Once Upon a Time…

Once upon a time, there was a royal newlywed who lived in a castle nestled in the forest nearby a glistening lake. The beloved couple ruled over the kingdom to the best of their ability honoring the previous leaders who recently passed away. The king and queen were deeply in love, but for reasons unexplained, they had difficulty bearing children.

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They decided to visit a village of fairies who lived within a grove of jacaranda trees near a majestic waterfall. There was one famed fairy, in particular, who could help them with their barrenness, and her name was Florence.

The royal couple packed for food and supplies for a day’s trek, saddled their horses, and ventured out into the forest. The cool breeze whipped around them as their steeds galloped onto the soft ground. They smiled at each other the moment they listened to the resounding sound of the waterfall swishing on the boulders.

The jacaranda trees were a sight to behold! Lavender blossoms gently fell about them as the fairies warmly greeted the king and queen. One of the fairies welcomed the couple into her home, and put on the tea kettle. “How can we help you?”

Blessed by her hospitality, the queen smiled. “We’re looking for a fairy named Florence. My husband and I are in need of her assistance.” The fairy gazed at the queen thoughtfully for the briefest of moments before she left to fetch Florence.

The king clasped the queen’s clammy hands as they waited, “We will be fine, I’m sure.” The queen gazed at his hazelnut eyes warmed by the twinkle in his eyes and his reassurance.

“NOW…. who is need of my assistance?”

The queen was startled by a loud, sing-song voice. The couple turned around taking in the sight of Florence. Her hair was a brilliant shade of ultraviolet which framed a lovely heart-shaped face. Her crooked nose was accompanied by a gleaming broad smile.

Breaking out of a trance, the king introduced themselves. “My wife and I are having difficulty bearing children, but we would love to raise a family someday.” Florence nodded in understanding, “You came to the right fairy. I can help you with that!”

In her satchel, she took out some magical blackberries she harvested while searching for various herbs. She mashed them in a bowl and poured special nectar on them to mix. She gave the concoction to the king and queen, “Here you go! Drink this, and it will grant your dreams.”

The couple was willing to be open to various possibilities, and obediently they drank the delicious drink excited by what will unfold in the coming months.

#FFFC – A Singular Flight of Fancy

Kieu just got back from a long day at work, and she was exhausted.

She draped some fabric she bought on the stand and tossed the chiffon on the sofa as she walked into the room.

Kieu shed her work clothes. She lifted her face shield and took off her mask. She felt a tad bit lighter. There was a sort of freedom she experienced while being in the nude. Her girlfriend was still out running errands. She cracked the window open and welcomed the summer breeze into the stuffy room.

The AC hasn’t been working for the past couple of months. She hasn’t gotten around to fixing it. During the pandemic, she was afraid to call a professional to stop by and replace it. She decided to cut this one expense this season. She figured her and her girlfriend will survive. They’ve been through worse. Bills were piling up, and life has been so busy, anyway.

The sofa looked appealing and was inviting her to rest. Kieu wrapped herself in the chiffon fabric as she sat down. She closed her eyes and rested her face between her legs. She curled into a cat yoga pose, and stretched all the tense muscles in her back. Taking a deep inhale, she held the pose for a satisfying long minute before exhaling and releasing anxious thoughts.

Time for her daily mind dump!

Earlier this afternoon, she noticed a window display at a boutique while walking back to her home. Kieu gazed at a stunning white chiffon dress on a mannequin. The price tag could not keep her eyes away from the lovely design. She marveled at the layers of cascading ruffles. Light and airy, it was a heavenly dream dress.

She wanted it, but her budget begged for another solution. “Fine, Budget, I see how it is! But…..where there is a will, there is a way!” The image of the dress was engraved in her mind. She stopped by the fabric shop and bought several yards of fabric.

Kieu opened her eyes.

This must not remain a pipe dream.

#FOTD- A Fairy’s Birthday

Frantically flying throughout the yard,
Rosina, the fairy, is about to celebrate her friend’s birthday
Surprise party within the delicate petals
Rosina finished decorating the haven
Her magical dust enhancing the fragrance
Flitting from one bloom in the middle to the next
First an orange, then a yellow, and finally a magenta
Picking up all of her friends and family members last minute
Lively conversation among the giggling females
Settling on the brilliant aster residence
All of the sudden, Kara bursted onto the luscious field
blowing magical fireworks into the air
Known as the loose cannon of the bunch
Her sillage easily recognizable from her sparks!

