Three survival tools will help you in your battle against agoraphobia. The first is taking that first step. The second is taking that first step. And the third… is taking that first step.
I wrote this in response to this weeks Trifecta challenge. We were supposed to use this quote by Henry James as a guide.
Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind. –Henry James
There were a few things that I wanted to write about, but this one seemed the most important. Agoraphobia is a lonely existence. Being the caretaker of an agoraphobic is hard, not because of the work of having to do everything outside the home, but because you watch your loved one suffer in the prison of their mind. You think an agoraphobic doesn’t want to go outside? Doesn’t want to go to a doctor for help? Doesn’t want to open the blinds? Doesn’t want to go back to their job? Doesn’t want to share a trip downtown with their family to run some mindless errand?
It’s all they think about, when they watch you go out the door….
In my childhood memories, he was always there in the corner of my eye. He would appear calm in the face of adversity or chaos, bringing sunlight to a soul walking alone, while we both waited for the moment when we would finally meet. Did he know then, that my heartbeat followed his? My imaginary friend, my angel… the voice that kept me safe in the dark.
I wrote this for the 79th Trifecta writing challenge. Adam and me first met in 1986, when we were teenagers. Since then, we’ve felt each others presence no matter where life has taken us, even during a 19 year stretch of time when we were out of contact, due to circumstances beyond our control. Since then my heart beat strong when he was close by, and it has ached in a physically measurable way when we were apart. Recently his mother gave him a photo album made of his baby photos, childhood photos, every photo she had of him dating up to the present. It was a beautiful piece of artwork in itself. Looking at his baby and childhood pictures made me realize that….I had known him all along. I knew him for years before we met. I recognized his spirit in his childhood pictures, as the imaginary friend I had, who would sometimes visit me in my childhood, especially (that I recall) between the ages of 4 and 7. That explains why when we met that first day in 1986, both of us were overcome not with the newness of being introduced to a stranger, but with something that felt more akin to “It’s so good to finally find you. Thank God you’re really real!”
This Trifecta challenge was a tribute to a hero in 33 words. Well, hello. I’m a barista! My hero is made of roasted beans, and its harvested by a family that makes a life out of growing coffee, and has probably done so for generations. God bless them all.
Aroma of Irish creme, cold shot of breve, splashed by the heavenly double shot of espresso that rains down from around the spoon. You devilishly, caffeinated angel! Awaken these senses and comprehensive thoughts!
This weeks Trifecta challenge is to use an idiom and 33 little words to capture and dazzle the mind. I find these much more tantalizing than 333 word stories because you, the writer, are forced to create a passionate desire from the inside and snag the reader, with very little space. You’ve only got one shot at it, and realizing the limitations, you respond one of two ways – you either open your mind, and see the boundless entity within the small form, or you feel cornered. When you are cornered in any situation in life, it’s very easy for some of us to manifest a lie – a false reality – in order to breathe, or escape the crisis – to be able to momentarily live with yourself; as if doing so was a right of passage in our personal growth. But the power trip that you get from doing so is fleeting…and with that being said:
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It’s much wiser to lay out the ugly truth than it is to spin a yarn. Spinning yarn forges fashionable tangles, but getting the tangles out will rip out indisputable threads of trust.
When the rebellion attacked our battalion, the issue wasn’t communism. They were simply people, who wanted to be left alone. Blood oozed from my friend, and he died as the rain fell. That’s what I remember.
That’s in response to this weekend ‘s 36 word Trifecta challenge. When I was 21 years old, I was able to visit the wall. It had been a lifelong need, to go see it. I don’t know why. I was born in 1970, and my father never fought in that war, so why would it affect me so deeply? But it has. The day I went to the wall, and I touched it, I felt such loss. There were voices crying out “wronged” and souls searching for peace. When I gathered my self and was able to walk away, which took a while… I saw a vendor selling T-shirts, and the painting on it depicted exactly how I felt, so I got one. It was a copy of this same painting shown above. That was in 1991, and I still have it.
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“..thirty-three word response using the word stone as one of your
thirty-three words. You can use any
definition of the word that you’d like, but we are specifically looking for
serious, well-conceived entries.”
Describe your writing style in three words. classy, eclectic, soulful
How long have you been writing online? Since 1999, when I first “became” online
Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in? The WordPress Writing Prompt and any that I create on my own for people to enjoy.
Describe one way in which you could improve your writing. Care less about what people want to read.
What is the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? Don’t hold back.
Who is your favorite author? Christopher Paolini, smart kid.
How do you make time to write? For me it was a habit formed in my teens….wake up from a dream, grab the notebook and pen by my bedside and start scribbling dream notes. This turned into my “time to write” being as soon as I wake up, pre and post coffee until about an hour after sunrise.
Give us one word we should consider using as a prompt. Remember–it must have a third definition. sequence