A Very Quick Dance for Saturday

The rhythm took me one way
My legs went the other
The swirling lights were startling
Making it seem tougher
I arched my back in elegance
Through strains of music loud
And I don’t think anyone noticed
When I tumbled to the ground

Told you: a very quick dance for Saturday.

Posted in response to Eugenia’s weekly prompt, Dance.

The picture is not mine. Eugenia selected the image Dance of Life that ‘Skywalker678’ uploaded to Lovethispic.com.

Posted also for Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.

And also for Frank’s post, Dance.

Week Two

My weeks in lockdown begin on Fridays, so that means today is Day One of Week Two. I don’t work on Fridays or at the weekend, so since Monday I’ve been working at home during my normal hours. The benefit of that is as soon as clocking-off time comes around I’m instantly transported back into the Mansion without the hassle of having to navigate the roadways with the, well, I’ll just say ‘other’ drivers.

The weather this week has been absolutely glorious. Obviously, I’ve only seen it through the window, but as I’ve had windows open, front and back, I’ve felt the occasional breeze as it slipped through one way or the other. Today was no exception, apart from instead of a gentle breeze it was more of a force thirty gale. I could bear it no longer and had to close one of the windows, then catch my breath, sort out my ruffled hair, and then climb out of the other window to retrieve the lengths of curtain that had been blown through. And then after that I had to sort out my ruffled hair again.

One of the benefits of not going out is the need to not need to use hair products. In one’s own presence, it doesn’t matter what one looks like, although I’m sure some of the mirrors here in the Mansion groan when they have to reveal my reflection to me. Mind you, the groan may be from me at having seen the reflection, thinking about it. And it’s more of a gasp, rather than a groan.

I’m finding myself becoming bored of the negativity that is constantly being saturated out about the virus. Yes, the pandemic is infectious. Yes people catch it. Yes the numbers are going to increase the more people that catch it. The numbers of those who recover is also increasing, but that news is positive so isn’t shared. The vast majority of people who catch the virus display mild symptoms. That too, in a way, is positive. but they are all collected together into that massive cloud of negativity. Sigh. Such is life. We mustn’t forget that we are here to live in fear, after all.

I’ve been focussing on my Place of Peace and Tranquility a lot lately. That’s a magical place that exists inside my head, where I can go whenever I need to. It is always relaxing there, with the most wonderful of views. I wrote about it a while ago here (this link opens in a new window), but the place has grown and changed a lot since then. It’s like an island paradise, where I can see whatever I want to whenever I go. It costs nothing, and I really do Feel Good after going there (and whilst I’m there as well, it must be said!) It’s probably a good job I’m here at the Mansion by myself, because for quite a bit of the time I’m here only in body… my mind is totally elsewhere (possibly gazing at a golden sunset, or the rainbows created in a mist by a waterfall, or the clear blue depths of a still water lake where the occasional swan glides on by)

So. In lockdown we do what we do. Some of us do it differently. The important thing is doing it so we Feel Good. We have time to make the most of it, so we should. Doing that for ourselves also means we are doing it for others too.

It’s gone a bit warm in here again now, so I’m going to attempt to open the front window again. I have my paperweights ready.

The Griffin and the Keythong

Charmed protector of the Heavenly Realm
She is majestic, ancient, strong
Creature both of earth and air
Unlike her opposite, Keythong

The female variant of the breed
Griffin has strong eagle-like wings
An eagle’s head, lion’s body and serpent tail
And a look revered by kings

The Keythong is much the same
Only wingless and quite rare
And when they meet and meet to mate
Together a lifetime they share

Wordle: Direction

Feeling down?
Below the ground?
Power gone… head in a spin?
Time to wake up and change your path
The future’s yours for you to map
Push what you don’t like far away
But don’t worry if they surge back
I say
It’s like sweeping a beach in the wind
Sand everywhere – where to begin?
Take shelter from that wind which surrounds
Create a funnel within your mind
Direct the thoughts that serve you not
And create the life you truly want