Category: Life

Fragments

These fragments are six-word stories or poems. Often working in such a limited form can rouse the imagination and spark creativity. Any of these three ideas could become a story or even a book.

The watch stopped; no one moved.

Two dogs, too many, to master.

Now, no one answers the phone.

As a prompt, try six-word stories. You may find you have a way out of the doldrums. Forms can be a creative vehicle of great power.

As I play with fragments, there are always haiku. So here is one.

We can fall over
Ourselves trying to behave
Outside who we are.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Things Work Together

There was a time, many years ago, when I did not have a dog and was in a bad state because of my Schizo-Affective Disorder.

My weight had been a battle all my life, and at this juncture, I chose to begin walking daily. To my great surprise, when I came out the first time to walk, a lovely Weimaraner was waiting right outside the door. This angel dog accompanied me on my walks, probably over a year.

It was there every day, no matter what time I chose to go for my walk. Seeing this beautiful animal and basking in its love helped me continue in the exercise even though, typically, I’m not too fond of exercise.

Today, as I dive into another challenge, I remember I am supported in many ways when I attempt to improve.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

The dog was real, it went home down another street every day, but it was faithful to walk with me. It chose to be my friend.

That Will Do…

Ladies and gentlemen, this is notice. I cannot continue gaining the weight I already once lost. As someone told me when I said I was having problems bingeing, “That is not you.”

He is correct. I know how to do this, so I got my gear out, put on my tough suit, and started toward where I must be.

Working with weights on gives an extra special burn. Pain, yeah, going to rock it to the prize.

On antipsychotics and antidepressants, it is difficult to avoid weight gain. They are drugs that cause it. I have even lost a considerable amount in opposition to the prescriptions before. I have not gained back to where I was when my journey started in 2013, but if I do not take action, I will. My appetite never lets up, it hounds me 24/7/365, but I, I am stronger than my urges. I will succeed at this again.

I am a tremble with fear and hope, but is it not always like that when we run up against the impossible and choose to conquer it?

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Haiku In My Quiver

This ocean into
Which I wade slowly, swallows
My fear, in its love.

I accept I am
Written differently than
Those average most.

Death, we avoid it,
But in the air, food, water,
We taste it, consume.

The calendar turns
Another time dated, gone,
Life passing – away.

The light rises bright
But only a thimbleful
Against Autumn night.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I will believe these challenges are only a small inconvenience given to produce determination and strength. Will you believe you are destined to succeed in abundance? I can only do so, else hope evaporates.