It take one to know one!

A dear friend came over a couple of weeks ago and we chatted for a long time. We have been friends for around 44-45 years. We went to med school together and were in high school before that.

Friends are the family we choose for ourselves and the basic reason for that is that we recognize certain traits in them which match our own. It takes a kindred soul to recognize another. In other words, it takes one to know one!

This saying could be applied to other situations too, like when a crook/con-man recognizes another without evidence because there is something that hints at their inner truth. Similarly, a person can connect to another with having similar interests or convictions.

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Written for; The Wednesday Thoughts challenge, hosted by Jim

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Summer colors

Marsha’s patio sign with all the summer colors on my patio this year -part of my tiny landscaping efforts

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Azure blue hue
Summer intensifies
Clouds like poems floating high

Obviously L.M. Montgomery wasn’t talking about the month of June in a hot, tropical country. In colder western climates, summer is a welcomed, sought after season. For us, in hotter climes, this would equate to spring season where everything is just perfect. The weather, the duration of the day and the beautiful flowers all around us.

The seasons do not matter 
As long as you are by my side
The sun need not shine
As long as your glowing self is next to me

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Written for; WQW #23: Summer Colors/Summer Solstice hosted by Marsha

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Oh deer one

Kids were super excited to visit the deer park. And when they saw a fawn they were beyond the moon. Mom asked them to be very quiet as not to scare the deer away.

The fawn was alerted by the voices of the children but it was used to humans and didn’t just bolt away. Mom took many photos but in her excitement, she forgot to focus on the deer so most of them were blurry.

This was the best one of the lot.

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Written for CCC # 189, hosted by Crispina Kemp

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My cart

This week’s Wednesday challenge on Susan and GC is the word CARTS.

Today I went grocery shopping. I loaded my cart with enough stuff to last the coming month of July. I was leaning more on my cart because walking has become painful for me now. And I am going to get it fixed.

This Saturday, I’m going for surgery on my left foot to fix the fallen arch and arthritis in my ankle. It’s not a particularly long or painful operation ( that’s what I’ve been told) but it comes with a tough proviso! I am not supposed to put any weight on it for at least 6 weeks.

This has put me in a state of worry because how will I go about my daily chores on just one leg. I feel hopping isn’t a good idea because I am overweight and already have an artificial knee.

I’ve decided to let things be and hopefully, this issue will be sorted out when the time comes. I am ever the optimist.

If anyone has had any experience in this regard, please do share it with me. Also need your prayers and best wishes.

Thanks

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Written for;Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Carts, hosted by Sue W and GC

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Baby one more time

A very old favorite of mine!

Baby one more time; Britney Spears

Lyrics;

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know
That something wasn’t right here
Oh baby, baby, I shouldn’t have let you go
And now you’re out of sight, yeah
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby ’cause I need to know now, oh because

My loneliness is killing me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I’m not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know
That something wasn’t right here
Oh baby, baby, I shouldn’t have let you go
And now you’re out of sight, yeah
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby ’cause I need to know now, oh because

My loneliness is killing me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I’m not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
Hit me baby one more time

I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now
Don’t you know I still believe
That you will be here
Just give me a sign
I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now
Don’t you know I still believe
That you will be here
Just give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time

Source: Musixmatch

In response to Thursday Inspiration- Baby hosted by Jim

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Second chance or rebirth

The prompt is a theme again…

Rebirth

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What is rebirth?

A second chance at life?

A chance to do better than before

Or to be born in a form totally different from the first one?

Intriguing questions that perhaps no one can answer with any certainty. For even if people are reborn, they don’t come back with memories of a previous life lived on this earth.

Though I don’t believe that we are given different forms on rebirth on this earth, I do believe that in one lifetime, we are sometimes given a chance to become a better person. A person who has decided to take a new form, abandoning their old traits.

That’s why this phenomenon is often referred to as turning a new page or reinventing oneself. In fact, it is for many, a part of growing. To learn from past mistakes and experiences and do better. It would not be an apparent revolutionary change in the person’s appearance, but rather insidious. They will perhaps look the same but act and behave differently.

To my way of thinking, it would denote a newer and improved version of the old self, or to use modern lingo, version 2.0!

Do you believe in reincarnation or rebirth in the traditional sense?

Written for RXC # 236- Rebirth, hosted by Reena

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On fire

Endless days of summer

Blazing sun heating up the earth

Little birds thirsting for drops of water

Green leaves and colorful flowers wilting

The summer in tropical regions is a tough trial

Man and beast praying for some relief

From the scorching sun, ablaze and burning

We wait for the monsoon rain to bring some relief

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Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt –Ablaze – June 21, 2022

Tuesday writing prompt: Begin a poem with endless

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Right on the nose

Tomorrow was a big day for Salma but she was so stressed out that she couldn’t stop eating sweets, especially chocolates.

Her mom told her again and again that she better stop or on her wedding day, she will have an acne eruption all over her face, but as we all know, when a person is under stress, chocolates help us to relax so the chocolate binging went on.

On the day of the wedding, when Salma got up there it was, right on the tip of her nose a red pimple had appeared.

Mom….. she yelled loudly as soon as she saw her face in the mirror causing her mother to rush to her bedroom but there was little that could be done to the offending zit, except asking the makeup lady to disguise it the best she could.

When the groom made his appearance, he was holding a hanky to his nose, and when he lowered the hanky, a pimple could be seen on his nose too which he couldn’t cover with foundation.

The guest all enjoyed this sight and exclaimed that the bride and the groom are very well matched!

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Written for Six Sentences Story- Eruption, hosted by Denise of the Girlie on the edge’s blog

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A taste of freedom

June 20, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about what freedom feels like. Whose point of view do you use? Does the idea of freedom cause tension or bring hope? Let the reader feel the freedom. Go where the prompt leads!

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Freedom is a gift that only the people who don’t have it, value. Those who have experienced the usurping of their rights appreciate freedom fully.

If you ask a woman how free she is?

She’ll tell you that her choices are limited by the men of the society.

Ask a person of color about freedom and they’ll tell you their limitations.

For the poor people, the concept of freedom is totally wrapped.

Some people are born free with the freedom to choose what and who they want to be in life. They don’t realize how precious this gift is.

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Word count: 99

Written for 99 Words Story- Freedom, hosted by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch

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