Category: Daily Post Prompts


Early to Rise, Views Early Day’s Sunrise!.

image

image

“I already know what you’re thinking. Who would want a used up, scratched compact with a miniature powdering puff so small. It would take days to apply my cover up! And what do the letters VF on the cover even mean?”

“Well my friends let me recount a little of my history to you and the secrets lying within me, then maybe you’ll come to see that I am in no way ordinary, but in fact extraordinary! That my scratches   are part of my charm, and why my cover bears the letters VF upon it.”

“I belonged to a woman named Vera Falvo, those are her initials engraved on my cover.  She wasn’t one for fancy, frivolous items which wasted money.  For some reason, she was drawn to me upon seeing me in the shop.  Back then, my paint was lustrous and the sunlight bounced off my gleaming mirror sending rainbows of color cascading off the surrounding walls.  I was quite a stunning sight to behold.  The intricate design created on my cover, coupled with the fresh miniature powder puff to apply the powder once contained within were an immediate draw.  The additional pocket found on my powder puff was designed for a finger to be slipped inside to apply powder effortlessly! I was quite revolutionary in design for that pre-Depression era.”

“Vera fell in love with me instantly, but being the type of woman who didn’t approve of spending money on herself, she left me at the store, heading home to care for her young children and husband.  Money was tight, I was a luxury she could certainly get by without.  That night as her family sat around the dinner table, she must have mentioned seeing me in the shop, and her husband must have picked up on the longing in her voice, because the next day I found myself lifted from the display case, carried to the counter by the shop owner, to be shown to a gruff sounding male with blue eyes as bright as the sky.  (I knew they matched the sky because I’d seen hints of it from my perch in the shop through the glass storefront window).  Then I heard the shopkeeper say,

“Sir if you’d like I could engrave your wife’s initials on the compact’s cover.”

“Why not, she deserves to have something pretty” the blue eyed man responded.

“The next thing I felt was something sharp tearing into my lovely painted cover, but when it stopped I caught a glimpse of myself in the store’s mirror on the countertop and saw I now had the letters VF inscribed on me in beautiful cursive script.  Then everything went dark as I was carefully wrapped and packaged.”

“Suddenly my darkness was brightened by the packaging being excitedly torn away and I was staring at the face of the woman who had lovingly held me in her hands, admiring me only a day prior.  She gasped with delight at the sight of me, running her fingertips over the newly engraved VF, her initials.  Then flung her arms happily around the blue eyed man sitting next to her, watching with pleasure as she unwrapped me.”

“Every day Vera took me out of the box I came in and after inspecting my intricacies, slowly, methodically applied her powder using the specially designed puff.  She even put her favorite pink hued lipstick in the lipstick holder that was attached to me and had also been engraved with her initials. Unfortunately, one day all my powder was used up as well as the lipstick.  Did Vera discard me like some useless object?  No, she kept me out to decorate the surface of her vanity.  One day I felt myself lifted up, and carried off to another part of the house. I thought this was it for me, she was going to shove me in a drawer somewhere since I had outlived my purpose.  Suddenly, I felt my little powder puff removed as I was laid on a table.  Then Vera placed something in the finger pocket of the powder puff, replaced the puff, closed me up, and returned me to my original place on the vanity.  What she placed in the pocket of my powder puff let me know she would always treasure me as special to her.  I breathed a sigh of relief, and set about watching the decades pass from my perch on the vanity. What was it she placed in my pocket you want to know? Look below in the final picture to see.”

image

A photo of herself was in the pocket!

image

A smile is the one universal understood all throughout the world.  It symbolizes the same meaning in any language, breaking down barriers and thawing out the chilliest personalities.  Smiles are meant to be shared and can be quite infectious.  They spread like wildfire throughout a roomful of people!

