Evelyn over at Filling a Hole is once again hosting the Buddha Rocks Project this week. Each day writers use a different photo as inspiration for their posts chosen from the vast library taken by Eric Alder located at Bubba’s Place Deviant Art Gallery – Buddha Rocks.
Mangled Dreams
My father saw me as a Yale man when I was just a boy.
He worked his way from the ground floor up,
and said for me, he just wanted more joy.
So off to Yale I went at the young age of 18.
For the first year I studied hard each and every day.
Until I couldn’t stand it much more and then my real calling came,
I shed my Yale shirt,
I cut my hair,
and off to boot camp I went.
I wrote a note to my dear old dad and this is what it said,
dreams are useless things,
if they are not your own.
He must not have been too pleased because I have not heard from him since.
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I have also been participating in A River of Stones for the month of January. I have not been posting them each day but have been posting them in bursts instead. The next few are below.
A River of Stones January 2012 is where people are encouraged to:
1. Notice something properly every day during January.
2. Write it down.
Day 10 – The blue of the sky was clear and pristine except for the lone tornado shaped cloud.
Day 11 – Shimmering hair, sparkling eyes, perfect skin, and tiny height, looking at my daughter is like gazing into a mirror that shows the past.
Day 12 – The warmth wraps around the body like a skin-tight blanket, the scented oils make up the atmosphere, steamy clouds and candlelight twinkle away the stresses of the day.
Day 13 – Children can teach adults so many things about life such as sometimes the best way to rejuvenate the soul is to spend a day playing like a child.
Day 14 – The line of dulled paint on the way up the stairs marks the many safe journeys of little people up and down them each day.
Day 15 – Morning brings forth much ambition and expectation but night can’t always account for it.
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One final mention today:
If you head on over to Ozlem Yikici’s blog she has featured me today as a guest on her Savvy Sunday Salutations where I wrote a little article about fear and then answered a few interview questions. I feel more than honoured to have been asked and am amazed by how much effort she put into it.
Billie Jo, thank you for such humbling comments; you are always welcome! 🙂
I love what you have come up for the image above; mangled dreams are very appropriate for it -and River of Stones sounds like a lovely way to engage appreciate properly your surroundings -wish I found out sooner, would loved to have participated…
hank you! The River of Stones fit so nicely with one of my goals for this year which was to pay more attention to the world and not be so stuck in my head. I am sure you could jump in any time since it is really writing just for yourself.
wow. sad! I love the way objects can speak to you…
your translation is both suprising and “feels right”…
if that makes sense…
Thanks again for playing.
I LOVE IT!!!
It makes perfect sense. Most of the time I do not know where the stories come from I just know that they come. This is especially true when I have a visual prompt to work with. Thanks for hosting, the project is fun and enlightening all at once.
Thoughtful poem, enjoyed reading your small stones, too. Jan. 12 sparked an idea, thanks! And Jan.14 made me smile. The 15th is the story of my life. LOL
Thank you. The stones are helping me to look. Thank you again for bringing them to my attention.
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“…dreams are useless things, if they are not your own.” Brilliant. Such a gentle way to put an important life lesson that too many never learn.
I have seen far too many people live a life of misery because they were living for others and not for themselves. It is really sad.
your work this time round is much stronger and fiercer than last round.
Way to go. 🙂
Love the taking ownership of the dreams here. Wise words indeed!