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Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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Tolerance, Awokeness, Decisions, Decisions.

How much is too much?Tired,Retired,Of it all,Are you?I know.How you may feel.Everything old IS new again.Everything new IS old again.Reverse or reversion. The same thing?Going back to old ways can be as revealing as the path itself.The treatment path.The pedagogy of learning is not for the weak, the weak minded or weak hearted.Willingly, not willingly provided and taken. What you may decide to “take.” Or take it or leave it. Therapeutically speaking has fans, detractors, too. Popping the proverbial pill of sanity becomes the self-medical dec...

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Shhhhhhhhhh🫢Is silence golden?

I would a if I could a.Plugged my ears.My friend invited me to dinner.There is a difference between ironic and “funny.”I think.I dunno.Yum.As excited as I was.I remembered, “Keep calm, call mom”.You see, for a kid, like me, being invited to stay at a friends for dinner was a big deal. All the other kids were doing it, so once I was asked, I was on cloud nine.My Mom said it was ok, but I was a little scared. To stay longer at my friend’s house was a lesson in patience. You see, I think the real name of this family was not the Lawrence Family ...

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Hidden behind a mask of self destruction. Honesty Itself is Self.

It’s o.k.To admit when we don’t get it.Otherwise.We may, indeed get it.And. Then some.😔Understandably understandable.Huh.Yeah. I thought so. That you may agree with me, even if just a little bit.Seeking the truth and dodging it can or may come at great experiential expense. Mostly emotionally, a little bit mental, and a lot a bit crazed. Time passes.Energy wanes. Life happens.In between when we are not really noticing life biting us at the ankles. In the meantime, lies take on a life of their very own, waiting in the wings to grab you, tackl...

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Hey! Get outta my way. Or. Get offa my cloud!!

“It’s three a.m., there’s too much noiseDon’t you people ever wanna go to bed?’Cause you feel so goodDo you have to drive me out of my head?”I was sick and tired, fed up with thisAnd decided to take a drive downtownIt was so very quiet and peacefulThere was no body, not a soul around“I laid myself outI was so tired and I started to dreamIn the mornin’ the parkin’ tickets were just like a flagStuck on my windscreen” (rs)Loudly. Alarmingly.The alarm went off.I awoke and sprang up herky-jerkily.And stubbed my toe on the way to bumping into the ...

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Coyote Ugly. The dancers danced around like there was no tomorrow.

He sat.At the end of the bar.Actually. He lied down now.When he first arrived. Years before. He ruled the place.We was the welcome wagon, convenience store greeter of all greeters. Customers’ faces would light up as he made his way around the bar to check on the patrons who came and went.His name was Jackal. Most who came to the watering hole simply called him “Jack”.Oh.The stories Jack heard. Day after day. Month after month. Year after year. He was the sounding board of all sounding boards. The soul of the place.And. He never gave advice. ...

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My BFF!

I’d like to introduce you to my BFF!Some may refer to Him as my invisible friend.My invisible compass—of the very best of the best in directions.He is not invisible because His presence is felt—always.No matter where I go, He is with me.For better or worse.In sickness and in health,For as long as we both shall live.Even if and when I make a wrong turn.😏Until someday,when we meet face to face, we can reminisce about all that He taught me here on planet earth about good times and bad times and the best way to extend a hand of forgiveness and l...

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Love. The number of points won and the corresponding call.

Smack. Smash“That’s my story and I am sticking to it.” He thought.Practice makes perfect.Bonix.Bonix loves ballsGame.Set.Match.Smack. Smash.Repeat.Love. The Number of points won.Bonix glanced over at the bench. Nothing. No lights. Nonnotifications.His phone is stone-cold silent at the moment.No buzz.No ring.No pre-recorded jam.Playing its way out onto the court.Smack. Smash.He returned back onto the court. To smash away his disappointment. At the silence. Of the silence.Bonix was working hard. Working his way up. The ranks of the best of the...

