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Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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STOP!! Saturation Infatuation.

Julie Ainger

Stop.Please. While the airwaves project the strong and the able to run end zone to end zone. With the brutality and strength of the sidelines hits that no one can honestly listen to without hearing the brutality of the collision.The rest.Are left to “pull up the slack.”The long haul is under assault.The ground breaking familial and familiarity is under assault.While we watch the other eat our burgers, and chips and spice this and spicy that. People. Are dying.And we are too busy to have noticed.The efforts.The extremes.The all important ques...

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Who, Me?

Julie Ainger

Honestly,There are days when the groups of heads on the playground seems like a bobble head of impossible choices and “I dunno’s”My head swings back and forth, like a pendulum’s never ending sway.The tiny voice in my heads asks the other side of my head to make a friggin’ decision.So, fearfully I lift my chin up from my chest and look around.”Do I belong there?”I wonder.Or.”Do I belong over there?”I ponder.Or.”Who is most like me I ask myself.”I shrug my shoulders as if to try and answer to myself.Or”Who is least like me?I question.”Who shou...

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Yes. He. Is.

Julie Ainger

Yes. He. Can.In the meantime.Our faults and our failings drive the (excuse me for the unintended or manufactured “trite-ness”).The apple cart.Ugh.We have been here so, so, so, so, (so) many moments before.Yet.Here.We are.Again.Soft and breezy.Light and whatever….Watching the rounds on the tube of the gobbles and hangry….Well. At least “round these parts” this offer is penetrating our “noodles” with incessant imagery and images and “likenesses.”While some. Are standing in the bread lines. Awaiting their big moment in life. Others are wonderin...

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Times have changed. The Promised Land.

Julie Ainger

A rolling stone gathers no moss.Freedom.Has a cost.Free to be you and me.Has a cost.Going back in time looks and feels strangely familiar.As before.One way or another……..Foolish as we are, we think and pretend to cheat, skirt, the way the system operates.We think so, “ short skirt and short term” simultaneously.Thank God.He knows our hearts. And. Every circulating thought we have and may share. Before. Now. And After. To Him. The order makes little difference because He knows the outcome of intentions.”A rolling stone gathers no moss.” sa.Ye...

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A lie has speed but the truth has endurance.

Julie Ainger

We spend endless hours and endless days hiding behind the consequences of a truth or a version of it anyway.When a lifetime of passing the baton of another’s misfortune sneaks up one day and blows the lie to smithereens. The pieces of the lies float down like ashes of a past not dealt with properly. A sadness of a life well lived and the tentacles that kept hovering to draw goodness into badness. Sadly, the ashes never dissipated completely and the little flickers of misfortune appear from time to time as the opportunists stand in line to wa...

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Sacred or Scared.

Julie Ainger

Which are you?Outrageously crazy in love with all that is weird or weirdly and outrageously crazy in love.Theft, misuse and desecration is a practice of those who do not make or take the time to behave in the eyes of Him.Who. What. When. Where. Why. How.Come all ye faithful.Using Him as a means to an end may be as illegal as the pics and the songs and the beating’ thumping bibles.The celebrator or the faker of all that is celebratory.Yeah,🎂Hurray!Or Yet and Still.Another.Distraction.In the year 2025.9/10ths of the law?Legal.Here.Legal. There...

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Hidden time. Olam. And. Before and After.

Julie Ainger

“Taking the blinders off.”Our boastful and over-confident selves often scoff at this notion. After all, we know better, right? Seeing beyond the narrow perspective and extensions of our own limitations leaves us thirsty for more……Of the same?Of the different?We seek inspiration in the darndest of places sugar coating the message to not test ourselves but to test the resolve others may be having in themselves, or us, or who knows? 1+1=2. Yes.1+ 1/2 + 1/2 = 2. Yes. Also.1/2+ 1/2+ 1/2+ 1/2= 2. Yes. That too. There are many, many ways to “get th...

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Take two and call me in the morning.