In response to prompts:

Greenhouse

09.05.18
Dream: One of my coworkers and another girl helped me put on Christmas lights on a huge metal white arch cylindrical structure next to a large white house in the middle of a countryside. The arch reminded me of a skeleton of a greenhouse. They wanted to celebrate a special occasion.

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I woke up feeling good. Perhaps, a greenhouse is in my future? 😀

I love greenhouses and all the wonderful plants they can contain. I remember when a former art teacher told us to draw or paint what our dream house would look like. My classmates got into all sorts of details about the house: rooms, decorations, features.

Thinking back, I focused on drawing more of the landscaping around the house than the actual house itself. I remember plotting down a green house in the back corner of the back yard near a fountain and a man made river.

Last year, I was really fascinated by the concept of hydroponics which is essentially the process of growing plants without soil, and zero-waste initiatives. There is an interesting article about a town in Japan’s zero-waste policy. There are so many different categories for waste. This Japanese Town Shows How ‘Zero Waste’ Is Done | Kamikatsu

I had one heck of a workout today. My legs are sore from jumping rope for 30 minutes while watching a movie “The Monuments Men”. Every time I stopped, I would do 20 squats. So I started to jump rope again after watching this amazing jump roper on YouTube one day. Jump Rope Girl | Adrienn Banhegy 

It’s the same feeling I get when I watch the summer and winter Olympics. Seeing these extraordinary athletes, makes me feel motivated to accomplish something beyond my limitations. I had some delicious pasta salad filled with olives, chickpeas, bell peppers, and cucumbers. In addition, I had fish and baked fries.

Afterwards, I was obviously pumped to go about my day, I was determined to clean out the clutter in my room. I donated lots of clothes, purses, and blankets). I found some pretty, unused stationery that I haven’t used, and decided to use it for Amnesty International and letters for orphans.

 

Temple Cleanup

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Dream: Volunteer Director, Amelia, from the Esperanza Peace and Justice Center expressed her appreciation as I participated in the annual city’s clean up day. I was assigned to a local Theravada Buddhist temple who needed help cleaning up some rooms. I told her that I’ll do my best. She gave me a tender look, “I expect nothing less from you”.

When I arrived at the temple, I was in awe of the splendor of the buildings, the gardens, and the koi fish-filled fountains. Monks clad in orange civaras scurried about the courtyard alongside the central peace garden carrying plants and food back and forth. One monk took notice of me and looked relieved, “Hello Sa! You’re here!” He immediately gave me a heavy duty industrial broom and walked me over to the prayer room. We arrived at two large ornate doors, and I felt a little concerned when he said two foreboding words with a gentle smile, “GOOD LUCK!”

I pushed the heavy doors open, and entered a large open space with deep plush red carpet. There was an open balcony in front of me supported by navy and gold columns. Golden wooden planks graced the ceiling. I noticed some adorable children playing with some toys and coloring in some books. Taking three deep breaths, I gave myself a short pep talk, “Okay, I can handle this. They are not the opposition here.”

At that precise moment, they suddenly start charging at me as if they were football players going in for their prize, and tearing their coloring books into the air leaving me with a mountain of a mess. Like a linebacker, I blasted through and held my ground before I got trampled. I never thought I would appreciate the tips I received from my quarterback friend back in high school as much as I did now. “I thought this was a prayer room, not a recreation center!!!”

Yes, adorable athletic little gremlins.  For as much as I enjoyed babysitting children in the past, the accumulative conniption resulting from unfocused excess energy taught me two important lessons. 

  1. Teach your kids how to pray, how to meditate, and the importance of being still. If they are still slow to learn how to do this, then…..
  2. Enroll them in a martial arts/dance/sports class that will leave them tired by the end of the day.

After I finished sweeping, I decide to linger in the room to give myself a short break before calling it a day. A news reporter was tracking the progress of all the city’s clean up sites and stopped by the prayer room. She decided to connect with me after took the and interviewed me on the spot. 

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Nothing can compare to the satisfaction felt during a Daily Word Prompt Mega Challenge.

