curious, girl.
Ask the questions,
especially when only you
answer.
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
Liner Notes for This Groove: This elfchen is linked to the Friday Writings post at Poets and Storytellers United, Watching and Witnessing
Featuring poetic beats, lyrical storytelling, and other assorted jazz.
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Small Delights
Feed
my heart
on small delights
to starve the unfathomable
despair.
my heart
on small delights
to starve the unfathomable
despair.
Photo by Alaric Duan on Unsplash
Song Choice: Little Wonders by Rob Thomas
Liners Notes for this Groove: This elfchen was created for the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Write Your Medicine
Changing it Up: Blogging Around with Rommy Week 32
Living
requires adjustments.
Whether you choose
change or it’s fate’s
choice.
Liner Notes for this Groove: As fall creeps up on me, there are a few changes I need to make. Nothing too terrible, but several things need to shift to better use the resources (especially time) that I have available. One of those changes is moving Blogging Around with Rommy to Fridays instead of Tuesdays, starting in September.
I expect some changes might take getting used to, but some things will always be constant, like tea. Douglas Adams once wrote, “A cup of tea would restore my normality”. As long as I have a steady supply of the good stuff, I'm sure I'll settle into the changes soon. 😃
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| Guess I'm going to have to do some image editing. |
Rebel Ace: Blogging Around With Rommy Week 25
Play
time takes
so little effort.
Why not just enjoy
fun?
This poem is linked to Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads' Tuesday Platform.
Liner Notes For this Groove: If, as Alice Walker said
in The Color Purple, “Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors” then
vacation to me is just a chance to get my nerd on. Don’t get me wrong. I love
rambling on the rocky beaches, watching the ocean, and taking in the gorgeous
scenery. But if the day is stormy, the mosquitoes are vicious, (or let’s be
real, I just feel like it), I love indulging in some geeky games.
Last summer, one of my husband’s friends introduced us to
the X-Wing Fighters minatures game, based on the Star Wars movies. I hadn’t had
a chance to play since then, and there’s been a few upgrades to game play, allowing
for an option to run it something like a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. We get
to be Rebel Alliance pilots and fly missions against the Empire.
I had a blast with this new version. My character (who I
named Calamity, after Calamity Jane) took down five ships and easily scored the
most points (a mighty 13). Jokes were made about the Imperial fleet running
away when they saw the X-wing with the anime pin-up boys start flying through
their sky.
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| There she is, mighty Red 27. |
Of course I wanted to play again as soon as possible. The next game I wasn’t so lucky. We all rolled poorly, barely escaping the Imperial Forces, and I had to eject and leave my trusty X-wing behind (weeps). But I totally want to keep playing. Heck, I wonder why I don’t play more games like this at home. I know life can get pretty hectic and I need to work on self-care. But self-care doesn’t always mean taking a bubble bath. Sometimes it means taking a couple of hours, goofing around, and high-fiving the husband on that sweet, sweet shot I made on an Imperial Interceptor.
So do any of you Groovers like playing games to de-stress? Or
have you done anything fun recently? Talk to me about it in the comments
section and feel free to drop a link to your cyberhome if you want to continue
the conversation there.
Song Choice: Many jokes were made about Calamity needing a theme song. While I had fun making up alternate lyrics to Bodak Yellow (I’m an ace, you a nerf-herding wimp. I make bloody moves), I think the first song I thought of was the best one, Shoot to Thrill by ACDC.
Stretching
Stretching
towards sunlight
reminds tired muscles
boundaries can be pushed
again.
Song Choice: I'll Make a Man Out of You performed by Jackie Chan
I like tea and yoga, but I don’t do yoga.
-Moby
Notes from the real world:
A couple of months ago, I injured myself in a friendly game of sportsball* during an exercise class at work (I may have been taking out my ire over political events on unsuspecting coworkers). This was completely preventable had I bothered to warm up and then stretch, instead of jumping in like I was possessed by the ghost of Boudica. No more sportsball, no more aerobics or Zumba for me for at least a few weeks. Unable to face the risk of going mad from lack of activity, I grudgingly turned to a yoga DVD my husband had bought years ago.
Funny thing, I forgot how much I really enjoyed yoga. I think I stopped doing it because of misguided ideas about what it meant to challenge myself. But after a few weeks of doing it, and feeling a lot of improvement in my hip and in my overall body strength and flexibility, I realized it'd be really dumb of me move forward with any exercise plan that didn't include yoga, especially if it means I could get better at the other physical stuff I'm doing. I don't limit myself to just matcha tea, so why should I limit the types of physical activity I do?
I've been giving a lot of thought to what comes next for me in terms of writing. I am coming out of what feels like an editing marathon, so a little down time is in order. But just like I don't like being physically inactive, I don't think could stay away from writing completely. Firstly, I can't, as Magaly has made sure I'm blogging regularly on Wednesdays. But even more than that, I forgot that sharing bits of the real world is both fun and qualifies as a disciplined writing practice. While it may take a couple more weeks for me to settle on The Next Big Goal (and let's be real, even when I pick something, I'll still need to take time to work out a good plan or writing outline) I'm kind of enjoying this. With all due respect to Moby, if you like something, why not do it, especially if it in no way impedes you (or might even help) in doing other things you love? It seems kind of silly not to.
*Sportsball - What I call pretty much any game played with a ball. I'm really not much of an athlete, I just like to run around fast.
towards sunlight
reminds tired muscles
boundaries can be pushed
again.
Song Choice: I'll Make a Man Out of You performed by Jackie Chan
I like tea and yoga, but I don’t do yoga.
-Moby
Notes from the real world:
A couple of months ago, I injured myself in a friendly game of sportsball* during an exercise class at work (I may have been taking out my ire over political events on unsuspecting coworkers). This was completely preventable had I bothered to warm up and then stretch, instead of jumping in like I was possessed by the ghost of Boudica. No more sportsball, no more aerobics or Zumba for me for at least a few weeks. Unable to face the risk of going mad from lack of activity, I grudgingly turned to a yoga DVD my husband had bought years ago.
Funny thing, I forgot how much I really enjoyed yoga. I think I stopped doing it because of misguided ideas about what it meant to challenge myself. But after a few weeks of doing it, and feeling a lot of improvement in my hip and in my overall body strength and flexibility, I realized it'd be really dumb of me move forward with any exercise plan that didn't include yoga, especially if it means I could get better at the other physical stuff I'm doing. I don't limit myself to just matcha tea, so why should I limit the types of physical activity I do?
I've been giving a lot of thought to what comes next for me in terms of writing. I am coming out of what feels like an editing marathon, so a little down time is in order. But just like I don't like being physically inactive, I don't think could stay away from writing completely. Firstly, I can't, as Magaly has made sure I'm blogging regularly on Wednesdays. But even more than that, I forgot that sharing bits of the real world is both fun and qualifies as a disciplined writing practice. While it may take a couple more weeks for me to settle on The Next Big Goal (and let's be real, even when I pick something, I'll still need to take time to work out a good plan or writing outline) I'm kind of enjoying this. With all due respect to Moby, if you like something, why not do it, especially if it in no way impedes you (or might even help) in doing other things you love? It seems kind of silly not to.
*Sportsball - What I call pretty much any game played with a ball. I'm really not much of an athlete, I just like to run around fast.
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