Weekly Writing Prompt No. 79. It was the cards I noticed first this morning. Each one neatly placed on the window sill. Carefully butted up against the thin line of mastic that secured the glass into the frame; they were spaced almost exactly it seemed but without the benefit of a ruler I couldn’t be sure.
And I can quite see why you identify with 'student', Linda! And you're very good at it.
I self ID as 'she-who-holds-everything-together...except when I don't. Dreamer of impossible dreams. Optimist extraordinaire who just can't ever see defeat - it all works out in the end! Also, 'Muuuuuum'...
The sense of presence and acceptance is palpable here and engenders that in the reader too. This piece slows us down. The feeling that we must read to the very end, even though nothing changes, is remarkably powerful. As are the small, repetitive movements made by 'Dad'; reflected in the small, deliberate movements made by 'narrator'. Beautifully put together, Lindy. Neat.
It’s been a long time since I have sat and read one of your musings. I am on holiday!!! I thought this has been magnificently crafted. Love the cadence and flow of the words. Note to self! Read more when back in the crazy world back home! ❤️xxx
Then he taught you so much, so well, even when quite by accident. And sky-watching is a powerful use of time too; we should all do it more 🥰
Thank you Linda. It reminds me of what I learnt from my mum about living in the present when I was with her in the earlier stages of her dementia.
Me too Liz, the story was very very loosely based on the experiences of supporting my mum and dad when he had dementia.
And I can quite see why you identify with 'student', Linda! And you're very good at it.
I self ID as 'she-who-holds-everything-together...except when I don't. Dreamer of impossible dreams. Optimist extraordinaire who just can't ever see defeat - it all works out in the end! Also, 'Muuuuuum'...
There must be a name for She Who Holds Everything Together (most of the time!) and I think it might be "Mum" .....
The sense of presence and acceptance is palpable here and engenders that in the reader too. This piece slows us down. The feeling that we must read to the very end, even though nothing changes, is remarkably powerful. As are the small, repetitive movements made by 'Dad'; reflected in the small, deliberate movements made by 'narrator'. Beautifully put together, Lindy. Neat.
And that is exactly as it was with Dad Sue, small repetitive movements and he often stood at the front window watching the sky.
It’s been a long time since I have sat and read one of your musings. I am on holiday!!! I thought this has been magnificently crafted. Love the cadence and flow of the words. Note to self! Read more when back in the crazy world back home! ❤️xxx
Aw shucks, thanks Laura xxx