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#creativebeing prompt of the week: Fire

I’ve always liked fire. Heat. Aries is the first sign of the zodiac and it’s a fire sign. I love making campfires and eating s’mores as I watch the smoke dance in the air. I love lighting candles and writing. I love sitting by a fire when it’s cold outside, and I love the feel of the sun’s fiery rays on my skin in the summer, flirting with Apollo and daring him to burn my flesh. Fire is inspirational. It is alive and free and dangerous. It is safe if  it is contained, but also needs oxygen and space so it doesn’t burn out. Fire creates and destroys. It can represent passion or revulsion. A one element contradiction. Fire can melt ice and burn wood. It can warm a house or take down an entire forest. You can enjoy fire, but you have to respect it.

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This post is my contribution to the #creativebeing prompt of the week. The prompt is as follows:

This week, we continue the elemental theme with the prompt FIRE.

#creativebeing prompt of the week: Air

This is the worst pain that she has ever felt, but she knows what to do. She breathes in and out, rhythmically. She focuses all of her attention on her breathing. When the doctor says to push, she takes one deep breath, then pushes. She tries not to clench her teeth, instead letting out a primal scream. Then she relaxes and focuses on her breath again.

She was always aware of the air with him. A first date on a sail boat, letting the cool breeze steer. A first kiss that took her breath away. Feeling light as air with the first I love yous. A whispered proposal. Her parents called it a whirlwind romance. Then of course came the heavy breathing and quickening pulse, which led to this hospital visit nine months later.

One last push, and she waits to hear the baby cry. Her child’s first breath. The doctor lays her daughter on her chest. This is the best pain she has ever felt.

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This post is my contribution to the #creativebeing prompt of the week. It is a work of fiction and therefore is not autobiographical. The prompt is as follows:

Continuing with the elements, this week we represent the element of AIR.  Of course, we know now that air is made of up lots of elements, around 12 at least, which all combine to keep life going on earth. The word ‘inspiration’ actually comes from the Latin inspīrāre  – to breathe on or into.  In Yogic teaching the breath carries prāṇa, the life force.

sit down, close your eyes, take a nice deep breath.  Feel the air going into you and think about the traditional element of air, the life giver, the inspirer, bringing in the new and releasing the old.

#creativebeing prompt of the week: Earth

No. It can’t be true. It can’t. In what universe does this make sense? Because it’s not mine.

I stumble down the hall, then one of the proper high heels I’m wearing slides off. I hobble a few steps, then kick off the other shoe. Barefoot now, the cold marble floor hurts with each pound of my running feet, but I need to escape. I fly past room after room and finally reach the elevator. No time to wait for it to climb two floors, I push through the door to the stairway instead and race down.

When I get to the ground floor at last I can almost feel safety. I run into someone as I rush through the lobby. He nearly drops a rust-spattered metal pot, and as I turn to mutter a quick apology I notice there’s a ziplock sandwich bag taped on top. He’s cute in a scruffy sort of way, and his bright red converse stand out against the muted earth tones of the rest of his outfit.

Earth. I’m almost there. I head to the door. There’s a little garden in the middle of the parking lot, which is an odd place for nature, but that’s my destination. My feet barely register the smooth stone sidewalk or the rough asphalt of the parking lot, and through my tears I can’t see if there are cars about to hit me.

At last my feet reach grass. I stop and sigh. It’s wet and I can tell the sprinklers were on recently, but that just makes everything good and soft. I curl my toes and they squish in the damp soil. This is where I belong.

This is where Grams belongs. In the garden with me, where she can tell me all the familiar stories about where she met Gramps and how he wooed her with roses and hyacinths. I squat down and let my fingers touch the earth. It’s not real. This is what is real. Not cancer.

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This post is my contribution to the #creativebeing prompt of the week. It is a work of fiction and therefore is not autobiographical. The prompt is as follows:

Represent the element of EARTH.  Earth is the name of our gorgeous planet, a rocky body orbiting the sun whose name comes from the Old English word, eorthe.  It’s also what we call soil, the stuff all our food comes from – and where we will eventually go for a long sleep.  There’s even a whole film, ‘Dirt‘, all about the soil!

Think about the meanings of the word, the smell of rain on a flowerbed, the feeling of mud squishing beneath your toes…. think about all the things Earth means to you.  Then…..write, photograph, draw, paint, collage whatever takes your fancy.  You could even make something out of earth, I do it all the time.

#creativebeing prompt of the week: Emerging Like a Butterfly

emerging

Butterfly – drawn, written (including with my nondominant hand, AND backwards), and at the bottom left, a caterpillar. 🙂

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This post is my contribution to the #creativebeing prompt of the week. The prompt is as follows:

This week’s prompt is inspired by the start of my brand new eCourse, Follow the Butterflies, which is now underway.  The postings in the private Facebook group are already filling me with inspiration and it’s only Week one!   If you missed the start of this course, do not despair as I will run it again in May. This week’s #creativebeing prompt is:  ‘Emerging like a Butterfly’

#creativebeing prompt of the week: Balance

two clocks
tick tock
in separate but even rhythms

tick (tick) tock (tock)
tick (tick) tock (tock)
near (far) near (far)
almost like a reminder
that I am in a slightly different time zone than my coworker

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This post is my contribution to the #creativebeing prompt of the week. The prompt is as follows:

The prompt is a word: ‘Balance’
Respond by thinking about what keeps you in balance, or off balance.
Draw something balancing on something else.
Try balancing on one leg and make a dance out of it! This week’s prompt is to creative something that expresses your idea of family and how you celebrate it.