Julie Ainger

Ugh. Where there is a will, there is a way to live and see another torpid day. The torpedo hands us a blow. And a clue may be blowin’ in the wind.The legs move, the hands move, and at the same time it feels like someone else is doing it all for us. We are here, in our bodies, on earth with gravity pulling us down. The result, for a select few, for some is a sensitivity beyond comprehension and an accompanying astute awareness that there is much, much more circulating and circumambulating in our aura. This is both a good and bad occurrence as...

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Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

Julie Ainger

🔥Tongues of flame. Tongues wagging.Your presence in the present is a present of presence.Say ten times fast and see you in the morning!For another round of the unfathomable. The divine. The unbelieveable.Do the crime, do the time. His mercy endures beyond our frailties and most people believe what they wanna believe. What suits their needs in the ever presence of His presence.He is always there, even when our awareness is not. He chooses the how and the when He will reveal himself to us. We may get bowled over by the moment, fall flat on our...

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Stand by your Man.

Julie Ainger

Please. Ladies. Stop! Stop it!Ladies. Do not get your undies in a bungee. Girls take a breath.”Just say corn.” NO. Not that. The old definition of the concept—Relax. Take a breath. It’ll be o.k. Flirting is for amateurs. Dislaimer. I am one too. A girl. Well, an old girl. And. Before the cats come out of the woodworks ready for an eye scratching all out brawl and duel. We are all “in this” together. Kind of? Depends on… you. It is not certain the year we became the frenemies and the enemies and the partner stealing maniacs in order to preten...

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Later, tater.

Julie Ainger

Potato, Potato.Tomato, Tomato.Two sides of the same coin when flipped are deceit and deception. What becomes of choice.He provides.The “rest” is a chaotic stream of consciousness.Thank God warriors still exist. In our consciousness. In the world. Who have paid the dues.We bat. We ball.We sit.We crawl.All in an effort to see another day. There must be more to life than a day spent playing back up.We oftentimes, cannot grasp the importance of a moment. The moment Henis the role model who has been right before our eyes. Even better, when a hum...

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Zero to ninety from apathy to exploding tendencies. From me to you. With love of course

Julie Ainger

Ever wonder?Ever wonder about the what and why and how and the older we get (By God’s good grace, of course),The less able.The less able we are to move, drop it like it’s hot, and pick up a simple balled up piece of tissue that has fallen on the floor? It takes longer to get up, get down and many easy-peasy used-to-be activities in between.We used to be able to bump and grind with the best of ‘em. Now? We bump into persons, places and things and cannot remember how we got there. Or here. Or what just happened. The bruises are the receipt tha...

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Start at the Heartbeat

Julie Ainger

The year? Around the early 2000’s.The year a communication tool, a machine called an “answering machine” was a house assistant to all incoming messages. A handy little desktop block of a box that would record incoming message from the outside world—friends, foes, solicitors, and wrong numbers. Sometimes the dreaded hang up. If one was really rich and wealthy in all things technical, there was even a “Caller ID (identification) wherein the number would tell the receiver, the us, who was calling. If you were good at remembering numbers, that i...

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“Get crackin’”

Julie Ainger

When the dark days seem to loom day after day after day and the weeks turn into months into years, and there is hard work to get to….hard work that needs to happen.Get crackin’.The sun will come up tomorrow, Even if it chooses to hide behind the clouds for a day or two. That, right there, says a lot. About the strength of positivity and light. Gotta remember, that even the sun needs to hide behind a friend or two before it can shine brightly in its own right, in its own might.☀️💪🏻 Nothing is more powerful. No ball is more beautiful than the ...

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I Forgot

Julie Ainger

I forgot.To remember.Too often, I struggled to remember.Then.I remembered to forget.The distractions came and went. Come and go. Desperately keeping track with darting looks over my shoulder at the noise and the gossipy pointed fingers at me. When will it stop?When will they stop?Competition was the name of the game.I was buried alive. More than once. More than twice. Lack of focus? Hah, I was so focused I forgot my own name. Everyone knew. No one did a thing. The gravy train was much too delicious and I was an inconvenience. Crazy nuance or...

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