However every one of us has days when we are down in the dumps and just can’t fathom the ability to muster up even the faintest of grins.  This is when we need something or someone to rely on to help us find our spectacular smiles! This object or individual should be your go to source to bring your spirit out of the slump you may have hit and help return world to happiness once more.

image

My source of happiness that helps to uncover my hidden smile is my cat Kasey.  He is twelve years old and I rescued him from the ASPCA at two months old.  He is definitely a unique personality! At twelve, he is still as lively as ever! He tears through the house  chasing balls, twirling in circles attempting to capture his own tail, and head butts me in the morning insistent about getting treats.  He always seems to sense when I am upset, refusing to leave my side, and instead flops down next to me or on me twisting himself upside down and gazing up at me eyes filled with unconditional love.  It’s hard to stay sad or not smile at his cute face.  He provides the extra dose of attention my soul needs at times to make me forget my worries and bring a mile wide grin to my face.  One can’t help but smile as they listen to the contented rhythmic purring emitted from a cat.  So when life seems to get me down I always snap my fingers, and Kasey appears within seconds to curl up next to me, a warm fluffy ball of pure heaven!  Kasey helps me see that life really isn’t so bad and reminds me not to take myself too seriously! Life is short so enjoy it while you can is the message cats send.  Smile, be happy!
🙂

image

Daily Post Make Me Smile

Posted from WordPress for Android

The ability to allow ourselves to express feelings through creative means is what helps us to grow as individuals.  Having a creative outlet is not only fun, but healthy! Through creative activities we are able to release pent up emotions that threaten to upset the balance of our universe.  Whether your creative outlet is writing out your thoughts, painting an amazing piece of art to release the emotions inside through each stroke of the brush, putting on music you love and just letting your body get lost in the rhythm through dance, or going for a run to let the fresh air clear your mind rejuvenating you to once again tackle life’s tasks, we all need a release of some sort.

image

I personally have several ways to release stress through creativity.  My number one creative outlet would be my writing.  Since fourth grade I have kept a journal of my thoughts.  It helps me to transfer those emotions that threaten to fester inside onto paper.  Over the years this technique passed from writing in journals to writing poetry and stories.  As I write I can physically feel the stress caused by these various emotions literally leave my body and be transferred to the page, leaving me in a state of bliss.  The best part of writing put your feelings is that what you put down on paper doesn’t have to be a masterpiece, its just thoughts that have to be extricated from inside to allow one to feel human again! But writing your feelings doesn’t have to be due to negative feelings.  Sometimes you feel so happy about something that you want to tell the world, but no one is around at the time. Share these musings of merriment with your journal or in a poem of thanksgiving.  Writing has always been my go to creative device, to be able to feel human again!! Writing doesn’t judge you for your thoughts and emotions you are experiencing.  Writing simply soaks them up like a sponge depositing them upon the page through your pencil which acts as the device to ciphen out excessive thoughts residing in your mind. Writing is my go to outlet at all times allowing me to make it through another day.

My other form of creative release is through dancing.  Something about music containing a great beat just makes me feel free, forgetting all my worries.  I started dance lessons in fourth grade, actually I really went for the first time when I was two years old but didn’t enjoy being separated from my mom! I returned to dancing when I was ten and haven’t stopped dancing since! Music just releases euphoric endorphins making me feel good.  The blood pumping through your body and the workout one gets through really dancing hard, gives you a great workout and makes you feel positive about life again.  I recently was entered in a dance competition while on a cruise thia past Dec and placed second.  Having to create on the spot routines with a partner who you’ve never danced with was tricky but the experience made me feel so alive!  Music has the magical ability to transport us back to certain moments in our lives.  Dancing will always be a big part of my life, and provides yet another means for me to creatively release pent up feelings!

Daily Post Prompt

Posted from WordPress for Android

image

image

image

image

Ever have one of those days when you are so sad, it seems to make your whole body droop?  Even doing the simplest routine things seem like a challenge.  You just feel down in the dumps and can’t seem to shake them.  Is there a way to find reprieve from your gloomy countenance? Most definitely!  The first thing you need to do is think of something you enjoy doing, it could be a  hobby such as singing, dancing, painting, drawing, or baking.  Sometimes even going for a short walk to clear your mind and get fresh air can be enough to chase those blues away!  Whatever you choose to do to escape the blues, make sure it is something that brings you great joy.  That’s the only way to successfully rid yourself of sadness propelling you back to a life of enjoyment, a life of happiness.

What do I do to chase away the blues you might wonder? I take photographs in nature.  Something about being outside,  standing under an immense sapphire sky, surrounded by nature’s beauty, just makes my problems see insignificant in the great scheme of things.  The fresh air fills my lungs rejuvenating my body and mind.  I walk through the wooded path behind my house which opens up into a vast field.  As I walk I photograph the brilliant sun poking its way through densely populated trees. I observe and capture through my camera lens birds flying in a V-formation high overhead, see a hawk soaring majestically against the blue sky, appreciate the unique way trees grow in every direction, majestically reaching so high they appear to touch the sky!  I notice reflections in the pools of water created from all the melted snow, photograph random groupings of leaves, which are remnants from fall which survived the winter, and most of all I am constantly amazed by the different cloud formations which become drenched with color due to the brilliant sun streaming through them.  If lucky I may even see a lightly hued rainbow or a rainbow shimmer which encompasses those seven magnificent colors in a compact mini form within the clouds. 

