Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Solidarity and Solid Clarity.” by Julie Ainger

Let your conscience be your guide.Solidarity.Solid.Clarity.Solid Clarity.Yes.Wonder and emotion converses with cooperation for salvation. (pf).Yes.I will help.Yes.I will carry.Yes.Even if and when at times when I am called to the center of history,it hurts.Called to carry the weight of the world.Yes.Destiny placed in good hands.(pf)Immaculate entirely with the service of God. No resistance. Nothing that opposes truth and charity.Yes.Immaculate gives us our salvation.It is a mystery. Yes. Life is a mystery. Yes.This life down here, our lives ...

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“Pardon me boys? Is that the cat who chewed your new shoe…..?” by Julie Ainger

I think most all of us are guilty.Of hearing what we want to hear.Instead of what we need to hear.Inconvenient truths run rampant in The Land of Ego-ria.We are so, so certain we are right. We can only hear that you are wrong.Rose-colored glasses a perfect fit? Or. Rose colored glasses be damned.No need to worry about smelling the rat when the mice have all been eaten. Alive.As humans, we stupidly resort to less than honorable tactics. We bob and weave, duck and hide, belly up to the bar, all in an effort to escape. Most of the time, from our...

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“Clue-y and the cues” by Julie Ainger

Stay awakeBe alertThe answer is right in front of you.Hope.I know. I know. Some of us run for the hill at the mere thought. And. so did Clue-y. Clue-y was getting tired, exhausted even.He tells us for our hearts to not grow drowsy. Cluey does, run for the hills, in moments of despair and fear and worry. Instead of patiently awaiting for the Son of Man. Clue-y runs in circles, like a hamster on a hamster wheel and instead of productivity with a cheerful heart, he runs himself ragged. When justice is not handle properly in the first place it c...

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“Hands in the cookie jar” by Julie Ainger

Yum. Yum. Yum.The only telling sign?Crumbs.Cut to size. Cut to purpose. Altered states. Altered to make it suitable for a particular purpose. (cd) Anybody’s guess. Anybody’s guise. Humbled but not yet enough to admit wrongdoing. In purgatorial holding until one or another-breaks. Broken into pieces. Broken down to size. To fit other deserving or undeserving.Be cursed with, be cut to size.Starved.With the charm of a wink and a smile, a batted-eye blink and contributing confining bile. Encouraged by the encouragement of the enemy, the frenemy...

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“The one that got away” by Julie Ainger

Handwritten honesty. Came one day. Years later. In the form of an admission of guilt, wrongdoing. A cry for help. Too late for some. Just in time for others. The words on the crisp, white paper meant that the past occurred. No denial of the facts could erase the possibility of a reconciliation.The only way out was to run. No one was listening anyway. Was the letter of words on a page of paper an attempt to get to the “bottom” of it. Or an attempt to right the wrongs when no one else would listed to the hurt. To the silence of what was. And. ...

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“The Outcast. It takes two to tango.” by Julie Ainger

Rules are made to be broken.Injustice breaks the rules.Courage rebuilds them.Inclusively. Of course. What is good for the goose is good for the gander, eh? Over reach has its ways of embedment, triangulation, enmeshment. What is good for thee is not for me. Maybe. Maybe not.Right? I thought so.Or. I thought not.Do the crime. Do the time and other non denominational ways of proving a point. Proving the proof is in the pudding. The gloppy and sloppy pudding. Drippy, sippy and yum, yum, yum.Sometimes the truth is not found easily.Sometimes it i...

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“ToTo Too? Growing pains. Growing older.” by Julie Ainger

Hint.No two are alike.Word on the street is they understand approximately 200 words.Their mere presence helps to improve relationships with the people in your life.When it is time for them to go home, it is one of the worst times of life.Fill in the blank_______________If we are lucky enough to hang out with them, life moves at a steadier pace of give and take. The day is just, better. No. Not every person loves them and yet they would lay down their life for that person, too. The attachment factor is deep. Soul and growth guiding. Growing p...

