Abode

A Writing in the Works

ABODE:  

There are billions of souls out in the world. Some spirits are good, and are looking to become reborn into this world.  Sometimes, that doesn't always happen, and they look for residence inside animals, or even dolls.  Yes, dolls.

Sometimes spirits develop into malevolent creatures.  Remember that time you got yelled at for spilling your cup of fruit punch?  It never once occurred to you that it could have been your doll.  Or your action figure if you were a boy that didn't have dolls.

But think back to the moment you got blamed for something you didn't do, or something you couldn't recall doing.  Was your doll or action figure lying somewhere nearby?

As people live in abodes like houses or apartments, spirits are trying to do the same.

5.9

Blogophilia Week 5.9 Topic: Dare To Dream

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts) Incorporate a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote:
(((((I couldn't just CHOOSE one!)))


*"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beautiful is God's handwriting."
*"For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
*"He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life."
*"Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen."
*"You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late."
*"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better."
*"People only see what they are prepared to see."

(Easy, 1 pt) Mention goosebumps

req·ui·em
ˈrekwēəm/
noun
noun: requiem; plural noun: requiems; noun: requiem mass; plural noun: requiem masses

(especially in the Roman Catholic Church) a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead.
a musical composition setting parts of a requiem Mass, or of a similar character.
an act or token of remembrance.
"he designed the epic as a requiem for his wife"

Origin
Middle English: from Latin (first word of the Mass), accusative of requies ‘rest.’

Be sure to read my previous chapters....


Chapter One
Chapter Two

And now...Chapter Three

Change of plans....

I have all of this written out, but I really don't have any time to write....So here it goes....

I kept requiem there because I worked hard to research it, and then write out the definition...so I'm a gonna leave it there!  That's that!  I was thinking Requiem for a Dream...as in the movie, but there's also a movie called Dream World from 2012.  I don't know!  I'm out of the loop movie wise!

So does requiem for a dream mean dying for a dream?  That's my interpretation of it anyway.  Opinions are always welcome, of course!  I just won't be able to reply till after I get back!

"People only see what they are prepared to see."
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sometimes I'm like the above quote....

Dare to dream:  I get goosebumps when I dare to dream a little dream!  I hope one day it will all work out for me.  I'm a hopeless daydreamer.  Maybe one day in the near future, good things will happen for me...*sigh*  One day...

OK....Well!  That's it for me!  I will be online for a few more hours...here and there...in between my shifts...before heading for the east coast to visit with family.

I hope everyone has a great weekend! :)

Oh, and Happy Easter to those who celebrate!


DJ

4.9

Guesses:

Blogophilia Week 4.9 Topic: 

The First Step Is...
(Irene)

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts) Incorporate a Rob Bell quote
(Leta)

(Easy, 1 pt) Include the word “asphalt”
(Christopher)

Pic:

(Jessica)

Rob Bell Quote:

"No one has the last word other than God."



"The first step is admitting you have a problem; the second step is admitting everyone else has a problem."

I once heard that on an episode of Roseanne, and it always kinda stuck with me.  I'm the daughter--and the granddaughter--of addicts and enablers.

I was never brought up on religion, though I always felt like I needed to belong somewhere.  My grandma embedded in my head that we were Jewish, but we never practiced the religion.  I just assumed at that point, Jewish was a nationality, not a religion.

My dad came along (he's really my step-dad, but he raised me like I was his own.) and suddenly we were Catholic, though we never practiced the religion.  I only knew to go to my aunt's house during Christmas and exchange gifts; and I knew, "Hey! The Easter bunny is here!"

I never understood any of that.  And as I got older, and the more people tried to preach me the "truth", the more I shied away from all of it.

I went to church once when I was 12.  This girl from Equador and I decided to get all dressed up and go to a church around the corner from us.  I only brought a couple of dollars with me.  The basket went around, and we put money in the basket.  Afterward, we went around back to the pond...where I've always liked going...to check out the tadpoles.

That was about as religious as I got!  I had my grandma take me to a temple when I was 13, and I instantly felt like I didn't belong.

When I was almost 14, and my parents were trying to get sober, they would take me to their meetings.  It was then I was learning about a Higher Power.  I was able to relate to that better.  I was able to relate on a more spiritual level than a religious one.

I started to go to Alateen, and one day, they asked me to speak my story in Alanon.  There were a bunch of older women that were impressed with the story of a 14 year old girl.  I think they were shocked that a 14 year old girl had to endure what most 14 year olds shouldn't have to experience at all.

Kids at 14 should be at the crossroads where they're still playing with their Barbie dolls, to figuring out if that cute boy in class likes them or not.  They should be hanging out with their friends, and going to places like the mall or the skating rink.

They should not be home babysitting their little siblings.  They should not be home wondering if dinner will ever be made.  They shouldn't be wondering if their parent or parents are lying dead on a pavement of asphalt somewhere because they decided getting high was more important than family.

But I never lived a normal life.  And I've learned later on, no one does.  We're painted these pictures of girls hanging out with each other, having sleepovers and such.  We're painted with pictures that we have friends when in reality, we don't.  Even though we have time, we never make time for whatever the reason may be.

We'd rather be in our tiny little office space rather than to make time for what's really important.  And then when it's too late, we live with regrets.

But I was never like that!  I always made time for others, and that was how a part of me died.  Now, I prefer a world of solitude.  You never get disappointed, and you'll never have regrets.

This is not my final word on the subject because, "No one has the last word other than God."

