Isn't it interesting how each of us has a vision of Death and what it might be like. Emily's ride shows a slow fading of the world she knew. She stops short of describing Eternity itself. Thank you for sharing her poem, Switter.
It’s always fun to read something that triggers a thought from our own experiences, which then stimulates more thoughts until we have a little community made tapestry of life that tells us more together than we could see by ourselves.
You have to be ready at any moment. Every morning that I wake up and realize I have been granted another day in which to atone and to be a blessing to someone, I am grateful. You found a lovely image for this lovely story, Sue. Thank you for the reminder.
Sharron Bassano of 'Leaves' has inflicted me with the joy of flash fiction. It's a hoot to write a fun, brief, thought-provoking little bit to read and chew on.
I love that, Sue! Actually, I asked Sharron just the other day if I could use a phrase in her ‘A Sea of Barley’ post in a 100-word story of my own. I haven’t yet dared to have a go, though! One day soon!
Substack is such a great community for sparking ideas. My friend Mary B. from Thrivin’, not Drivin’ calls it ‘Substack U’ (for university) - I think that’s brilliant!
Indeed, Substack is a university. I've learned so much from everyone. Meanwhile, I look forward to reading your 100-word story about Sea of Barley as well as read your thoughts spurred by Transitions. You said you were thinking of it in many different ways. I'm always curious about how my stuff affects readers.
I couldn’t help myself:
“Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
- Emily Dickinson
Isn't it interesting how each of us has a vision of Death and what it might be like. Emily's ride shows a slow fading of the world she knew. She stops short of describing Eternity itself. Thank you for sharing her poem, Switter.
It’s always fun to read something that triggers a thought from our own experiences, which then stimulates more thoughts until we have a little community made tapestry of life that tells us more together than we could see by ourselves.
Synergy!
You have to be ready at any moment. Every morning that I wake up and realize I have been granted another day in which to atone and to be a blessing to someone, I am grateful. You found a lovely image for this lovely story, Sue. Thank you for the reminder.
Thank you, Sharron. We are lucky to wake up on the right side of the grass and be granted another chance.
I found this image on FB and hope that crediting Sarah Moussa will be sufficient.
A brilliant story! I'm interpreting it in several ways - very thought-provoking! 😊 *happy sigh*
Sharron Bassano of 'Leaves' has inflicted me with the joy of flash fiction. It's a hoot to write a fun, brief, thought-provoking little bit to read and chew on.
I love that, Sue! Actually, I asked Sharron just the other day if I could use a phrase in her ‘A Sea of Barley’ post in a 100-word story of my own. I haven’t yet dared to have a go, though! One day soon!
Substack is such a great community for sparking ideas. My friend Mary B. from Thrivin’, not Drivin’ calls it ‘Substack U’ (for university) - I think that’s brilliant!
Indeed, Substack is a university. I've learned so much from everyone. Meanwhile, I look forward to reading your 100-word story about Sea of Barley as well as read your thoughts spurred by Transitions. You said you were thinking of it in many different ways. I'm always curious about how my stuff affects readers.
Go Rebecca. You will surprise yourself.