Happy Saturday everyone.
Today I am joining in with “What Pegman Saw” at Rawson Lake in Canada. Here is the photo prompt:
Five Thousand and One (word count: 150)
Dear H,
Sorry I missed your gig
While I was hiking to Rawson Lake
It was not until the 20th mile
When I realized, with a smile, I had decompressed and revived my weary soul
Standing there
Before the water
It was THEN I felt convicted
To NOT have attended your event
Even if I have seen you perform 5,000 times
If I could zap myself back, I’d be there in an instant
Even if I ran like Superman
You’d be packing up now
I know you don’t need me by your side 24/7
Yet, I grieve –
Feel some heaviness –
Because I love sharing life with you
As we do what we do
However, I was swayed when the hike called me today
I cannot make it to all of your events –
but I look forward to the next gig,
to make it 5,000 plus one….
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Very good! 🙂
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Thx
😉
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You are welcome!
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I like the way you use the prompt as a jumping off point for a story about something completely different. And I like the story of the missed gig – and that he will make the next one, number 5001.
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Thanks so much – and I am just getting back from reading your delightful piece for this prompt – now I need to decide my polish color for the Upcoming week
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This is wonderful. You know, we give ourselves so much pressure to be there for everything, even if it means cutting off from ourselves, or doing things for us… I’m kind of glad she went too far to get back in time. Sometimes we must.
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well the MC was a he
ha!
and I think it could be either – not sure if it matters – do you think it does?
but you are so right – life lesson in those words right there: so much pressure to be there for everything,
we literally cannot
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My bad…
I don’t think it matters, honestly…
We truly cannot. Nor should we.
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Sweet. I wouldn’t be able to ignore a hike beckoning, either.
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🙂
and I know you like to hike – and actually am not
well maybe very short hikes
– and when I did research in this lake – – I guess this is a reasonably easy hike that can be done in a day (so I tied that Into the story) and I guess if hiked before June it is very muddy) –
Joey – you so need to join in with What Pegman Saw – or not – cos your blog style has its own style and flow – but just think about it –
🙂
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I’m not so good with short fiction. But thank you, I appreciate that.
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Reminds me of the song “500 miles” of which I prefer the Celtic Thunder version…. How many miles would you go to your true loves door, and all that. What an enjoyable read today.
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And jelli – that song sounds enjoyable – going to check it out – and side note – I did have a song in mind with one line
– Sade’s “By Your Side”
Not sure if you know it but check it out
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I will. Here’s the link for “500 miles” : https://youtu.be/rLqIujK-0qw
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thank a you
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To take another tact, there is a sense of selfishness in this one. After all, the hiker continues to prefer what they what. Therefore, I sense another empty promise ahead.
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Well you are correct on he selfishness part – but never an empty promise
So let’s not project too much here (wink – but you are so wise in social things)
And I also was thinking of Mari hatch and one of her poems about takes two whole people to make a “we”
And then- your comment reminded me of the plum poem too – I will share it with you…
Sometimes a union is so good – so tight – a selfish indulgence whispers of that interconnected was that is steadfast
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Interesting perspective I didn’t consider – especially because read this after commenting about the plums!
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Yes – that filters the take
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Here is the plum poem
Let me know what you think
This is Just to Say
William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
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Yep – selfishness rings loud and clear to me in this poem.
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Well sort of
It is more of that “so connected and so one that the other person would smile” and then they’d eat something else –
Or it is so mature that instead of serving giving and all that it moves to a level of taking a bit and not ever worrying of a withdrawal deficit – where things are so sweet and tight that it can be a little about self cos that was what was needed.
Succumbed to the plums and all was well.
Because bigger things and core things are well and it moves into not taking but fully living
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So sweet 🙂
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✌️😊gracias and good day to you YC
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Please have a good day too!
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Ahh will H cope?
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Yes / all is well because self care usually leads to health and freshness and so they had a good evening together and talked and talked and hugged and all the other
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Humming ‘500 miles’ by The Proclaimers.
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Hey – I actually know that song!
I went there and did not think I would – but I do
And Di
It fits so well here
Thanks
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Lovely song, ain’t it? 😄From the moment I start reading your words, that song popped into my head.
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For a moment I thought you were here in Alberta! A great jumping off point to your creative writing. It’s hard to resist a hike like this I admit.
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Sue – and wow – what a coincidence that I came visiting your blog while my blog went to Alberta in a post!
Ahhh – serendipity
and You and Dave are the outdoors team!
Have a great day
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That was serendipity indeed. As though our ears were burning. 🙂 Wishing you a lovely day too.
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🙂
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Cool use of the prompt
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Gracias
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Sounds like a most dedicated fan, if of the 5000 he/she has only missed one gig! I understand that sense of being torn asunder by too many obligations to others. Sometimes you need to go where you want to be, instead, and take that hike!
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Hi – thanks for your comment dear counsellor… I mean fellow author. 😉
And five thousand was not really literal – it was to mean so many over decades like saying “I could give a dozen reasons for….” might not be 12 but shows a lot.
And so maybe this couple continues to share so much and I had this guy only long to be there once he reached the water and maybe then wished he could make it but the gig was ending – so he was torn later – if that makes sense and in my mind it kind of mattered – like a delayed “oh- her gig…. wish I could catch the ending ” not out of obligation either – but because they share life as they do this and that.
Another thing I think I was trying to say is that we cannot always have all things – and we need to remember it to be encouraged.
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A nice summing up of their relationship, I think – there for each other but able to be apart too. A nice balance. Lovely story and sentiment
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Thanks Lynn – that was exactamundo
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My pleasure
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Love it 🙂
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So many comments, Y, from so many bloggers off the WPS contributing / reading / commenting grid. What more can I say? Was a pleasure to read, as always, and feel that relaxed style of yours, so at ease with yourself, even when you are writing about not being at ease.
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