Today, “If only we could”.
“If only we could.” If only we could not feel the need to utter this phrase as often as we do. If only a cheeto weren’t president of the US. If only there wasn’t a pandemic rolling around the world like a giant tidal wave. If only I didn’t have to go back to work in 5 weeks. If only it would rain this week. If only there were bacon in the house. Oh, wait, what was that? There is bacon in the house? Gotta run…
Today, “The page where the heart speaks words”.
Sure, make the first prompt the hardest. Although, is this really a “page”? I mean, it does represent a page, but is called a “post”. And do I really want my heart speaking the words onto the page (post)? I have heard that hearts spill words rather than speak them, but I confess that I don’t remember where I heard it. Seems to me a better metaphor as hearts may not be the most reliable fountain of knowledge (given that you sometimes wear them on your sleeve like some kind of bizarre tattoo). But ok, then. I can see this blog representing this elusive “page”, and my fingers rushing over the keyboard as the conduit to that loquacious heart speaking the words I need to get off my chest. Hey! Off my chest. The heart is in the chest. Well what do you know?
Today, “Nothing makes sense”.
I hear people saying things like this all the time these days. But really, has there ever really been a time when things did make sense? And as someone who tried to meditate every morning, I can tell you that nothing can make sense if you let it…
Today, “Poisoning the brickwork”.
I will never understand why people paint brick. If you ask me, it’s just poisoning the brickwork. Myself, I prefer it natural with or without moss and other amazing things that seem to be able to grow wherever they want creeping from between the cracks.
Today, “Fictional failures”.
Do you mean failures of fictional characters? Failures of fiction to tell a good story? Tales of failure that are actually not true? I am too confused by this prompt, leading me once more to the conclusion that English is way too complicated without context.
Today, “A torrential time”.
Ah, June 2020. A torrential time in our history in oh, so many ways. Covid-19 continues to wreak havoc, especially south of us (no offense, Americans, but you will need to stay away for a bit longer…get your act together, so to speak). Protests world-wide rightfully asking our people and leaders to stop hurting people for no reason other than the colour of their skin. And more locally, and obviously not nearly as dire as the aforementioned issues, Junuary in Victoria.
Today, “Lost among the lilacs”.
I would be lost among the lilacs, since our lilac bush is completely out of control, were it not for the fact that we live in Victoria, B.C. and those lilacs are long gone. Which is good, because quite frankly, I don’t like lilacs. They make me sneeze.
Today, “Sprouts and sprites”.
We are a long way from the time of sprouts, and probably of sprites too. Spring seems so far away now, after weeks of lockdown, and now with restrictions being raised, still working at home. I feel like I hardly know what time of year it is. Even going to the garden centre to buy flowers for pots and vegetables for raised beds didn’t happen until last weekend. June. It didn’t happen until June! Oh, how I wish I could go back to the time of sprout and sprites, before 2020 truly began.
Today, “A hint of rain”.
A hint of rain, or teasing us mercilessly with the hope of rain? That’s what weather is link here in Victoria in the summer. We remember the endless downpours from October through March, forgetting the misery that comes with such dreariness, but we long for the return of the rains as grass dies, and flowers wilt. Waiting for that hint of rain that never quite comes.