Yes, photography is my way of chasing the blues away.  How can one possibly be sad when they are surrounded by so much natural beauty?  Seeing the world through my photography lens gives me a “natural high”, allowing me to move forward with my life, and face whatever comes my way with a strong, positive outlook!

image

image

image

image

image

*Photos in this posting are a combination from walks this past week.  They display some of the interesting photos in nature I uncovered! Enjoy! Also please do not copy, reproduce, distribute, or alter these photos in any manner as they are the sole property of the original photographer

Daily Post Prompt Beating the Blues

Posted from WordPress for Android

image

I truly can say with no hesitation that I love my job! I have wanted to be a writer since I was a child, when I would write my own stories, draw the illustrations, and staple the pages together to make my own books.  It has taken me awhile to get to the point of owning my own writing company where I am my own boss, but it has been worth it.  I love having the opportunity to write about things I’m passionate about whenever I want. My writing will eventually become my legacy for generations to enjoy long after my time here is through.  Writing helps release pent up feelings both good and bad allowing me to freely express myself through words that resonate with the reader.  

Another unexpected element that has surfaced through owning my writing company is I have been able to explore various creative avenues through photography, drawing, and even creating book covers.  Some days I awake brimming with creativity that I want to share with the world! Thanks to the many social media outlets I am a member of, I can do just that!  The ability to reach a large audience with one post in amazing!  

Through my job of writing the world, I am able to observe all the beauty around us that would normally go unnoticed in the rush of a 9-5 type of job.  I truly appreciate every moment spent working on my writing and promoting it.  It is my life’s passion so everyday I look forward to the new experiences that I will encounter in my career.  I love my job and the people it allows me to meet who are traveling the same path.  These experiences are immeasurable and ones that I know I will look back with fondness on in my later years.  I followed my dream and have no regrets in my choice!
Daily Post Prompt

Posted from WordPress for Android

image

You know you’ve all done it! You see a fountain resplendent with light illuminated by the sun and it lures you over.  Glancing along the bottom of this fabulous source of water, you see glinting pennies lining the bottom, representing wishes of those that had lingered beside this same fountain.  Here they stood eyes squeezed shut, heart filled with hope, and tossed their penny or two gleefully into the fountain hoping that their wish would be heard, causing their secret desires to become reality. 

As a smile plays across my lips I reach into my pocket, producing two shiny pennies. Much like those before me I squeeze my eyes shut, pause, taking a moment to languish in the hope of  wishes coming true, then open my eyes and send my two pennies sailing through the air.  They land in the fountain with a satisfying plunk, immersing themselves in the watery depths, co-mingling with all the other hopes and wishes.  I turn, walking away with a light heart.  What was it that I wished for you may be wondering?  That wish is between me and those two pennies! 🙂

Daily Post Daily Prompt

Posted from WordPress for Android

image

          Jaime and I in kindergarten!

I met my best friend Jaime over thirty years ago on the first day of kindergarten!  I had been worried about making new friends on my first day of school so I had asked my mother how I should make friends.  She told me to simply be a friendly person and go up to other children saying, “Hi my name is Jennifer, do you want to be friends?”

Being five, I took her words very literally, and when I entered school on that first day of kindergarten, I approached a tiny fellow classmate with the longest hair I had ever seen and said those exact words my mother had instructed me to say in hopes she would be my new friend.  It worked! My mom was right! Alli had to do to make friends was to be friendly and smile! Little did I know that introducing myself to this long haired little girl was the best thing I could have done! We became best friends immediately and still are to this very day!

I believe the reason Jaime and I are still best friends today despite living in separate states, is because we have always been there for one another.  As children our relationship stayed strong because we always got along, liked similar things, yet we didn’t have the exact same personality.  We were different just enough, that it allowed us to revel in each other’s uniqueness, bringing out the best in one another.  Jaime is a talented artist, I can’t draw to save my life! I loved reading constantly, which has helped me to become a detailed writer.  We both love animals, rainbows, dragonflies and butterflies, and taking photographs.  As the years passed, our friendship moved beyond the realm of being best friends, and we became like family.  We still refer to each other’s mothers as “mom #2”.  We have never fought over anything, and continue to this day to discover new dynamics in our friendship.

