This rotating celebration of words and the magic they make was begun to encourage creative writing. Each week a selection of prompts are posted, which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What is created with those prompts is up to the writer and imagination: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or whatever they make the writer think of. Some creative minds put their creations in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. If you enjoy reading their words, please comment to encourage. This month Lee will be providing the prompts. [I missed the memo at the end of May, and so am playing catch up with the words for the 6th and 13th. All of the prompt words are in bold italics.] Comedy, Shadows, Loss, Rainbow, Emotional, Heart, Contradictions, Sensitive, Legendary, Engage, Forever, Never-endingAttitude, Uphill, Insight, Lessons, Upheaval, Canopy, Patience, Engage, Humility, Strategy, Fortitude, Forbearance"If it seems at times as if I respond to events in my life as I would a comedy movie, the truth is that there were far too many days spent in the shadows of loss and regret."
There was no one else on the train as far as she could see, yet talking out loud to herself still made her feel a bit self-conscious. But there were things she needed to get out of her head, and sometimes the only way to get her thoughts organized was to speak them out loud.
"Having the hope of someday seeing my precious pets again at the other end of the rainbow just seems to keep me as an emotional hostage, continually ripping my heart out with longing and grief. I feel like a walking contradiction of faith. Sometimes there is joy in the hope and faith that it will happen, yet other days there is so much doubt and unbelief because of the cruel realities of this cold world. I wish I wasn't so sensitive to what other people, and pets, are feeling. That is what makes this legendary gift from the ancestors more of a burden than a blessing. I wish I could just engage in a conversation, or have friendships, that weren't forever exhausting me with the struggle to keep all of the never-ending emotions in check."
She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the door between the cars opening and watched as a tall man in a suit took a seat on the opposite side of the train. He looked at her briefly and nodded before turning his attention to the scenery passing outside the window. Whispering now, she continued the conversation with herself.
"Great. Someone who will probably have an attitude and I'll be in a foul mood for the rest of the trip."
The train began an uphill climb and she felt herself being pushed back into her seat slightly.
"If I may provide some insight..."
The man's voice was in her ear so unexpectedly that she let out a short scream and jumped out of her seat to glare at him. Except that he was still sitting several rows behind her on the opposite side of the train. Embarrassed now, she quickly sat down again with her back to the man.
"Perhaps some lessons in how to control someone's emotional upheaval?"
This time she didn't scream or jump but instead closed her eyes and listened.
"It is a simple method of providing a canopy of protection around yourself. Imagine it as a bubble, if you will. It may take a little patience in getting it just right because every entity is different. But it will allow you to engage in society again and not feel forced to exclude yourself from the world."
She sighed deeply. He knew. He knew what it was like. He understood.
"This gift you have requires the humility to understand that everyone is struggling in their own way. Everyone is broken somehow, even if it just cracks under the surface. What I can teach you is a strategy for your own protection. It takes fortitude to face the world even for those who aren't gifted. The forbearance to keep from running and jumping off the edge at times."
"You can teach all this to me?" she whispered.
"Yes, in fact, you've just passed your first lesson."
"Yes. The willingness to ask for help."