Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“The Power of Suggestion” by Julie Ainger

A force to be reckoned with.A gale-force of innuendo, nuances and lies.Dig deeper.Dig deeper.The answer lies within.The Soul.Have you checked yours lately?Checked on yours lately?How’s it pumping?Is it palpating appropriately?Like a good neighbor?Is it there.When you need it.Your Soul.Not theirs,their soul.You can’f fix what someone refuses to admit is broken.Admit it. Running from it only exacerbates the problem—the situations, motivations, the circumstances.Denial.Denial.Denial.Asking for help is strength.Being heard is the gift.That keeps...

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“Removal by turbulence.“Dang” the Yardang.” by Julie Ainger

💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨Yardang.Blew me away.The size.The shape.The erosion.The deflation, too.Removal by turbulenceThe lack of water.Soil with broken rock fragments,Were everywhere.I could not find a place to sit.They all looked uncomfortably, “pointy”.The Yardangs.They were abrasive. Yes.They were sand blasters. Yes.They were entrained.Experts at collision.Colliding between particles to further break them down.The Yardangs did not care who got in their way.They took down everyone and everything and formed their own communities. Intense and deflating were...

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“Blowin’ in the Wind” by Julie Ainger

A message from Bob:”How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?How many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, and how many times must the Cannonballs flyBefore they’re forever banned?The answer, my friendIs Blowin’ in the windThe answer is Blowin’ in the wind.”In the meantimes chaos, secrets, stories, mayhem and the “like”.”Yes, and how many years can a mountain existBefore it’s washed to the sea?Yes, and how many years can some people existBefore, they’re allowed to be free?Yes, and how many times c...

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“The fixture” by Julie Ainger

Ok.It was there.When I was there.We both were there.In existence together.It was there.When I was there.We both were there.In existence together.Smack dab in the center of the room.What felt like the center of the room.It was there.When I was there.We both were there.In existence together.In the heart of the room.In the heart of the matter.Beauty and shame.At the same timeIn existence.Together.Similar. Not the same.In the heart of the room.Obvious, only to some.Who paid close attention. To the details. In the moment. The good one had paid cl...

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“It’s raining men Hallelujah—Lost in transition, Lost in translation?” by Julie Ainger

Who am I to judge?I am not to judge.I am not a judge.Talk about the roadblock of all roadblocks.The never ending exit ramp on the road to nowhere.The running out of gas mentality of,“Oopsies”How’d that work out for ya?We toil.We boil.We prefer our preferences over that of another.Boy oh boy.My apologies.For saying boy.Golly gee whillickers.How did we get to this place in time?There used to be, used to be, a limit of limitations.A statute, even.A never ending story.Nope.It used to not be ok to do as we pleased.All the time.Everyday.YESTERDAY....

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“Provable probability A squared + B squared = Help me!” by Julie Ainger

Say it isn’t so.Please.That it did not really happen.Please.I don’t know how much more I can take.Please.I will never.Ever.Go so far as to say that you have won.That you are winning.Nope.Never.Tragedy has a way of re-aligning priorities in a nanosecond heartbeat.Then we are left with conundrum after problem after mean excuse afterCollapse.The coup of all the clues and coups lie in the explanation after the fact. The process is the punishment (bs). The punitively punitive punishment of a plea of the insanity of the cluster……Geometrically spea...

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“When all else fails. The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.” by Julie Ainger

“When things go wrong as they sometimes will.When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is queer with its twists and turns,As every one of us sometimes learns.And many a failure turns about,When he might have won had he stuck it out;Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—You may succeed with another blow.Often the goal is nearer than,It seems to a faint and faltering m...

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“Leaping over the Stonewall of Inflated egos and Inflationary ways.” by Julie Ainger

For those who may follow, His works, His words.Today is one of days of the Forty days.We may give up.Something.We may offer.Something.We may pray for,Something.We may pray for,Someone.We may ask for,Forgiveness.We may seek for,Forgiveness.We may run andHideWe may hide andSeek.In reality.We play hide and seek only with Satan.His ways are a tempting sugar coated insidious offensive act of grab and take.Moving along.Today.We may spend our minutes,wondering.We may spend our time,wavering.We may spend our time,looking for a clue.We may choose to ...

