This post was written as part of the Word of the day Challenge. The word for today is Fog. My entry is almost, but not quite, a Tanka, poetic licence…

She became a tree,

Because she preferred the woods

To concrete and glass.

Her feet were her roots, her hair

A tangled mesh of branches,

Dancing in the fog.

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The Wishing Well

What do you wish for?

Whisper your deepest secret,

Now go and find it!

Grasp it firmly with both hands,

Be thankful and hold on tight!

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Today I was thinking about how sometimes we wish things would happen and we think it’s enough just to wish for it, but we do nothing specific to find it or make it happen.

Perhaps taking action after making a wish will help it along!

And be careful what you wish for, be precise in your formulation and make sure it’s ‘exactly’ what you really want, because it may well happen in your very own words…

I was thinking about how easy it is to lose my temper, get angry, or feel upset and vulnerable. So, I was tempted to build a safety wall to protect my fragile emotional response and keep my feelings safe, but I realised I run the risk of becoming as hard as the wall I wanted to build.

I can be hard, like a wall, or soft like a tiny flower.

I can refuse to let feelings in, or perhaps a better strategy is to embrace these feelings, accept them and move on to the next, after all, they won’t last forever.

Be soft, let the feelings flow in and out. Don’t keep them in or lock them out.

Happy Sunday!