Welcome March. The fasting and penitence continues, Season of Lent.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #287: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Many of the houses are wooden. Some are mud houses with thatched roofs. The latter i find amazing. People live there in sunshine and rain.
My house is a wooden house. The steps are many to get from the fowl coop and the kitchen downstairs to the main house upstairs.
At the back of my house is brick house and from there the grunt of pigs can be heard as they slop the mush.
The headteacher's just before my house (as the house numbers dictate) is a brick house, even though there is a dirt oven downstairs and a wooden area for the animals.
We are in the Season of Lent. The Carnival Season is over. A more sober mood of fasting and penitence prevails.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #286: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
It's Carnival Monday here in Trinidad and Tobago, jouvert (dirty mas) starts the adult street parades, however this pandemic year 2021 was quiet compared. The Carnival Season ends tomorrow. Though the spirit and vibe is present, the pandemic prevents crowd activities. The music did keep us in the mood and the new normal fostered all sorts of creatives: virtuals fetes, workshops, and talk shops and look backs through the carnival archives and virtual competitions.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #285: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Prompted to use the Lines, in a prose not more than 144 words long.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head
A FAIRY AFIRE
Nine hazel trees waved in the sun hot breeze. Fish in the pond jumped and frolicked below, in the shade of windswept boughs.
Who knows whether they were Salmon or Tilapia, as the report goes, they were fish. Fish who thought their sanctuary sacred. So much so, they lived peacefully among lazy caiman which ate their weight of water hyacinths in said dreamy haven.
Till one day, a fire fairy wandered in from the next glen. She was so broken, her whole being ached from the longing for her unfaithful lover.
She sat under one hazel, head bowed, wings drooping, cradling sorrow. This was too much for her to bear. Before she exploded into a million tiny fiery bits headed toward the sun, she heard her own heart speak:"I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head"
Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us in the mood.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for
eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #284: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us in the mood.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for
eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #283: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Visits to the zoo hold the sway of monkeys tails coiled around whatever support they find entertaining.
Don' t feed the monkeys your peanuts or anything else. That was a caution worth the while to be heeded to children
The birds of coskel colouered wings and beaks triggered a little bit of envy, if you were walking around in school uniform blues, hair braided and ribboned.
Eagles, hmm no eagles, but i remember aligators of the scheming eyes even when asleep
And nothing in life is free is scientifically correct,
That kindness is the lifestyle not everyone adheres to and love is patient, kind, and in no way judgemental is rock hard fact. That and so many gifts taken for granted: Bird song, Or light - cold as a shift shaping moon, Stars - alone like socially distanced beings in a pandemic. And sky the colour of blue we think.
"Ah - If I knew then what I know now" - should i be saying that today? knowing that i may edit, but i'm not the author of life?
Ah humility, ah gratefulness, ah a heart of trust and thanksgiving: these i need like air to breathe, that i may hope in tomorrow.
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