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Splendor
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/04/your-daily-word-prompt-splendor-august-4th-2018/

In response to the Daily Word Prompt: Linger
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/08/your-daily-word-prompt-linger-august-8th-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Expect
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/09/your-daily-word-prompt-expect-august-9th-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Conniption
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/21/your-daily-word-prompt-conniption-august-21st-2018/ 

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Adorable
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/your-daily-word-prompt-adorable-august-22nd-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Connect
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/your-daily-word-prompt-connect-august-23rd-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Opposition
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/26/your-daily-word-prompt-opposition-august-26th-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Appreciation
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/02/your-daily-word-prompt-Appreciation-september-2nd-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Alongside
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/08/your-daily-word-prompt-alongside-september-8th-2018/

In response to Daily Word Prompt: Industrial
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/09/your-daily-word-prompt-industrial-september-9th-2018/

The Renowned Duo

mm1The rosy hues of dawn gradually transformed into shades of blue. The sun began to illuminate the cerulean sky that was flecked with white clouds. Eliza Corlanke took a look around the mystical St. Kateri Tekakwitha University campus as she began to set up and decorate her booth for the fall festival. She was studying for a masters in business administration at St. Kateri’s school of business and was grateful for the relaxing day. Rays of the sunrise created the sensation of luminescent leaves on the trees that graced the sidewalks. Brilliant shades of red, orange, gold, and brown nourished the campus in a warm morning glow. Playful stone angels peered down at her from the top of the buildings. Despite their empty gazes, they seemed to frolic with the cardinals and blue jays that made their homes here in Stonington, Maine. The squirrels, long-time residents of St. Kateri, were unfazed by all of the vendors setting up  their booths as they gathered acorns and nuts from the forest and chattered amongst themselves.

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Unlike St. Kateri’s comfortable furry residents, Eliza recently moved into town from Los Angeles, California, upon learning that her grandmother recently passed away and decided to study at St. Kateri’s, her grandmother’s alma mater. Snug in her favorite studded black leather jacket, she gently placed her pink hair behind her ears as she began to unpack the box filled with bold colored scarves, shimmering shawls, and spunky little ornaments that she crocheted throughout the year.  After she folded the scarves onto the display tables, she began to hang up her jewelry on her metal racks. Her delicate facial features hid a resolve to overcome many challenges, an unconventional, resourceful mindset, and behind her tough demeanor was a heart of gold. Eliza’s shop was popular in  the conservative town Stonington, Maine where the winters were below freezing. Many of her creations attracted many families and tourists to shop for gifts and souvenirs. The elderly stopped by after their morning walks with their dogs and bought some crocheted doilies for their paperweights and bookmarks for their friends. Teenagers stopped by after school and began to set new trends with her jewelry. She hung her ornaments on the wooden right side plank of her booth and suddenly observed her neighbors in the booth next to hers.

A man and woman were dressed in vermilion velvet robes that reached their feet. Their waists were cinched with braided golden ropes. The tassels dangled from their belts as they took out decorations for their booth. The woman’s long jet black hair swayed with the gentle morning breeze. Her stoic expression was difficult to read as she took out various crystals. She spoke a few words to the man next to her and the man surprisingly let out a hearty laugh. Her fingers combed through his tousled ginger-colored hair, and he pulled his forehead towards hers as they share an inside joke. “So, it looks like she DOES have a sense of humor!”, Eliza thought. Suddenly aware that someone was watching, the woman looked up and her green eyes locked with Eliza’s. Like a deer in headlights, Eliza dropped her crocheted fox ornament, and stopped in her tracks. Alert by his partner’s change in expression, the man looked up as well, but immediately relaxed as he was bemused by Eliza’s gawking face. He gave Eliza a friendly wave that snapped Eliza out of the locked gaze.  

The man walked over to Eliza’s booth and introduced himself, “Hello there! I’m Ciaran and this is my wife, Aileen!” His warm handshake energized Eliza’s cold hands on a cool autumn day, and his sapphire blue eyes gazed at her with curiosity. Aileen resumed her stoic expression but gave a curt wave nevertheless and followed her husband towards Eliza’s booth. Eliza was just as fascinated by this couple. Eager to continue breaking the ice in the conversation, Eliza invited Ciaran and Aileen around to display table, “Welcome to my shop, the Crimson Passerine!”

