Day 95 Ruminating And Writing

Faith

Let me have faith
Real faith for tomorrow
Let me have hope
Hope that tells me all this has a meaning
Let me have more than the minerals and the bones
Let me have soul
Let me have a universe
I don’t need a God
I just need magic

Snake

The snake slithered around the little girl. She let out a loud giggle and smoothed her hand over the snake’s back. It was always around her, not letting her be by its side. The snake was enchanted. It was her guardian, her defender. It was her father’s dying gift to her.

Little Voice

She woke up suddenly, not hearing the sound she had heard since she was a kid. The voice inside her that commented on anything and everything she did. There was only sureness left. Or not sure in the sense that she could do anything. Just no one telling her that she did it all wrong. The little voice inside her was gone.

She was ready to celebrate her freedom, her liberation. But the thing came back, not as a voice, but in a bloody, fully grown woman who looked just like her. It walked up to her and greeted her, “Hello, moron. What have you been up to without me?”

The voice sounded like it had always sounded. Annoyingly sure about her fault. It or she, or whatever she was meant to call the woman, told the outlandish tales of what she had been up to while she was away. There were snake dancers, there were lavish dinners, there were fast cars, there were all the things she hadn’t let her do.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

For the long, cold days, for the blizzard storms, how I wish this heatwave would go away. I’m not made for summers. I get a rash from the sun. It’s not as bad as when I was a kid, but in the first weeks of summer, my skin itches. I’m a December child, born north, and I guess that explains why writing in this heat is so hard. I can’t get my body or mind to work; all I feel is sluggishness.

But I do love the light, the flowers, the bright green nature, the bugs, the butterflies, the dragonflies, the gentle summer breeze, and the songs of the summer birds. I love swimming in the lake or in the sea, and watching as the fish swim by me. I love how there are fresh berries every day, especially the sweet berries that the Nordic countries are known for. Strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries are sweeter, but the tomatoes are not. They are bitter. I love the summer sea, the call of the seagulls, and the smooth stones that spread all over the cliffs. I love walking barefoot on the rocks. As I did yesterday. I spent all the time at the seaside. It was wonderful.

And so many good things happen in the summertime. People here in Finland become more vibrant and outgoing during the summer. It is as if they emerge from a long hibernation to live to their fullest. Maybe it’s okay if I don’t get as much work done as I do when it’s colder. Maybe summers are meant to be different here, where the winters are long and harsh.

Thank you for reading! I hope you have a lovely summer day ❤