“My life will not make me happy, happiness will make my life.”
Tonight, I watched a movie to relax a little. These were the words said when the film ended. No use going down the road of etymology, assembling the word family, or consulting dictionaries. The word happiness just stands and means. And I am grateful, I can write it down.
Now that I am back in San Diego, I have joined a group of writers on Sunday. Each worked on two prompts. The second was a stunning and large photograph from the National Geographic. It depicted a group of migrants or refugees walking. The central woman with a white head scarf was the only one looking straight at the photographer and, thus, me. We all glanced at the photograph briefly, did not read, and each started to write for a few minutes.
Here, marinade is the result of marinating oneself in one’s own pain. An inuksuk is, well, an inuksuk.
If you have the time and energy to read more of these texts you find them in blog order on this website. Let me know what you associate with them, what you like, what you dislike, …
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