First Five Fragments for Friday – All Saints’ Day Edition

Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.

This week’s prompts are really late due to technical difficulties with Blogger. Thanks to the Blogger forum, I stumbled over a work-around. Better late than never, as they say.

And so, here we are with day-after-Halloween quiet and and All Saints’ Day feel.

1. Where do you feel the strongest presence of family ghosts?

2. You have two weeks for a retreat – no computer, no phone, no television. Where do you go?

3. What do you consider holy?

4. Do you welcome solitude or run from it?

5. Would you live in a house on an unstable cliff by the ocean?

These kinds of prompts remind me that the season here in Minnesota is shifting to a quieter, more introspective time. Happy Friday, everyone.

And happy fifth birthday to Every Day Poets. I am proud to be a part of the editorial team.

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5 comments

  1. 1. Where do you feel the strongest presence of family ghosts? – I live 1700 miles away from family ghosts. When I go back to visit, they have a hard time finding me…

    2. You have two weeks for a retreat – no computer, no phone, no television. Where do you go? I would go to the mountains and hang out in a cabin in the woods. I'd bring paper and pen and write the old fashioned way. Oh, and reread a few old favorite books.

    3. What do you consider holy? as an Ex-Catholic, that's a loaded question. I'd like to say nothing, but I'd be mistaken. Can't outrun your past.

    4. Do you welcome solitude or run from it? I'm an introvert, I revel in solitude.

    5. Would you live in a house on an unstable cliff by the ocean? Nope, I don't want to go sliding off.

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  2. I love solitude – and need some every day. It is part of the reason I get up early.
    A two week retreat? In my own home, diving into the unread pile and ignoring all the usual chores.
    No family ghosts that I am aware of – except in my head in the dark hours.

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  3. I come from a family of fisherman. My family ghosts are all buried at see…seriously. I am fortunate enough to live is so remote an area that solitude is never an issue. It's as easy as going to camp or going out the back door and slipping on a pair of snowshoes. I will try to write something today to remind myself how lucky I am. Cheers. Dave

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