I do believe in a Higher Power, and I also refer to it as the Universe.  I believe in Einstein's theories.  I just sometimes wonder if the Universe believes in me.

DJ

3.9

Blogophilia 3.9:  Selling Your Soul

2PTS:  Quote Shel Silverstein

1PT:   Include the term, "Rising Star."

PIC:

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I think I'm going to pick up from this piece.  It only seems right click here to read if you're interested...DJ

The Tale of Kalura Wise

TWO

"A Mets fan?  Here in Florida?"  The boy says to me, still holding onto my hat.

"My grandma is a native New Yorker," I say.  "Which is probably why I like watching hockey as well."

"A hockey fan," he questions, raising his eyebrow at me.  He gives me one of those smiles; the kind where I could see a future with him, and those brown eyes of his.  I could get lost in them forever.

What am I doing? I think to myself.  You have no time for this.  I give myself a mental shake, and take my Mets hat from him.

"I'm a Lightning fan," I find myself say before I walk away.

"Can I at least get your name?"

I stop and turn to see him.  "Kalura," I say.

"Xander," he says.

"Nice to meet you," I curtsy.  I turn to finish my jog. I roll my eyes at myself.  Who in the world curtsies anymore?

You are selling your soul to the devil, Kalura, I think to myself.  If you think for one moment, you have a chance at that kind of happiness.

It's true though.  I am constantly at war with myself.  My head and heart want two different things.  No one knows me.  Or I should say, no one remembers me because I've been out of school for many years now.  The only thing they would probably remember about me, is my name.

Kalura is a combination of my father, Kaleb with a K, and my mother, Laura.  I don't know why they thought it was such a good name to name someone.  I was a combination of names before Brangelina became a household name.  My name sounds like the drink Kahlua.  Maybe I'll just shorten my name when introducing myself.  My nanny, Nora, thinks I should shorten it to Kal.  Or better yet, shorten it to Laura as well.  I hadn't decided.

Yes, I still have a nanny.  I can't imagine a world without Nora in it.  She's been like the mother I've never had because my parents are always all over the world; being scientists and all; looking for cures for cancer and such.

I understand their job is a big deal, but this is my senior year.  This is my first time ever back in the school system.  I want to live my life as normal as possible.

Okay, so there's no such thing as normal.  I've never been normal, just like my name will never be normal.  And I get my health is a bit rocky, but I want to be a senior, and do senior things like go to homecoming and prom and such.  No one has to know anything more about me.  I don't plan on getting close to anyone anyway.

I figure I'll live my life like Shel Silverstein.  He once said, "Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it."

That is what I intend to do.  I intend to live my life with no explanations.  I will be a rising star on my own terms, in my own eyes.  That's good enough for me.


Written 3/7/16 by ©Diana Jillian

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2.9

Blogophilia Week 2.9-In the Bleak Midwinter

Bonus Points:

2pts:  Incorporate a Lyle Lovett Lyric

Song:  Night's Lullaby:

"The sandman is calling."




1pt:   Use a quote from J.R.R. Tolkien

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost."

Picture:

Tiny Dancer

Due: Saturday, March 5th, 2016

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately!

My original plan was to delete myself off of Facebook all together...But then I'd miss my fellow Blogophilia friends.  You've really been there for me like family.  I'll always be grateful for that.

If Marvin did have a Blogger or Wordpress page, I would delete my FB in a heartbeat.  I would just create a profile for blogging friends only and comment on there...I mean, for those who decide not to leave the FB blogging world.

I've not been in a slump writing wise....I am too self conscious to put myself out there for the real world to see.  Sometimes when I write a short-story using the prompts provided for me, I get comments that I tend to take to heart.

I have to learn to not be like that.  Especially if I'm going to be working on the a to z challenge on my blog site: Diana J's Random World.  It's random, because I'm weird like that.  I have no idea why I decided to do this!  I barely have time to turn in a blog on time once a week as is.

This "Bleak Midwinter" you speak of?  It does not exist in South West Florida.  Winter doesn't exist down here.  I think we're about at the beginning of early Fall season, but that's about it!

For us, it's not in the bleak midwinter, but rather we're in the bleak peaking of the Summer!  Eh, I'm trying here with the prompts...

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost."

I guess Tolkien said it best.  Sometimes silver shines brighter than gold; I'm not lost, though I do like to wander and wonder a lot; I feel that even though I'm 38, I know I'm not old.  In fact, I'm around 18-25 year olds that act like they're old.  They get sore from their workouts and such.  I just look at them like you're crazy because you're young.  Which only tells me they must be doing their workouts all wrong.  I'm older, and I've never gotten sore after exercise, and if I did, it was because I was getting sick.

"Deep roots are not reached by the frost."  Living in Florida, you have no idea how true that is!

But even in the storm, I will dance my way out of it.  I will be that tiny, wacky dancer like I always am.  I was sick, but now I'm feeling better enough to get some exercise in today.

If the sandman is calling, I'll be sure to put him on hold.  I have too much to do today....Including finishing this blog!

Oh, UM, guesses????

Topic: Jessica?
The Lyle Lovett thing?  I didn't think my friends were into country....Um, no clue!
The J.R.R. Tolkien quote:  Liam?
The picture:  Colleen?




Yeah, I got nothing!!!!  I know!


DJ


Oh, BTW...I added FB comments to this.....Underneath Blogger comments, you can comment on your FB account....I hope this helps! :)