What chains you? (1/6/14)



It would be the easiest answer to say money.  Rampant commercialism and greed have encased me in a situation in which I can’t escape.  But… that would be too simple an answer.  If I made more of an effort to reduce un-needed expenditures I don’t rightfully think I could continue to blame the almighty dollar for my plight.  Do not misunderstand, I do believe that money is indeed the root of all evil but my chains are more subtle.  I am bound by complacency.  By what is easier to resolve to or ignore instead of fighting against.  The sad look dismissed, the distant stare ignored, the down-cast eyes averted… all these and so much more that are looked over to avoid conflict.  Passivity and the great desire to avoid any confrontation, even of the smallest kind, are my chains – and I am their willing captive.  Until such time that I feel strong enough to stand up to the dissent and have that final confrontation I will remain here in this self-induced prison.

Call Me Ishmael (1/5/14)

PROMPT:  Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.

First sentence:

In the shade of the house, in the sunshine of the riverbank near the
boats, in the shade of the Sal-wood forest, in the shade of the fig tree
is where Siddhartha grew up, the handsome son of the Brahman, the young
falcon, together with his friend Govinda, son of a Brahman.

(Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse)


I was but a lowly serving girl to the Prince and his court. In secret I longed, not for Prince Siddhartha,
but for his dear-heart, Govinda. How I longed for him to take me in his arms and make me his but alas it was not meant to be.
Govinda loved only Siddhartha and would never turn his eyes or heart from him.

To be continued…


Mister Rogers’ holiday message is simple and clear.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’d like to give you for Christmas. I’d really like to give you something that just fits your own wishes and needs the way these shoes just fit me. I suppose the thing I’d like most to be able to give you is hope. Hope that through your own doing and your own living with others, you’ll be able to find what best fits for you in this life…I, for one, wish you good memories of this holiday. And I hope you’ll be able to look for all the different ways that people have of showing that they love you.” ~ Mister Rogers

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