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Day 150: At the Beach

It is day 150 of my new normal. That is, it’s been 150 days since I was sent home to work. And I just found out that we will need to work from home for the rest of the year. It is all good: it’s designed to keep me safe and well. But I freaking need to get out of the house! So yesterday I went to the beach. I went just to walk the Strand because I need the exercise, not to splash around in the waves. It seems like everybody else had the same idea. A lot of people did have their masks on, as did I, but obviously there’s only so much mask wearing you can do when you’re trying to catch a wave.


ljgloyd 2020

 

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Day 127: Blueberry Galette

I made a galette this afternoon, which is just a fancy name for a rustic fruit tart—and “rustic” is just a fancy way of saying “let’s not worry about how it looks – just how good it tastes.”    😀

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Day 76: No More Roses Bloom

During my childhood, my mom grew roses.  They were everywhere.  She was particularly proud of her Silver Jubilee lavender-colored roses.

Fast-forward to adulthood:  When I moved into my home, there was one sickly rose bush in the yard next to the garage door.  It was covered in white paint from when careless painters sprayed they garage.   I’ve tried to nurse it back to health, but I don’t think I will be successful.

In the meantime, I planted poppies, nasturtiums, lavender and rosemary in early spring.   They all took hold, but the poppies have a short life span and have played out.   I replaced them with sunflowers — both mammoth and miniature– as well as more lavender, borage, lantana, yarrow, delphinia, lots and lots of sweet allysum and more nasturtiums in different colors.   My yard is an experiment this year to see what will thrive and what won’t.

Maybe someday I will plant roses again.

ljgloyd 2020

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Day 71, I think: Singing the Blues in a Short Short Ghost Story

I actually wrote this bit of flash fiction last week, but it seems to fit today’s RagTag prompt.  Here is a short-short story (544 words) about a sad little girl ghost.   Also, I did want to show that I actually do write fiction from time-to-time.  🙂


The Girl with the Light Brown Hair

I shoved the front door shut with my foot and lugged my shopping bags into the kitchen.  Another day in lock down.  Is it day 62 or 63?  They are all starting to blur together.   As I started to unload my bags, I heard the sound of my television in the bedroom.  I knew I had turned it off before I left for the store, so this could only mean one thing.   I sighed, finished putting a quart of milk in the refrigerator and headed towards my bedroom. 

As I approached the door, I slowed and carefully peeked in.   She was there. 

A little girl, about five or six, I reckoned, sat on the edge of my bed.  She had light brown hair and was dressed in a summery blue tee-shirt and flower print shorts. Her pale legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and she was engaged with rapt attention to Dora and her friends on the screen.  

Not everyone has ghosts, but this house does, so I was not surprised at all.  

Not wanting to scare her, I softly said.  “Well hey there.”

She jumped nevertheless and started to slide off the bed. 

“No, no.  You can stay. It’s okay.”  I stepped into the room.

She relaxed and settled back down.  Her large, doleful brown eyes looked up at me.  I felt something crack in my chest. 

“I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you?”

She did not reply.  She rarely spoke and has never told me her name.   I glanced at the tv.   “Do you like that show?”

“Yeah. It’s funny.”  

“Can I sit and watch with you?”

She did not reply but moved over to make room for me.   

“I’ve missed you,” I said as I sat down.  She continued to watch the screen.

“Where have you been for so long?” I asked. 

“I’ve been here. You just don’t notice me.”

“Well, yeah, about that… I’m sorry.  I just got really busy… That was wrong of me.”

That television snapped off on its own

“What’s wrong?”

“I miss you too. It’s scary being here all by myself.”

“I should be here for you.  I’m so sorry.   I know it’s really scary. And I know that you are really lonely.”

“They go away and leave me alone too.  And when they come back they yell at me.   I’m sorry– I don’t mean to make them mad.”

I was stunned.  She had never spoken this much before. 

“I don’t think they love me.”  She sniffed.

“Of course they do.”  

I did not know who “they” were but I could guess.  “They just didn’t know how to talk to you right.”

She lowered her head.    

“They should not have yelled at you.  And I should be here to tell them to stop.  In fact, I’m gonna tell you this:  They don’t get to yell at you anymore.  If you see them coming, you come and get me.”  

“And you’ll come?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Her little ghostly body leaned in to mine and I could see a faint smile on her face. 

I wrapped my arm around her.  I guess I’m a parent now, I thought, and my own eyes filled with tears.

LJGloyd (c) 2020

 

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Day 65: Empathy with Wild Geese

Another daily practice I have commenced during this time to keep me grounded is to, among other things, read a poem a day. This morning I randomly selected Mary Oliver reading her well-known poem Wild Geese.  It made me tear up. I empathized with everyone in this world to whom this poem resonates.

 

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Day 62: Teasing Out the Truth

A couple of years ago, I took a photograph of a beach sunset. The photo was lovely but it did not catch the luminosity and vibrancy that I witnessed that evening. I finished this painting last night– actually a triptych of panels since I did not have an appropriate sized canvas– that teased out the truth of my experience of that evening.

Painting by LJGloyd

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Day 59: The Yellow Chicken Car

Since I am locked up at home most days with nowhere to really go, I break up the monotony by walking around my neighborhood. Recently I came across a newcomer: the yellow chicken car. I don’t know who it belongs to, and I don’t know how long it will be here, and I am utterly intrigued by the mind that would take an Oldsmobile from the 1960s, paint it brilliant yellow, and put a giant fiberglass chicken head on the top and tail feathers on the back. That is a genius I would like to know. My guess is that the driver is a nomad and will vanish with this creation as mysteriously as he or she arrived.

Ljgloyd 2020

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Day 54: Waking Up

sleepingIt is Day 54 of the quarantine and you would think that with all this time on my hands that I would be a little more productive in my creative output. That has not been the case. I was discussing this creative block with someone yesterday who challenged me to do just one tiny little creative thing each day and see where that leads.  So I decided to get back into doing morning pages in order to wake up, regain my composure as a Creative and to take advantage of the opportunity this quarantine offers.  I certainly don’t plan to post my pages here every day— just this first one to kickstart my process and maybe yours too.

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So, it is May 6, 2020, Day 54 of the Quarantine, about 4:45 in the morning. This is my attempt to get back into doing “morning pages,” three pages of journaling done immediately upon waking. 

The traditional way of doing morning pages is to handwrite them. I’m dictating this into my cell phone because It is too much effort to find a pen and paper and to sit up to write. I want to tell myself that THAT is the reason I am not writing or doing any sort of creating— that i am just too lazy.  But that’s not it.  That’s too easy.   

Last night I was going over some resources I have about journaling and I came across this passage in Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down Them Bones:  “You must be a great warrior when you contact first thoughts and write from them.”   That is, there is a certain amount of bravery necessary to journal, and I suppose by extension to do anything creative, because you must reach deep down inside yourself and pull things up that haven’t seen the light of day.  Those things are unpleasant and they fight and scratch and kick and do everything possible not to be drug out of their dark holes.  This is scary.  

I can’t think of anything more to say right now except that I notice I’m pretty judgemental. My first thought is that I’m lazy, NowI think it’s because I’m a coward.

This is too much to deal with so early in the morning without coffee, so I think I’ll just get up and go pee now. 

Ljg 2020

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/06/opportunity/

 

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