30 July, 2023

August buzzing and botherings

The army of wasps
Are now everywhere around
Anxieties rules.

21 July, 2023

June in Chios, Greece

Caroline, my writing buddy this week, and I wrote something to the prompt "swimming".  Here is Caroline's. This below is mine...

She steals away from the busy conference room filled with the cacophony of business folks hammering away at the day's agenda. Rushing upstairs to her hotel room, she strips away her business attire and rushes into her old black bathing suit. She wraps a big white hotel towel around her body and slips into her bright yellow flip-flops.

Down the staircase and out the back door, she walks through the alleys until she finds the footpath that runs along the rocky coast. To her left, the brilliant blues of the Meditteranean Sea are calling her. 

Another 10 minutes and she arrives at a small beach. It has little sand, mainly rocks and pebbles. Which makes it a beach for the locals rather than tourists. A few half-naked bodies are changing back into their clothes before returning to work or their homes. A few heads are bobbing on top of the water far in the distance.

Awkwardly, she slides, slips, and stumbles into the warm water. She rushes forward and dives into the deep, dark, delicious salty water.

She comes up for air, and a wave slaps her sharply on her face. Then another a few seconds later. "Where have you been?" the waves say. "I've so so missed you", she responds and dives down deeply again.

(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)

20 July, 2023

It's far away

Written by my writing buddy, Caroline. This week's prompt was "swimming". 


It had been an exhausting but inspiring day and the sea was beckoning. A hazy sky could not dampen the warmth of the summer.
 
Walk into the water, frigid, bracing. Just a short swim to get the body tingling again.
The pier at the opposite end of the bay, always a nice touch to the beaches here.
 
Swimming, a little nugget of a thought: Swim to the pier.
 
“It’s far.”
“Yes, it’s far, but you can take your time. The water is shallow. If you get tired, you can walk.”
 
Swim. Landmarks pass by. Slowly. The pier doesn’t seem to be getting any closer. Feeling tired.
 
“Take your time.”
Written by my writing buddy, Caroline. This week's prompt was "swimming".
The pier is just there. No. Again, it seems to have stopped coming closer. Frozen moment in time.
 
“It’s okay, almost there.”
 
Made it. Stand and look around. The other side of the bay, far away.
 
“You could swim back.”
“But it’s far.”
“Yes, it’s far, but you can take your time. The water is shallow. If you get tired, you can walk.”
 
Slow return.
 
Leave the water. Electrified body. Burst of laughter as a seagull tries to steal her sandal.

19 July, 2023

Story waiting to be told

Genre: true story
Place and time: suburb of Berlin, last week

Tina, who lives alone in a large house with her cat, receives a telephone call from her neighbour. The neighbour wants to know if Tina knows her cat rides the city buses daily.

The cat gets on the bus with other passengers and then rides the bus for a while and starts meowing really loudly when it wants to be let off. Apparently, the bus drivers know her cat well and allow her on and off their buses regularly.

17 July, 2023

Childhood summers

Sharp cries of seagulls
Echoing across the skies
Running quickly home.

16 July, 2023

The grandfather clock


She wipes down the kitchen counter until it shines. It's a point of pride that her kitchen is spotless. She takes the orange sponge to clean the counters whenever she enters the kitchen. Even if she's just getting a glass of water. Even if the counters are already clean. She glances over her shoulder on the way out, and her heart briefly smiles.

As she passes the entrance area, she notices the mess. Her daughter has kicked her shoes off, and thrown her coat down, making it impossible for someone to open the front door. This makes her mad. 

Every day, all day, her daughter and her husband treat their home as if there is an invisible army of servants to pick up after them. Someone who follows them around, bringing everything they throw into the corner or leave behind back to where they belong. Cleaning the bathroom mirrors spattered with toothpaste. Scrubbing the toilets. Changing the sheets. Washing their clothes. Cooking their meals. Always. Always. Over and over. Endlessly.

They treat their home like it is nothing to treasure. Her home. 
She goes over to the grandfather clock. Takes out the brass keg from the bottom right corner and slowly, delicately winds the spring clog. Another 24 hours.

Time to start making dinner. She stands outside her daughter's bedroom door and tells her she must empty out the dishwasher. She smiles; quality time with a teenager.

(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)

15 July, 2023

Late afternoon in suburbia

She lives in fear of her mother's x-ray visions of her being. It is uncanny how often her mother comes into her room when she is, at that very moment, contemplating sneaking out to visit her friends. She so wants to go out with them and hang around the shopping mall, flirting with the boys. Or when she reads a "silly romance" (her mother's words) instead of doing her homework.

When she is with her mom in a room, her mom always gives her accusatory looks as if she knows what she is thinking. Not only knows them, but it is as if they are being televised directly, loudly into her mother's brain.
 
Her mom's "stop lazing around" reprimands sting. Those words can incinerate any rebellious, free-loving, adventurous thoughts like a lit match to a dry Christmas tree. She craves the power to shield her being with an impenetrable barrier to all her mom's criticisms and maligning commentary. She wants to unleash the jungle of yearnings and musing growing wild in her heart.
 
From outside her door, her mom yells for her to come and empty the dishwasher. Sighing slumped-shouldered, she leaves her gets off her bed.


(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)

10 July, 2023

Off again


Off again, but this time around with my team to participate in a four-day workshop. Everyone is facilitating their own mini-workshop. 

Lots of time to explore all the changes that have happened, those that are rendering our day-to-day business a tad difficult, and what we can do in the next while to cope better and feel rejuvenated and not drained.

We are truly blessed to be up north with the long long summer days and sunsets that take hours to unfold.

Photo by Philipp on Unsplash

(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)

08 July, 2023

Walking buddies

We have walking buddies that populate our daily walks. Since we go for walks nearly always at the same time and usually take one of three routes, these people have become a part of our walks.

In particular, two older men take their small dogs out for their walk, holding them in their arms like babies.

(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)

05 July, 2023

Being here, but not

I am back home now,
My wanderlust still alive
Hmmm, where to go next?