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Aileen suddenly inquisitive after peering at Eliza’s eclectic collection of crystal jewelry, asked Eliza the origins of the name of her shop. Eliza paused to recollect her adventures in Peru. Eliza laughed, “Well, I was hiking with a tour group in the Andean cloud forests of Peru five summers ago. I took my binoculars out to get a closer look of this bright crimson bird that looked like it had a large mullet, and asked the tour guide if he knew what the name of this bird was. Smiling at the prime opportunity, the tour guide loudly told everyone in our group, “Everyone, Eliza has just witnessed our national bird from the passerine family, the Andean Cock-of-the-Rock!” Embarrassed, I imagine my face turned into the color of my hair here as the adults in our group chuckled aloud while the teenagers and children roared with laughter. Captivated by the sight of that bird and my experiences in Peru, I decided to name my shop the Crimson Passerine to symbolize the bright new horizons I was exploring in my craft. Pardon my moment of inappropriateness, but for some reason, I think naming my shop The Crimson Cock-of-the-Rock would have been misleading and attract another sort of clientele that will be looking for products I DON’T have. “

Intently listening to Eliza’s story, Ciaran failed to suppress his laughter, gave his wife a flirtatious look, poked at his wife’s shoulder, and nudged her. Aileen’s stoicism melted away as she slowly smiled, “Well, Eliza! That’s quite a unique story you have behind the origins of the name of your business. Tell you what, for your entertaining story, why don’t I give you a complimentary fortune before the crowds arrive for the festival?” 

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Eliza was slightly puzzled and joked, “I take it you’re not going to give me a million dollar inheritance anytime soon.” Ciaran laughed again and explained, “No, my wife’s day job as a business/forecast analyst, a type of economics specialist, can be quite stressful. So, she likes to be a fortune teller on our days off and occasionally we will create a booth for fortune telling at a variety of events like this festival here. She really relishes the time to relax at venues like this. ” Eliza was somewhat relieved that Ciaran mentioned this fact of Aileen’s life. They suddenly felt more down-to-earth and approachable. Aileen beckoned Eliza to come on over to her and Ciaran’s booth.

As she pulled back the dark curtains, Eliza was momentarily transfixed by the contrasting décor. She took a seat on a soft floral chintz chair. The table separating Aileen and Eliza was covered in a blue and white chevron pattern tablecloth. On top of the table were two golden lamps on either side and a crystal ball in the center. “Okay Eliza, I sense that you’re feeling apprehensive, but I want you to take a deep breath and relax. It’s not like I’m going to prognosticate how you’re going to die or anything like that.” Ciaran stood behind his wife massaging her shoulders as they waited for two whole minutes. Eliza wished the tension in her own shoulders will disappear.

All of the sudden, Aileen’s green eyes became blank and the crystal ball featured a burning bridge, and she spoke in a monotone voice, “SHE REMEMBERS BRIDGES, BURNS THEM TO THE GROUND. RESURRECT THOSE BRIDGES WITH AN ANCIENT GLANCE. ALL THE STONES THAT ARE THROWN ARE BUILDING UP A WALL. THE BITTER TASTE IS CUMBERSOME.” Eliza looked at Ciaran who glanced at Aileen surprised by this uncharacteristic deadpan voice. Aileen regained consciousness and said, “Eliza, there’s a relationship in your life that you need to mend. There’s a way you can critique an aspect of this relationship without being completely hostile. If all goes well, this individual will soon become your business partner.”

Part 2 – A Trip Down Memory Lane

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“I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can’t seem to bring her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground”
-Lyrics from Seven Mary Three’s song Cumbersome
Seven Mary Three’s Song | Cumbersome

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In response to Maniac Monday’s 3 way prompt:
https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/09/10/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-stoic/

In response to the daily prompt: cerulean
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/20/your-daily-word-prompt-Cerulean-august-20th-2018/

In response to the daily prompt: prognosticate https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/28/your-daily-word-prompt-prognosticate-august-28th-2018/

In response to the daily prompt: illuminate
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/07/your-daily-word-prompt-illuminate-september-7th-2018/