SoCS Saturday- 5/28/22 Our Trials

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “trail/trial.” Use one, use both, use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!

To sweep the event that has shaken all of us into an ‘isolated safe space’ as we enjoy our hard-fought freedoms with loved ones this Memorial Day Weekend, would be easier, and possibly more humane, than bringing it up but this weekend, after all, is made possible because of loss.
I’m not interested in applying a corkscrew to every broken heart with horrific details like the shameless media. I want to address how we humans have the capacity to rise above grief for an outcome that animals cannot.
The best athletes have a tool that not everyone develops. They know how to compartmentalize emotional pressures in order to bring forth their gifts and skill. We all know the phrase “they choked”. That describes any activity where a human being is overcome emotionally to the point of it affecting the ability to do his ‘best’. Hey… we all choke sometimes. We’re human.
Many folks have also developed a similar tool when it comes to critical thought and problem solving. That ability alone separates us from all other creatures. To unemotionally examine our problems, according to expansive investigation, grants us an incredible survival advantage. We need not repeat mistakes in order to learn to avoid danger.
Not every human can do this. Emotions are powerful and necessary. Our emotions actually serve us well in decision making in tandem with critical thought. We’re not robots and that’s our most crucial gift. We can figure out how to improve AND apply humanity.
I’m afraid humans have either failed to inspire critical thought skills in each new generation or our species has somehow had that ability erased from our DNA. For some reason hearts are currently ruling more often than heads. Our media surely has caught on. Tugging at heartstrings is a far better business model than investigating facts.
Those who are unable to ‘deal’ beyond emotion have become hecklers to those who care so much they want to prevent, rather than cure, troubles. News Flash: troubles almost never have a single cause nor a binary solution, yet the hecklers reduce every tragedy to that immature level. I’d wish they’d stop that!
I wonder if they actually care or just want others to see them as “those who care”?

It’s understandable if you’re numb with grief or if you feel confused and helpless but PLEASE stop demonizing everyone else awaiting factual information or blaming people who aren’t ‘the cause’ (i.e., the NRA, Republicans, the Founding Fathers…), you look foolish. Grow up or kindly just get out of the way.
Our trials desperately need critical analysis or the trail of human existence, most certainly, will be short.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend!
A salute to all who have perished so that we might learn, love, and thrive another day.


SoCS- 4/2/22 Tip- Pursuit of Truth

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tip.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!

“That’s only the tip of the iceberg.” seems a pertinent saying these days. There’s so much truth in that.
I find so many answers in nature. For me, it’s the most reliable source to explain all the complicated and over-complicated troubles we have.
There’s quite often far more to every consideration than we can ‘see’. It seems, nowadays, that what we are seeing isn’t even real anymore. The propensity for lying has grown. I wonder if that’s just because liars have more visibility in our mass media? I hate to think people have grown less ethical overall. But I think there is one area where lying has become widespread. Lying to ourselves has become overwhelmingly acceptable.
Like, who’s going to know? Why would that matter?
Well, you’ll know deep down, or worse, you’ll get so comfortable with fooling yourself it will become second nature.
I sound crazy, right? How would I know? Well, I don’t actually know. But following a stream of consciousness is an exploration not a diagnosis.
There seems to be a lack of critical thought going on. Thinking things through is not only ‘hard’, but also time consuming. So, what has seemed to replace it are our feelings. Each are great. Neither are reliable on their own. If your priority is ‘the truth’, it seems wise to remember that.
Feelings can be manipulated. I’d even venture to say, “the ‘nicer’ the person, the easier they can be fooled.”. There’s no shame in that. The tragedy begins when he/she doesn’t learn from being fooled.
Feelings are great! They trigger our instincts. Instincts are our smoke alarms. Sometimes there’s a fire and sometimes the batteries need to be changed. Fools are the ones who don’t take the time to find out.
Happy Saturday! Don’t take any wooden nickels friends.

https://lindaghill.com/2022/04/01/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-2-2022/

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #146

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If this week’s image inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post. I hope it will generate some great posts.

Making a Difference

Charly (short for Charlotte) had known Joshua for six years. He had become like an Uncle to her.
She happened upon his small homestead when she was six. One, of many times, she ignored her parents’ warnings to stay on the paths and within range of a ‘holler”.

Joshua was a grizzly old fellow who wasn’t very happy to receive visitors, at first, but the precocious child had him chuckling before their first encounter ended. He wasn’t actually as old as he appeared to the child but, at fifty-five, his unkempt greying beard and hair made him ‘an ancient’ in her eyes.

Their visits became precious to them both. Charly was an only child and Joshua hadn’t understood his own loneliness until his anticipation of those visits became his greatest joy.

What each of them learned from one another, these last six years, would have made a heartwarming novel.

Charly learned to ‘see’ the woods. Joshua taught her about all the signs and sounds that most untrained eyes, and ears, would completely miss. Charly asked one question after the other earning the pet name “Charly Chatterbox” from her mentor. Joshua was given the gift of wonder from Charly. As he explained Nature, and even his life, Charly’s questions opened him up to new ‘meaning’ inspired by her endless, “Whys?”.

Today was Charly’s 12th birthday and spending part of it with her dear friend was a must. The new snow made her trek a slow one. But as she moved, she could now ‘read’ the woods. A mound of turkey feathers held a story. It was a new kill. The progression of scattering and consumption was small. Blood spatter made it the evident ‘kill sight’. The footprints indicated the predator had been a bobcat but there was also evidence of an opportunist in the form of fox prints. She suspected the cat was a female because it appeared that she abandoned the kill too soon. Joshua told her that the mother often tears off food to bring to her kittens first, then returns. Charly eyed the wide perimeter beyond the kill.
“Yep, there’s the Mama in the pines. Don’t worry lady, I won’t take any.”
Then she moved along to Joshua’s cabin.
He was there sitting beside a fire with a smirk on his face.
“Happy Birthday Charly Chatterbox!”
She sat down beside him. Then he gently opened her a hand to place a hand-carved wooden charm, a perfect likeness of his cabin, in her palm. As she fingered it, tears ran down her face.
“This is beautiful! I’ll treasure it always.”
Then she wrapped her arms around the man almost tipping him over.
Next, Charly cleared her throat and told Joshua that she wouldn’t be visiting as often, soon.
Her Mom and Dad were sending her to a boarding school for ‘refinement’.
Joshua only nodded because he knew this day would come.

Charly visited when she could on school vacations then went to college keeping ‘in touch’ with Joshua through letters. He never wrote back but that was okay. She knew he wouldn’t.

Today, sitting in her CSI office as a lead investigator, she fondled the wooden charm that she still wore, around her neck, on a leather cord.
“Joshua, I’m going to need your help on this one.” Then she kissed the charm and returned to carefully examining the crime scene clues, laid out before her, just like she had learned when she was taught to ‘see’ in the woods.

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/11/29/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-146/