Our friendship has been strengthened over the years due to a mutual respect for one another.  We support each other in all we do, cheering each other on, applauding achievements accomplished, consoling the other when life throws us an unexpected curveball that results in sad outcomes, and even if we have been apart for long periods of time, we are able to pick up right where we last left off!  We stay in touch through texts, use the various social media platforms to stay abreast of what is happening in each other’s lives, and take turns writing handwritten letters that we mail (so rare in this technology driven world) to each other.  The reason we are able to still be best friends, despite living in separate states is we take the time to care about what is happening in each other’s lives!  That is the key to keeping a lasting friendship going.

Some of you may know the rhyme “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the others gold”, well Jaime is my golden friend for life!

image

Jaime and I on the last day of high school!

Daily Post Prompt Strong

Posted from WordPress for Android

image

My first memories I have of my first home conjure up images of well-worn hardwood floors, a cushioned chair in the shade of goldish-yellow with sturdy arm rests made of wood, a small tv set in a deep brown colored tv stand that also held books an either side, and long filmy curtains in the windows.  I was two and we lived in an apartment on the second floor of a two story home.  The building was owned by my grandfather.        
My first home was full of life.  There was me, a noisy two year old running around in shoes that echoed off of the hardwood floors, followed closely by my constant companion, our German Shepherd named Columbo, whose nails clicked and clacked on the hardwood.  I couldn’t say his name correct, being only two so I settled for calling him “Bumbo” instead.  There were cousins, family members, and friends coming and going in that little apartment.  My dad would come home from work to crawl all over the hardwood floors with me riding proudly upon his back.  Meanwhile my mom would be cooking or baking something delicious that would waft enticingly from the kitchen. 

I remember the metal radiators, snake like in their coils, how they emitted such warmth throughout the little apartment.  It was always nice and cozy there!  I also remember the smell of the wood vanish used to clean the hardwood floors.  How it seemed to take forever for it to dry, keeping me and “Bumbo” off the floors and interrupting our games of imagination. 

That apartment is still around and still owned by my family.  A testament to time standing still somewhat.  

Daily Post Prompt Home

Posted from WordPress for Android

image

Dream Visions

     Nighttime arrives, shadows begin to lengthen,
sweet slumber will soon overwhelm my being.
     Tiny twinkling glimmers appear in an indigo sky,
moonlight glistens, creating a veil of translucency over Earth.
     Laying with head cradled in a billowing pillow of softness,
thoughts drift to a land inhabited by sweet dreams.
     Visions swirl splendidly throughout my head,
as deeper into unconsciousness I fall.
     Dreams filled with memories of times past,
blurry images, changing rapidly within seconds.
     Pictures flash by, like a movie set to fast forward,
glimpses of life, not played out in entirety.
     They gain in momentum, intensity, appearance,
gasping from the flood of images, I awake.
     Sunlight streams in through slated blinds,
blinking from shimmering trajectories, I rise.

Daily Post Prompt Imagination

Posted from WordPress for Android

A Veil of Enlightenment!

Promoting the written word of amazing writers as well as my own personal books and musings!😊

Project Light to Life

A bucket list blog: exploring happiness, growth, and the world.

Live to Write - Write to Live

We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing

Beautifully broken bookworm

Thoughts on life, and the things which make us tick

Cafe Book Bean

Talk Books. Drink Coffee.

BlondeWriteMore

Thoughts & fiction from a blonde writer

MyBookLatte

A Small Glimpse into the Literary World

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Blog with a view - on books, music, humour and health

Romanceaholic

Erotica, Love, Passion

TotallyBookedBlog

Jenny & Gitte - two book crazy girls who have forged an everlasting friendship through our shared love and passion for reading.

Author TR Lykins

Clean Romance - New Adult - Young Adult

Author Becca Lee

Contemporary & Paranormal Romance Author

Michelle Dare

Romance to satisfy your every need.

Claire Plaisted - Indie Author

All the latest books and news from Claire Plaisted

If Books Could Blog

The written word is the only saviour this world needs.

Blogging for a Good Book

A suggestion a day from the Williamsburg Regional Library

The Bookshelf of Emily J.

life~lessons~literature

%d bloggers like this: