and see just what made them take that leap of faith and head into this wilderness. How did the find the courage to change in a way that could never be undone, and throw themselves forward? Maybe they were desperate, or it was just a question of opportunities… whatever it was, I’d love to sit on that bench for a chat.
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That sounds so interesting Catherine – definitely a story to tell there!
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Here is my post!
http://contortumdesigns.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/he-saved-me-from-myself/
Thanks for the inspiration 🙂
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What a beautiful, heartfelt piece of writing. It means a lot to me that you wrote this in response to the writing prompt I posted on my blog. You write about something very personal to you, but also it is something that means a lot to many of us – it is the vital importance of having one person you can turn to who understands and who can help you. Wishing you healing, peace and many moments of joy as you continue your healing journey
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dear Marie,
I read and commented on CD’s post, “he saved me from myself”. absolutely beautiful! I hope you feel a marvelous sense of accomplishment with your first mojo Monday!
much love and light,
Karen xxxooo
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