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Grounded – Friday Fictioneers

Happy New Year my peeps!  I hope 2021 brings you much love and laughter, joy and bliss, good health and prosperity and comfort – in your home, in your relations, in your work.  We’ve all had more than enough discomfort, haven’t we?

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this party week after week and this week for snagging asking Na’ama Yehuda for her photo which caused me much grief because, like the clouds, were my thoughts. All ajumble.

Do click on the frog below to read more stories inspired by this lovely photo and maybe, be enticed to add your own?

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How long she had been drifting? Weeks? Months? Years?  No matter. Time wasn’t measured up here. She was unfettered and loved the carelessness – or was it carefreeness? – of the wind, tossing her about at will, sometimes gently, lovingly; other times, violently, an exhilarating while scary feeling.

Dammit. By questioning her time spent, she knew it was over.

Reality was calling.  Gathering up the clouds, she braided them into a rope and formed a lasso.  With a flick of her wrist, she sent it out, caught the building and pulled herself until she stood atop.  Grounded once more. Ready for living.

145 thoughts on “Grounded – Friday Fictioneers

    • I should actually give you credit for sending me in the right direction thanks to your yesterday’s post and Georgia O’Keefe’s letter… 🙂
      So. Thank you for that and for this.

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        • I maybe should have mentioned it in the preamble. And yes, you’ve, on more than one occasion, been the little breeze at my back and for that I thank you. You, much as you deny, are also a good person and one that I am blessed to have in my circle. Happy New Year to you and your lovely family.

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  1. Dear Dale,

    I love the idea of gathering the clouds and braiding them into a rope. You clever girl. Sometimes living among the clouds is more desirable than being grounded in reality. Brava!

    Shalom and lotsa New Year’s hugs,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      That’s the part of the story I really wanted to keep and had to putz around it to make it work! So very glad you think it is clever (whenever I hear that word, I think of CTM – as they so often call their patients 😉 ) Sometimes it would be so nice to remain among the clouds… Thank you so much.

      Shalom and lotsa New Year’s hugs and love,

      Dale

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  2. And why can’t we drift as long as we want? Reality is not all it’s cracked up to be. So many regulations. Right? I’ll just keep on.. what’s that you say? Why? Ok, I’m back now. Thanks for grounding me. Good story Dale.

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  3. Q,

    A sweetly fantastic ride into “Why Not?”, that magical place where we find our true selves. And for those who can’t hop on, I feel sorry for them. And really, especially in these times . . you NEED that part of your brain that jumps into the clouds that way, at least I think you do.

    I love the It’s a Wonderful Life tip of the lasso that you give this beautiful piece too. Taking the best of that idea and making it even better.

    B

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  4. OH, I really like this.
    It’s really a story of Thunder, in a way, if you think about it.
    In the sense of drifting as a cloud, braiding the clouds, making them heavy, falling as rain on a roof, then on the ground. Now, the plants can grow, and living continues.

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