In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”
A great teacher takes the hand of another
And teaches that person to become the future self
That person would like to become one day
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”
A great teacher takes the hand of another
And teaches that person to become the future self
That person would like to become one day
So many things I wish I could do better
Dancing and painting and writing love letters
Running and cycling and swimming, all three
But there is one thing I wish I could be
And that is to sing, and be a soul singer
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/i-have-confidence-in-me/
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Have Confidence in Me.”
There are a few things I am good at. I was good at mathematics at school. I loved it. I completed two years of math major at university, and received a degree in Computational & Applied Math. I love helping my children with their math homework. I love the numbers and patterns. I am a pattern type of person.
I am good at Application Development. But I am not confident. There is always something that has the power to trip me up. I have struggled with a few things when trying to integrate different systems. My husband can solve any problem. If you give my husband a problem he will solve it. I do not have that level of confidence. And it causes me a lot of stress and insecurity. I never considered myself a right-brained person. But perhaps I am, and that is why I stuggle so much with feelings of confidence. Currently I am on a sabbatical from work until the end of April. To have more time with my children, and to finish my book (it’s finished, hence my increased postings!)
I was terrible at languages at school. My language grades were always the lowest. With math the answer would be right or wrong. With literature I would have to guess what the poet meant when the poem was written. I hated having to decipher hidden meanings. Not my style. So I try and write simply. I lost all my confidence on a One-day poetry workshop. The more I learn about writing the less it makes me want to write. So decided in September I would write purely to comfort myself and to make myself happy. And am willing to share what I write. No more pressure than that.
Thank you for reading!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/just-a-dream/
I’m fleeing, need to escape
Further and further away
Until I see in front of me
Three doors – A, B and C
I look left and right
And then proceed straight ahead
Very cautiously
To see beyond the Door of B
Trees of peace, so lush and green
Air so fresh, very real to me
My nightmare is passed and
I am surrounded by a
Glorious Field of Dreams
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/in-loving-memory/
Mother of two
And wife of one
Loved while she lived
And we loved her
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”
If I had to choose
Five to be my company
My choices would be
My son for his great
Empathy, daughter for her
Passion, my husband
For his kindness, my
Mother-in-law and lastly
I would choose myself
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”
If I had to be the average of five people I would choose:
My husband for his kindness
My daughter for her passion
My son for empathy beyond his years
My mother-in-law who has sadly passed away, whose company I enjoyed greatly, and who accepted me as a daughter
And myself for authenticity, because who else can be me, but me?
And that makes five!
Thank you for reading!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”
What question do I hate to be asked?
When is my birthday?
Because I have two.
The day on which I was born (25th April)
And the day on which all my paperwork is recorded (24th April)
I celebrate on the 24th *because that’s what all my documentation says*
But as my mother would remind me every year, she gave birth to me and it happened on the 25th.
Confused, much?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
Every Saturday morning I read in bed. It is my time to read. I used to read a South African magazine called YOU (on my iPad because I can’t buy them in Sydney).
But now I read the Daily Prompt writers. With limited time I am not always able to read the other Daily Prompters, and my WordPress reader is filled with poetry. So Saturday morning is now reserved for Daily Prompt.
My very kind husband makes me tea when I wake up. My father used to bring me tea in bed every morning when I was a child. And when I married, my husband started doing the same. And then a short while later he makes Cappucino coffee for both of us. I am spoilt!
Thank you for reading!
P.S I am on AEST, so am already on Sunday morning
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.”
My flight arrived
I could see a glimpse
But could not leave to go
My heart started pounding
My belly started twisting
My nerves could take no more
I closed my eyes and made a wish
And wished myself very
Far away from there
The story of the fresh green apple can be found here:
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/02/06/apple-in-my-bag/