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“When Big Love Is Required. ” by Julie Ainger

What approach will do?Differences make us who we are.Similarities make us feel familiar.Even twins are not the same.Banging one’s head on the door. Again. And Again.Hurts.When love is tough, love is tough. When tough love doesn’t get the job done, make “it” work, at all costs, what is left to do?Approaching a person, place or thing with love in mind can hold one hostage to the whims of a person who does or does not understand. Or care. Or prefer someone or something else. Lack of love. Left feeling in place or out of place. Who knows? Who en...

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“Submission+Surrender+Belief=Trust. Gain of Function and the Changing of the Guard” by Julie Ainger

I just didn’t get it.In the moment. It took time to swirl around the open space between my ears👂🏻😊🦻🏻.When we see what we want to see, or cannot stop seeing what is right in front of us, life becomes mumbo jumbo.Add in the sour ingredients: The addition of memories and tragedies and evasive aversions. The conundrum of life takes on a life of its own. New conditions replace the old conditions in ways and of service for some and dis-service to others.Gain of function and the changing of the guard.Dear God. Haven’t we been in this place before? ...

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“Money Hungry” by Julie Ainger

Well.Today is the day.Or.Is it the day?A day of decision.Or.A day of derision.And.Will we ever really know. What happened.From west coast to east coast, north and south. The collective voices were silenced and given humdingers of words, these past few months. That is for certain.Who you believe is what this day is really and deeply all about.After all. We are who we are.In the bigger picture ask not what they can do for you. Ask what you can do for Him.Take it from there.The money has already been spent.Will you spend your precious time on t...

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“Whiskey, Wine, Winning and Wonderings. Deals with the Devil?” by Julie Ainger

We. As believers. Are born this way.We believe in something, someone other than ourselves.We just aren’t sure who or what it is all the time, in every moment.Tough love is, well, tough.So.We journey on.We drink.We eat.We sit. At the table with “others” who we think we need to in orderto get from here to there. Provided we knowingly know what is happening.We forget.Forget someone has been sitting alone for a long, long time. We ignore the hurts and habits and we slam another shot with our “others”. This family, we think, is our substitute he...

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“Broken Voices” by Julie Ainger

A math equation.Philosophically speaking, of course?Here we go:True or False.Challenges of realties = Fate is resourceful.🙂True or False.Geometry is harder than Algebra.True or False.Trigonometry is harder than Geometry.Perhaps you may have “preferred” a different situation, a different equation.Numbers, can be security. Then again. Sometimes, not.Depends upon how quickly you cry in the moment? How good a crier in the moment you can be?Maybe.The kind of love and fear that both embraces you and at the same time takes your breath away.Can also...

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“ Love Bombing and the Unheard Explosion” by Julie Ainger

Silence is golden.Or so I have heard.It could be a bomb, too.Of words.Of gestures.Of un-heard hurts.Silence and stone walling overwhelm gives way to exhaustive explosion and “I can’t do this any more.”The pig-headed fellow and the mule-headed maiden had seen this before. Over time, a lot of time, time would soon tell them how it would “play out.” Mutual responsibility joined them at the hip. Love carried out God’s plan better than their stubborn and obstinate natures and behavior. (wjb)You see, life has a way of turning us on our heads. 🫨. W...

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“The Secrets of the Walk-in Closet” by Julie Ainger

Shhhhhhhh.The only way in.The only way out.Overwhelming suffocation of not knowing when to leave. Knowing staying may kill any sense of self. The stareful attacks and sideways glances keep you right there. Frozen. Unmoving. Faking a smile just to survive in one piece. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” The lies start before we even know why.The safety closet gives way to,Get me outta here. With now way out.When to leave the cycle of soft violence and quiet violence. Verbal slings and arrows and all things sarcastic and insulting. Not knowing when or if ...

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“Word Bullets” by Julie Ainger

Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.The sec...

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