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“One of the best days ever” by Julie Ainger

Man Plans.God laughs.🙂Things in life always happen for a reason.Things in life just don’t always happen when we plan them to happen.When we plan them to happen.When life is not happening according to our life plan, we dig our heals in further and further. We believe we have control…..over others, money, food, our wants and desires. And, we work. Work harder. Work even harder to control life, its situations, circumstances and nuances.We know it is about surrender yet we forge on as if we think our struggles are unique. No doubt about it.We ar...

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“Surrender and the Permission Slip” by Julie Ainger

Whether we like it or not.Life sometimes is a process.A process of unknowns.A process of missteps.A process of joys.A process of excitements.We try to control the outcome, the outcomes.Oh. How foolish we are☺️.The cliff notes version of a life well lived. Boy oh boy. The cliff notes seem like the bestest shortcut in the whole wide world. That Bible, seems like a heavy and difficult book with difficult words that are too heavy to carry.Exactly🙂.How will you carry yourself, point forward. How will you plan to carry your words, deeds and action...

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“Zero: Lack of focus in the blinding light of blindness. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” by Julie Ainger

ATTENTION: Children of God.Please read until the end.He ain’t heavy he’s my brother.Let’s play four square.Rules of the game:STEP UP.STEP SIDE.STEP BACK.STEP DOWN.A perfect square.Of equal sides.Beats the never ending circle, the “rings” of specificity and exactness.Possibly why geometry is the diagonal choice for some.Statistics the choice for the others.Algebra the choice for the others.True or False:Or.Quote of the day:Love is knowing how a person prefers their sandwich cut🥪🥪🥪🥪The rest🫔🍔🌮🌭🥠is open to interpretation😳☺️.They say that some g...

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“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” by Julie Ainger

We don’t need no stinkin’ backpack—clear plastic or strapless☺️.Imagine this 2024 youngsters.Years ago, and I do not know how many years because I am not great with “numbers.” Unfortunately as with many things “life” we remember the negative stuff and forget the positive.Someday, I will figure out why this is………until then,Let’s talk baggage.Yes. BAGGAGE.Hopefully at this point in time,In your young lives.yours,your baggage is small, simple and well, light.Unfortunately.Life seldom unpacks so neat and tide-ely.We accumulate stiff, sh** and ot...

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“Effort Really Counts. Or Does it?…..” by Julie Ainger

The funny thing about trust.Is.It is ironic a lot of the time.It is super duper easy to trust another when everything is going well, going swell.But is it super duper easy to trust that same another when things go bad, really bad.Remember, think about last week’s blog-prompts about racing, the race and the rat race………We talk ourselves silly sometimes.We may even drive ourselves mad, as in madness.Anger on the other hand. It is easy.It comes and goes.Madness. Well. It sticks around like a bad virus with the constant and eerie whispers of mela...

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“Tellies, tellies, tellys or tellys. Walking into walls.Ouch!!” by Julie Ainger

Dear Children and Young Adults of the 2,000’s,How are you?Question #1.When was the last time you wrote a letter?A bonafide letter to a person?A friend.An enemy.A teacher.A parent.A coach.A mentor.A cousin.A flat Stanley assigned pen pal from the other side of the globe?Question #2.Have you ever heard the term “snail mail?What comes to your mind when you think of “snail mail.”Fast?Slow?Patience?Impatience?Anticipation?Dread?Happiness?Someone cares?Someone does not care?Question #3.Did you know, there was a day, a day in time, when a monitor w...

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“Like a bad rash. Lies and scratches throws and catches. Like a bad rash.” by Julie Ainger

“Doctor, doctor, gimme the news.”No pill’s gonna cure my ill.You had me down twenty-one to zipSmile of Judas on your lipShake my fist, knock on wood.I got it bad, and I got it good.” (jmm)Exactly.What?You may ask.(If you really want to know, really want to face the facts)No pill’s gonna cure the ill.In the long run.In the short term.Circles.Cycles.Scooters.Or.Skipping.Over another. To get to another better other.Unless of course, one finally comes face to face.Yes.Face to Face.With their fears. Their regrets. Their responsibilities.We have a...

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