Another week in the book for this 51 years around the sun; and another morning of meditation. I’ve been meditating now for 41 straight days and can tell you it has made a world of difference.
I thought I would share a quote from my journal by Eleanor Roosevelt.
Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try. For one thing we know beyond all doubt: Nothing has ever been achieved by the person who says, ‘It can’t be done.’
13th of March 2023- Art Work
I created this inspired by a photo I’ve taken. I really enjoy using Procreate to produce these images.
14th of March 2023- 3 word prompt (A storm, a couple, a pest)
The line of clouds was building, ominous and dark, a wall of pure power ready unleash a storm that no one was prepared for. Jeff and Ellie looked out the window knowing they had to get home as soon as possible because they knew this storm was going to be be big, bigger than they had ever seen before. As the newlywed couple approached there farmhouse the funnel cloud started to form in the northwest, god why did they decide to stay in Kansas…the heart of tornado alley.
Pulling up to the house Jeff hit the brakes hard and yelled at Ellie ‘We need to get to the cellar pronto’, Jeff grabbed Ellie’s hand and pulled her, almost dragging her across the yard to the food cellar. Just as Jeff opened one of the doors the wind blew hard and yanked the door off the hinges. Ellie looked at Jeff and asked “What do we do now?”, Jeff looked around and said “get down in the far corner as far as you can”. Ellie did precisely that and Jeff followed.
The food cellar was dank and dark. Ellie pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight app and lit everything up and screamed. There was a rat, a nasty fucking pest that she feared more than anything else other than the tornado that was headed their way. She would put up with the pest at least for tonight as her only thought was surviving.
Jack held her tight as they rode out the storm.
15th of March 2023-Poem
Flailing, falling forever crawling, yearning for release from this hell that has been unleashed.
The pain, unbearable sting.
These screams forever ring.
©Chris Chonos
16th of March 2023-Poem
The hustle and bustle of the day, no time for play.
Work
Work, is all we have time for fighting to fighting to keep from being poor.
But what makes a person rich?
It is clothes with a fancy stitch?
Is it a flashy car?
Something that can take you far?
These big houses with more rooms than you need, Or the the food on which you feed?
No, they are possessions and things that are excess you see
All in the world I need is you and me.
©Chris Chonos
17th of March 2023-Quote
“I like to say it’s an attitude of not just thinking outside the box, but not even seeing the box.” – Safra A Catz
18th of March 2023- Lazy Saturday photos
Chloe likes her pillows and will bury herself in a fort- I put the roof on but a lot of times you will find her on top of or in a bunch of pillows sleeping.
It has been a good week and hope everyone enjoys the upcoming up week and can’t wait to share more.
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