Twittering Tales #155: Life Goes On

This Week’s Twittering Tales #155 – 24 September 2019

Photo by MarkusmitK@pixabay.com

 

Welcome to this week’s Installment of my Twittering Tales participation for a weekly event from a fellow blogger at:

https://katmyrman.com/2019/09/24/twittering-tales-155-24-september-2019/

 

She does a 280 character challenge weekly where she posts a prompt pic and encourages creativity. Please VISIT her ste for an explaination of the rules. Please let her know if you’re participating also and if you could drop a line here too for us to follow, that would be fantastic. As for my entry… Here goes.

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“It goes on”

Looking out over tomorrow, Seeing himself with her just last week, Daniel didn’t know if he could do it anymore without seeing her again. The memories would always be stronger than reality alone. She was gone but he knew every day would be another choice for him to stay. “Live”.
(270 characters)

September is Suicide Prevention Month
My entry this week is in honor of Suicide Prevention Month and all those help others and those who continue to make the choice to remain. It may seem to some the easiest choice in the world to keep living. But in the face of truly difficult times or great loss or traumatic experiences finding reasons to becomes almost excruciatingly painful. That’s where loved ones, family members and close friends come in. Be aware. Be empathetic. Be the bridge back to reality and hope that these people need to continue choosing life. 
***Now it’s your turn. -mike

 

100 Word Wednesday: “9/11 Collateral Childhood

Image by Cyranny

Its Time again for the next installment of a weekly post 100 Word Wednesday. It’s a writing prompt meme by

100 Word Wednesday: Week 138

which invites others to share in the joys and creativity of micro fiction. Visit her blog for a full explaination of how to participate:

My entry for the week will be a carry on from last week’s and a combination with yesterday’s Twittering Tales post. Enjoy.

“I still can’t believe it. She was here… gone? Her parents said that she was just going on a short trip to Pennsylvania for chemo and would certainly be back for Monday school.
I should have told her how I feel before she got on that plane. All those summers playing near that creepy old building. Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, boyfriend and … gone?
If I had it to do over, like in the movies, I’d tell her. I’d tell her not to go. Why’d she have to use that old beat up suitcase her dad gave her?”

(99 words)

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Now it’s your turn.

-mike

Sunday Currently Reading Update #2: Death and Hope in Moby Dick

Melville’s musings

In one of the first chapters of Moby Dick by Herman Melville, the classic novel I’m Currently Reading, his protagonist Ishmael visits the chapel of Father Mapple who mounts the picturesque pulpit that looks like the bow of a whaling ship, rope ladder and all, to give hope to some and comfort to others, all the while representing God to men, and as a former sailor himself… these men and their families to God. Mapple saw himself as a Pilot of the Living God, helping men arrive to their inevitable destination.

In the section I’ve captured above, Melville in the literary guise of Ishmael ponders the reality of the Soul that survives physical/earthly death. He describes his belief/hope that what some refer to shadow here on earth is our real identity, and that what we see now as who we are, is but the “lees” or left overs of what we really are.

I imagine seeing so much death at sea or at war, the difficulty of finding “closure” for the family when their loved ones are lost at sea or “Missing in Action” and presumed dead could have, as our “Ishmael” says earlier in the chapter, an effect of drawing one closer to God or the Eternal Hope. Expressing his comfort and preparedness, even yearning for the possibility of being Lost to the Nantuckett, and yet Found in that which waits Beyond.

And it’s just the first few chapters, both of the Novel of Moby Dick, but also of Life as we know it. I used to think I “Knew it All” on the subject too. I was once not only a passenger but a Pilot on the Ship of Faith. But my foundations have been rocked by waves and wind. My former Faith Tradition foundered on the shoals of Evidence, History, and Textural Criticism and lies with Davey Jones. But I still think I believe in the Eternal, the possibility of a Life that survives the last Breezes in these earthly Sails.

From tragedy and loss, I still Hope and Yearn even for the next Voyage when I’ve disembarked from this one. I no longer “Know it All”, but in a way… I still Hope and feel that there is, as one of my favorite Christian Artists sings, “More to this life, than living and dying. More than just trying to make it thru the day”.

I think this is what Melville is trying to say in these first few pages of a book most of us have never actually read and think is just about a White Whale and his obstinate hunter, Ahab. I’ll keep reading because there’s more than that here.

-mike

100 Word Wednesday: “Shes Gone”

Image by Cyranny

This will be a new weekly post 100 Word Wednesday. It’s a writing prompt meme by https://bikurgurl.com/2019/09/11/100-word-wednesday-week-137/ which invites others to share in the joys and creativity of micro fiction. I’ll let her explain:

How to participate? A few guidelines as we begin….

  1. Simply check my feed, or search the reader, for the 100WW or tag #100WW, post each Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook Feeds.
  2. Write your submission on your blog, Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook Feed and ping back to the weekly blog post. Feel free to use the image provided or your own. Please do credit the artist whose image we use — Links provided.
  3. I have not enabled automatic pingbacks due to a plethora of spam messages attempting to link up. Do feel free to also continue posting your links and I will enable your pingbacks as I check my blog. Thank you for understanding!!
  4. I’ll provide a Weekly Summary, or Windup, of posts on or by Tuesday; take the opportunity to read and comment on your fellow bloggers posts {keeping in mind to give each other grace and space}. I try to read them all and post your submission in the Weekly Windup.
  5. Have fun! I enjoy reading your challenge submissions!

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My entry for the week.

She was gone. He couldn’t believe it, but it was true. One moment he was waiting at the bottom of the steps noticing her bike still untouched from last Friday’s return from school, the next he found himself here staring into the eyes of the boy in the fountain who’s gaze was as motionless as his own.
“What now”, he asked himself as if he were the one surrounded by waters he could not part, as catatonic and immobile as the one he stared at. As if the boy would answer a question he himself hadn’t solved yet.
“She’s gone”.
(100 words)

-mike