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Desperate Remedies

Desperate Remedies of Remedial Reminders of Reset and Redial.Why does it feel like we have been here before?But worse.Isn’t progress designed for, not determined to be, a forward moving machine? A forward moving directional way of life?A challenge, of course.Challenging, without question.But.When the tough questions are not addressed appropriately, the troubled middle becomes troubled indeed.Messed in the head even.Maybe.Messed up in the head.With certainty.Few people are immune to the effects of our fragmented, impersonal and fiercely compe...

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The Winds of Willows

Miracles with Fragilities (pf)The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.Depending on who we listen to.More importantly,Who we hear.Today, after all is Sunday.🙏🏻A Sunday school quiz for all ages, all generstions:”When we look down on another person, is it bad.”True?orFalse?Mull and ponder. Because, it, the question, may address more questions than just the one true or false answer.Yes. We are all “here” for a reason. Maybe even for just a season.Like Springtime.And Bunnies.And Flowering Sunnies.Would you rather shuffle off to Buffalo.Or.L...

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All the art of living lies in the fine mingling of letting go and holding on here on Paradise Lost Island.

Yes.Agree.May I politely ask you?Do you.Agree or Disagree.Where do you stand?On the “living in paradise spectrum”—circling—In and around and on anIsland.Another day in one person’s paradise may actually and possibly factually be a day of great challenge in the space of another person’s consideration of paradise.My apologies for the negativity bug taking a bite out of my spirit today. It will pass.It has been a long day.A long haul.Many cooks in the kitchen.All that kinda stuff.They come.They go.They stay.They sow.Seeds.And then.They take off...

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Written all over my poker face

If the rest of the day is to go any betterAnd.It is true what “they” say about curiosity, the cat and death.I am dead.Or in the throes of being killed.Well. So. I might as well enjoy it, huh?Yes.No.Maybe.The last-meal-kinda-enjoyment before death befalls me and I cannot remember my right from my left, my head from my thoughts, reality from influential saturation piped in through my idolatracized musical buds.My ear buds.I can play it as loud or as soft as I want.Nobody cares.I am already dead.I might as well enjoy the accoutrements and the c...

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The Judgment Card

Today:The Destination is the Journey.The untouchable taste of freedom—the cost can be more than a lifetime.Freedom is not free.He allows us the freedom to be, You and Me.What we choose to do each day is always up to us. In good times and in bad. In sickness and in health.As long as we all shall live.That’s the rub.To be or not to be, is that the question.Gosh. No.We are the property of no one. We own only our decisions when fear and triangulation do not point us in the right direction, too inward.Mendicant or property in common, including la...

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Musical Chairs

Sound fun?Prerequisite: Quick reaction time😏The crack of the bat.The crack of the back🤓Goal: It is an elimination game🤓It’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurts.Let’s not so much call it stealing a chairs.Per Francis, let’s keep “things” in a positive perspective!Quick reaction time can or may be subjective.(Depending upon provider notes and who and whom they “like”)To some, the word eliminate. A word of profoundness that does not sound fun.Ironically. We learn this in childhood and in different, insidiously, throughout our life.We ma...

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Never say Never.

Innocence and Innocent.Is?Youth wasted on the young?“I wasn’t even there.”Is no excuse.Youth may be wasted on the young.It is even worse when wasted.Period.And Innocence.Forget about it?No.In exists.Nowadays.We simply must look ever harder for it.Under here.Under there.Over here.Over there.Or else, it will harshly smack us upside the head. Along with the ringing in ears going on forever.Forever. Even.Ouch.AndMore ouch.In some cultures, innocent until proven guilty is a thing. Well used to be a thing anyway.Best to know beforehand. Who is wri...

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Love Without Limits

Sounds like a good thing?Yeah?Love without limits.No boundaries.To speak of.Just keep “showing up”.Well.My goal is not burst your bubble.Seriously.Life is complicated.1000 questions.A million actually.Perhaps.The million dollar one-No silly—The million dollar question.Not THAT million dollars.Have you a sickness with all things dollar-ly…..(Sometimes, making up a word is fun🤣.)I digress.O.K. now for the most important question.Relates not necessarily denominationally.But.Make no mistake.One cannot fake a belief.This is about the best news I ...

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