Wordiness…

I’ve found that there are “triggers” in writing, random words or phrases which just get the mental power plant in full operation and encourage the flow of ideas. But not always. Now and then there’s a word with a limited amount of writing life embedded in it, a mixture of stodgy with no room for a creative spin or imaginative twist. Take the word “dilute”. Please.

Take it and make it go away because it can back you into a corner given its various (boring) descriptions. The overall meaning of the word covers the concept of lessening the strength or effect of something, such as diluting to reduce the concentration of a given solute, sometimes by just adding water. Then, we have opinions which may be diluted (lessened) by mixing them with opposing facts and then we have how currency is diluted when more printing of it goes into motion.

Where investments are concerned, an adviser might caution agains diluting the quality of a bond portfolio given the risk of default. Teachers can dilute the value of grades they give by distributing a generalized “A” to everyone. Connotations such as devalue, degrade and diminish help us to imagine situations where one would use dilute instead of any of these words.

Frankly, I’ve diluted my efforts to make this particular word exciting and less vague by succumbing to wordinesss; please ignore the blur cast over this post.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post based on the word dilute and…Write a post in 12 sentences.

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The illusion of choice…

Sitting in the driver’s seat of our lives we often assume that some things may happen, no matter what. Meanwhile, the concept of free will states that life happens to us at our discretion, the random choices we make are uninfluenced by anything called destiny or karma. Let’s face it, life is a combination of fate, which may be present in our lives but, inevitably, we need to utilize our own free will in order to fulfill our potential.

A bit of theological waxing here as I share my view that fate rules out free will which can be called fatalism; I feel that it is definitely possible to believe in fate without being a fatalist. There are truths about all of the future actions one performs but, in doing so, there is free will. But, many find fatalism quite plausible. One one hand, predestination is demonstrative of an external determination of an action from a rational human being. Fatalisam, well, that is from an irrational one.

Some believe that lives and likewise choices are predetermined, others feel that humans are responsible for their own actions. Enter predestination where many of us have been taught that it has been written by God. What is to happen in the future determines if that path will take us to heaven or hell. Bring on that free will and we choose to do as we desire, even as God looks down, knowing the past, present and future all at once. He already knows what we will do in the future but this does not mean that He controls it all. Not always.

Personally, I believe in free will but not completely in predestination in a similar sense. Years ago, I made a decision to avoid a situation which saved my then future husband from serious injury or death. As much as I still feel that choice was mine, I’ve been taught to believe that God already knew back then, that choice was part of His plan and He continues to know the choices we will make. We may feel the choice is ours but His knowledge dictates the game plan ahead to get the predetermined end result in motion, even if we won’t play along.

Ah yes, those choices, simple enough but they come with certain consequences. Those who choose free will, and follow His commandments, are predestined to receive salvation. Those who choose not to follow are predestined to the “lake of fire”.

Follow or not, we are all just puppets on His string.

From the Writer’s Workshop…Do you believe in destiny, or do you believe that life’s outcome is strictly the result of choice and circumstance? What experiences or evidence has led you to your position on fate versus free will?
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Flower Girl

She was an only child, afraid of her parents and the world outside.  Secrets stayed hidden behind her smile.

     As an adult, she fears little.  Except the passing of time.  And forgetting.

She was once awkward and clumsy.  Always watching normal life from the sidelines.

    Her steps are now quick and with direction.  At times,  it’s as if she’s still running away. 

She was afraid to speak back then because no one listened.

    Now, she talks with her fingers, sharing words with anyone who reads her keyboard conversation. 

She didn’t realize her strengths for years. Parental control those many years ago dictated the fact that children weren’t allowed to be powerful.

     Today, she launches an offensive at any injustice, having learned to stand up for herself…and others.

She was once a Flower Girl with a forced smile that peeked over a tiny bouquet of pink roses and white carnations.

      When she holds flowers now, each bloom looks up at her as if to smile and remind her of just how far she has come.

From the Writer’s Workshop:  Write about one, or both, of your parents.

Rummaging through some photographs that my late mother managed not to destroy, or discard, I came across one taken when I was about five years old. Friends of my parents married and I was a small part of the event, serving as a Flower Girl in their wedding. Looking at that photo, I recalled exactly what my life was like back then. 

I still have the little pink satin gown, in perfect condition, hanging in a closet. 

Memories linger in the delicate fabric.

 

 

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