Today was a Short Story September masterclass and one of the writing prompts was based on the story by Irenosen Okojie ‘Kookaburra Sweet’. The whole masterclass was filled with fun writing prompts but this one was quite interesting and fun. Below is part of my first draft:
His head started turning slightly orange. Maybe it was the effect of the heat in this room while standing in the Garudasana, twisting his legs around each other and his arms around each other too. The orange was slowly spreading down his neck and down his body. At the same time, his head was turning bright orange and his whole body had now turned orange. She could see the fear in his eyes as he fell over to the side seemingly still stuck in the yoga position. He was starting to curl around on the floor now and still couldn’t seem to unravel himself.
Today I decided to write out my first draft of the short story Day 3 prompt. The prompt was to write a story using all the following words: slice, prawns, mango, paperclip, lips, red, water, boy, design, rose, bomb, appointment, love, years, peacock.
So here it is:
The ripe orange mango sat on the table tempting and teasing Riya as she ate her prawn curry and rice. Mum had said she can eat the mango for dessert if she ate everything on her plate.
I haven’t blogged for a long while and I feel like I’ve almost forgotten how to even write. Part of me feels like calling it a day but before I do, I’ve decided I’m going to try and blog every day in September even if it’s just a quote or picture or something small. I only made the decision today so I’ve already missed the first day which isn’t a good start but I’m going to try for the rest of the month.
Art Enthusiast London is based in London. The artist who has tutored on the classes we attended so far, Anastasia, has a studio in London. Before lockdown, these would only ever have taken place in London. From their bio, they do tours and classes for adults and children aged six plus.
While being in lock-down, I have found that there is so much time and yet I still feel restless.
However, time seems arbitrary. Going to sleep and waking up gets later and later and I hang onto the live online exercise sessions to get the day going. There’s no more needing to get up earlier and earlier so I can get everything that’s planned for the day done. No more trying to find a time to meet up with friends and family and wishing for less.
Even though I bought this book as soon as it came out, it took me a while to read it. I think the main reason I resisted was because the last book I read by Gabrielle Bernstein had so much food for thought that I felt like I needed the headspace to be ready to read this book.
Eventually I did start the book and then with the manifesting challenge coming up in January I decided I wanted to finish it before it started. The book was deeply thoughtful as expected.
A copy of the poem is below. I had originally re-blogged it but it somehow disappeared. There is a second part to this too which can be found on Kitty’s blog by following the lnk above.
And the people stayed home.
And they listened, and read books, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.
And they listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
And the people healed.
And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.
The last weekend we went out was the weekend beginning on Friday 6th March 2020. That weekend we went to see the show Billionaire Boy on Friday, we went to a party on Saturday in the Midlands and also saw my mum and grandparents that weekend. Sunday we went out to eat and saw the light show in the town centre. On 11th March 2020, WHO declared coronavirus a pandemic.
At the beginning of March we went to see David Walliams’ Billionaire Boy live on stage at DeMontfort Hall. I’ve not read the book but I know my eldest daughter loves his book so I decided to book it and see what happens.
It was fantastic! Spoiler alert in case you’ve not read the book either. It was about a boy whose dad had become rich selling a unique type of toilet paper called bumfresh. Very apt considering the toilet paper shortages at the moment. Only problem was that the boy, Joe was lonely and just wanted a friend and to be normal.